<?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-14016382</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:08.412-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='soap making'/><category term='garden'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='patterns'/><category term='no shampoo'/><category term='weekly menu'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Vast Amount of Spare Time</title><subtitle type='html'>Random drivel about all the things I do while chasing two small boys. With pictures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1953286312053092845</id><published>2007-11-17T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:52:36.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't been blogging because I have class</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; classes, to be exact. I've been taking Biology and Chemistry plus labs for each and both have been going a lightning speed. Chemistry in particular is bending my brain in all kinds of strange ways, especially since we have an overview that includes Organic Chemistry for the last half of the semester. Functional groups and reactions...oh, my. I have my second Chemistry midterm next week, so this weekend I'll be holed up at the library and Starbucks studying until my brain is about to explode. Looks like I'm getting an A in Biology, and possibly an A in Chemistry if I really work hard between in the next few weeks. Then I go on to Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology next semester (insert the sound o f doom: "dum dum DUM") which will be far more challenging. And I have to get an A there, both for my GPA and because I really need to understand anatomy so I can give the best possible patient care once I'm through. But at least it's the only class I'll be taking, so I should have a little more breathing room. All of this as part of pre-requisites to get into nursing school and then get a Master's degree so I can become a Nurse Practitioner. Long plan, but I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing just fine, just insanely busy. Add in two trips last month, a dress to sew for a wedding last month, Halloween costumes to make, and the news that my baby sister is pregnant for the first time (knitting her a &lt;a href="http://www.interweaveknits.com/preview/2006_summer.asp"&gt;Mommy Snug&lt;/a&gt; - only have the arms left to finish) and there's just no time for blogging, much less sleep. I keep trying to even get on and *read* blogs, my email, anything, but just haven't have time with studying so far. I feel so bad for my poor neglected blog, but you have to have priorities, right? Looks like I'm getting an A in Biology, and possibly an A in Chemistry if I really work hard between in the next few weeks. Then I go on to Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology next semester (insert the sound o f doom: "dum dum DUM") which will be more challenging. But at least it's the only class I'll be taking, so I should have a little more breathing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I'll have a chance to be a bit more social starting in January :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1953286312053092845?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1953286312053092845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1953286312053092845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1953286312053092845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1953286312053092845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/11/havent-been-blogging-because-i-have.html' title='Haven&apos;t been blogging because I have class'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1993148044029291810</id><published>2007-09-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:47:04.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Pink baby set finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RvAdCqjp3MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5ZyQsSIojfQ/s1600-h/ez+baby+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RvAdCqjp3MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5ZyQsSIojfQ/s320/ez+baby+set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111617508686290114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally got around to finishing the sweater and matching bonnet for my soon to be born niece. The sweater is Elizabeth Zimmerman's sweater on two needles from Knitter's Almanac. I knit the sleeves in the round instead of flat, eliminating some seaming later on. I used Plymouth Encore in a really pretty heathered pink for the yarn and some mother of pearl buttons to add a bit of sweetness. The bonnet pattern I found &lt;a href="http://larissmix.typepad.com/stitch_marker/2006/01/the_bonnet_more.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, changing the stitch pattern from feather and fan to gull wing to match the sweater. I really like the end result and hope they'll keep my niece warm and toasty once she's here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1993148044029291810?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1993148044029291810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1993148044029291810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1993148044029291810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1993148044029291810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/09/pink-baby-set-finished.html' title='Pink baby set finished'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RvAdCqjp3MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5ZyQsSIojfQ/s72-c/ez+baby+set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-7068327390709559863</id><published>2007-09-14T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:08:44.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is slowing back down again</title><content type='html'>Arden had another trip to the ER on Tuesday for a round of IV fluids and some nausea medication, but since then he's slowly been getting better. His cheeks are starting to fill out again, though his legs and arms are so very thin and slight. He hasn't been back to school yet, but has his pediatrician's OK to go back on Monday with no PE for another week. He's starting to feel better enough to want to play and ride his bike, which the Ped says he can't do for another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;weeks (the movement and potential for falling could pull or tear things internally while he's healing). Poor sweetie - he's in that in between place where he feels sooo much better, but still tired and sick and cranky. But he's smiling and laughing and giggling and back to very close to his old self, which does my heart good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get myself back to being productive. Have I knit, sewn, cooked much beyond survival fare, gardened or done much of anything besides read and watch TV in the last week and a half? Not a heck of a lot. I've picked green beans, crookneck squash and cucumbers, and I did cut out some pajamas for the boys, but nothing else at all. Time to catch up on sleep and get going before I start classes on the 24th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-7068327390709559863?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/7068327390709559863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=7068327390709559863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7068327390709559863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7068327390709559863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-slowing-back-down-again.html' title='Life is slowing back down again'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-7935935479519890608</id><published>2007-09-09T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:45:21.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane, stop this crazy thing!</title><content type='html'>This is what I've been thinking off and on for the past few days. Life has been a crazy, crazy ride lately. We spent Labor Day weekend running around, looking at potential cars. Learned that there are some good dealerships nearby and some really scary ones we will forever avoid (Jay Lee Honda on McLoughlin, for those in the Portland area). Finally ended up with a brand new to us 2006 Subaru Outback, which we all love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning the boys went back to school. They were both so excited and grinning from ear to ear when we got there. Arden couldn't wait to finally have lunch at school, and Ryan was happy there were kids he knew in class this year. Both came home with lots to share. Meanwhile, I ran around like crazy doing errand after errand since I had time sans children. Ditto on day two for all of us - many smiles, much busyness on my part, fresh start of school feeling all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came dinner. Arden ate just a tiny bit of cereal and milk, then suddenly looked pale, said "I feel full" and vomited all over the floor in an enormous gush. This went on for hours, until finally we were able to get him to bed. But the vomiting continued and he wasn't even really waking up - he'd start retching while on his back and not move at all, which really scared Dan and me. Around 11:30 I called the nurse line and they told me to take him to the ER, which I was pretty much expecting at that point. He just didn't seem right at all in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fast forward through a lot here. Diarrhea added to the mix at midnight. Older nurse who stuck him three times trying to get an IV in and actually had the gall to get mad at him for it. Around 3:00 am on Thursday were were told that Arden had appendicitis and that he needed to go to the local children's hospital. Quick ambulance trip and we were there. Fever started a few hours later. Surgery later that morning. Bad, bad reaction to the Versed they gave him before the surgery. He shook and clenched his whole body while grunting like an animal and looking terrified for over an hour :-( Still vomiting and some diarrhea that day and even small sips of water came right back up. They think he had a virus or bug on top of the appendicitis. Friday consisted of trying to get him to try clear liquids and hopefully get him out of bed. He managed a few saltines and some soda and a trip to the play room. More throwing up, but less. By Saturday he was ready to come home, and by 1:00 he was here. He's eaten a tiny bit since then - two bottles of Ensure, an animal cracker, and a quarter piece of toast - but ultimately none of it has stayed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arden looks like a little old man right now. He has no strength and has lost weight that he didn't have to lose. I called in to the doctor on call and the thought now is that his reflux was untreated since Wednesday and that, combined with all the vomiting, means everything is irritated and raw right now so nothing is staying down long. So we're trying to keep a bit of food in his stomach and get his reflux medication down as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing Arden bouncing and jumping on Tuesday morning and hoping I see that little guy again very soon. We're seeing small flashes - a smile or a laugh here and there -so things are slowly getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he's feeling fine, can I please ask the world to slow down for a moment so I can catch my breath?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-7935935479519890608?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/7935935479519890608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=7935935479519890608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7935935479519890608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7935935479519890608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/09/jane-stop-this-crazy-thing.html' title='Jane, stop this crazy thing!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-4054398742866510839</id><published>2007-08-28T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:43:36.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'm over the mange! And I've been working on a few random things. No pictures, though. Slap me on the wrist - I'm a terrible blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I hung around with a few &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PDX-Knit-Bloggers/"&gt;PDX Knitbloggers&lt;/a&gt; for a wee bit over at &lt;a href="http://www.abundantyarn.com/"&gt;Abundant Yarn&lt;/a&gt;, rounding up a skein of the prettiest sock yarn. Mmmm.....those are going to be Cat Bordhi socks of some sort very, very soon. The plan was to do a yarn crawl of four (five?) yarn stores, with a nip over to Pix for some dessert along the way in honor of the lovely Judy's birthday. I only had time for the first leg of the trip, but got to hang out and talk and generally have a good time before getting more errands done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having one car is a bit inconvenient, but mostly just involves more planning. I did grocery shopping on Saturday and grabbed some things at the fabric store as well. I was working on a muslin for a dress to wear to a wedding we're going to in October. So very glad I decided to make a muslin first. There were some big problems with the pattern pieces. Nothing that can't be fixed, but I'm glad to have worked them out in practice with lots of time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to a picnic at Dabney State Park with a group from &lt;a href="http://www.portlandfood.org/"&gt;PortlandFood&lt;/a&gt;. The park is gorgeous and the weather was perfect: sunny but not too hot at all. The food was delicious, as it's bound to be with a bunch of foodies, and wonder of wonders - all the children got along! That was a thing to behold. Couldn't have asked for a nicer afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home in time to drop off the boys at "Grandma Camp" and then promptly looked at each other and said, "Hey, we have no children! What should we do about this?" The plan had been to get back later, drop off the boys, then drive the half mile back home with Dan's car and my MIL's as well. I had an MRI scheduled for early yesterday morning* and we all figured it'd be easier that way. We decided to go see a movie since we rarely get a chance and quickly drove off to catch a showing of Stardust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED that movie! It's a perfect fairy tale: action, adventure, some dark moments, hope, love, incredibly funny bits, and the most gorgeous scenery. By the end most of the audience cried just a little, but they were good tears. If you like The Princess Bride, you have to see this movie. We'll definitely own it once it comes out on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is count down until school starts next Tuesday. The boys are nervous, and Ryan has an especially hard time each year because of all the changes: new classroom, new grade, new teacher, new classmates. When you're autistic, new is not your friend at all. So I'm trying to help both of them with a lot of talking and hugs and reassurance. I go back to school on the 25th, so I'm a bit nervous as well but at least have more time to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There - all the news that's fit to print. I promise pictures of the baby sweater (almost done) and the muslin from #$%@ next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I still have the tremor and other odd things going on, so I got an MRI of my neck and a bunch of blood tests - 13 vials of blood. Bleh. I can now say I hat MIRs of all sorts, and especially hate the contrast dye they use. It all feels really strange and uncomfortable and icky and I don't want one again, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-4054398742866510839?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/4054398742866510839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=4054398742866510839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4054398742866510839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4054398742866510839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-tuesday.html' title='Random Tuesday'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6278886482261122332</id><published>2007-08-23T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:23:42.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>I have the Plague</title><content type='html'>Well, not the actual Plague, but it sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels &lt;/span&gt;that bad. The whole house has been sick since last weekend, with high fevers, lots of vomiting, and piercing headaches and fatigue all around. We've &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3G3jMR-uI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gzWL5cootUM/s1600-h/babysweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3G3jMR-uI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gzWL5cootUM/s200/babysweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101952610522495714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been living on congee and soups, soft scrambled eggs, dry toast and lot of tea and watered down orange juice. The boys and I are going stir crazy since neither of them has been well enough to play outside and have been too contagious to hang out with Grandma. I've been morosely trying to knit here and there on the couch (a February Sweater from Elizabeth Zimmerman for my soon to be born niece), but have mostly been resting and waiting for this to blow over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my car is sick. Scratch that. It's essentially in it's death throes. We took it to the mechanic yesterday for a tune up and a check of a few things that haven't seemed right for a long time, and the list of things that are wrong is over two pages long. Official diagnosis from the mechanic? Get a new car. This is an unhappy surprise, since the plan was to limp this car (which isn't even that old - it's a 99 Saturn) until I'm out of school and bringing in another paycheck. So much for that plan. At this point, fixing it just so it's safe to drive NOW would cost $1,700, which is crazy since we know we need to replace it as soon as we can. So in the meantime we're running on one car, with me driving Dan to Vancouver in the morning and picking him up again with boys in tow on days I need to drive, and staying home on days I don't. We're racing to figure out what kind of car to buy: something inexpensive, good gas mileage, safe, reliable, one that *actually* seats 5 (instead of that pie in the sky dealership "seats five!" that really means three supermodels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;fit in the back seat comfortably), ideally with a hatchback or good cargo space in back. Nothing fancy, just something I can drive for the next 5 years or so until I'm working again and we can afford to be picky. Edmunds is now my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be posting about meeting Cat Bordhi, which was amazing. She looks at the world in such a different, beautiful way. It's not just intelligence, which she has plenty of, but an almost childlike wonder at the world around us and how it all works, something she shares with scientists and people who create things most of us can hardly fathom. On top of all of that, she's a genuinely nice and approachable person and gives a really interesting talk. And can she ever knit! It was an inspirational night in the truest sense of the word, and I'm happy I went. And thankful to my friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Summer%20Salad%20of%20Rice%20Noodles%20and%20Greens%20With%20Lime-Ginger%20Dressing%20Makes%202%20servings"&gt;Vicki Jean&lt;/a&gt;, who guided us to a fun sushi place for dinner before and showed me the ropes of the MAX system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3GnjMR-tI/AAAAAAAAAXM/r8HQHJ_XkWE/s1600-h/pouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3GnjMR-tI/AAAAAAAAAXM/r8HQHJ_XkWE/s200/pouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101952335644588754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also never thought that bringing a plastic fork would win me a prize! I was making an &lt;a href="http://www.magknits.com/Nov05/amulet.htm"&gt;amulet pouch&lt;/a&gt; for a friend of mine and wanted a nice, smooth cord instead of a crocheted strand. I've always wanted to learn how to use a lucet, but didn't happen to actually have one around. Hmmm. What could I use? Immediately rummaged through the "party supplies" box until I found a strong plastic fork, broke the two inner tines off, and voila, a home made lucet! Now, to learn how to use it. I roamed all over the web, finally coming across &lt;a href="http://www.woodedhamlet.com/howto_advice/lucet_instruc.htm"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; instructions. Studied them, swore a lot, then finally got the idea and I was cording like a mad fool. Well, slooooooowly cording like a mad fool. It takes a lot longer than making I-cord, but the end result is so much nicer. Smooth, firm, a bit stretchy, and perfect for this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3GXDMR-sI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D7srnx8x98I/s1600-h/spoonlucet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3GXDMR-sI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D7srnx8x98I/s200/spoonlucet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101952052176747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took the fork along with me to Cat's book signing since I figured it was a pretty nifty trick and wanted to show my PDX knit buddies. I had just finished showing them what I was using it for when Tina from Blue Moon announced games....with yarn prizes! Oh, joy! I've never, ever had a skein of Socks that Rock in my life and desperately wanted to get my hands on some, but sadly they weren't selling any that night. I perked right up at the mention of yarn prizes, and what do you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3JIjMR-vI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8VlCANjAI3U/s1600-h/socksthatrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3JIjMR-vI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8VlCANjAI3U/s200/socksthatrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101955101603527410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; know, the very first one was "most unusual thing in your knitting bag". I waved that fork high in the air, and next thing you know I was up front, explaining what the heck I was using it for and selecting my very first ever skein of Socks that Rock. It's medium weight "Hollyday", and I'm beyond thrilled. I keep petting it. And I gave my fork and a good long strand of the cording to Cat, since she was so tickled at the whole idea :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiggywinkleknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt; gave me two pairs of Groucho glasses to try to cheer me up. It worked - it's incredibly hard to be down when you're wearing goofy glasses and a fake nose. Here's the picture of the boys wearing them once I got home:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3EVjMR-rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/V7YK35cbxEE/s1600-h/boysnglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3EVjMR-rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/V7YK35cbxEE/s320/boysnglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101949827383687858" 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/14016382-6278886482261122332?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6278886482261122332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6278886482261122332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6278886482261122332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6278886482261122332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-plague.html' title='I have the Plague'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rs3G3jMR-uI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gzWL5cootUM/s72-c/babysweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-5052736314115907079</id><published>2007-08-14T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:42:05.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sockapalooza socks - mine!</title><content type='html'>My wonderful and talented sock pal, &lt;a href="http://zigzagstitch.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt;, sent these well within the deadline (unlike me!). I got them last week on a day that was feeling really lousy,and they literally made my day. I promised myself I wouldn't post until I was finally done with the socks I needed to send out (motivation), but now I can share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiny box full of riches! Note the socks, the sweater stone (I really needed one of these), the postcards, the delicious hand dyed sock yarn up in the left hand corner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIp0f82QUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jtz97UXQS0E/s1600-h/mysocks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIp0f82QUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jtz97UXQS0E/s320/mysocks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098683710043472194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;I loved the notes attached to everything: "Made especially for KATHY by Mandy", "extra yarn and washing instructions" (this last one is a big help, let me tell you). Also note a picture of my sock casually hanging out near The World's Largest Chest of Drawers. Along with what appear to be some of the world's largest socks. Mandy tells me this can be found in High Point, North Carolina should any of you wish to go take a pilgrimage there. I love the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIp0v82QVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DY9n5rJHDbY/s320/mysocks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098683714338439506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but certainly not least: on my very thankful feet. This is where I like to sit best, in a glider rocker and ottoman that are sooo incredibly comfortable. As are the socks! They fit perfectly, are soft and stretchy, and the colors are a rich blend of deep reds, purples, with a wee flash of deep green from time to time. The yarn is WildFoote in "Ragtime", and I'll have to search some out and play with it on my own sometime.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIp1v82QWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gb-X4fZM6S8/s1600-h/mysocks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIp1v82QWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gb-X4fZM6S8/s320/mysocks3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098683731518308706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many, many thanks, Mandy! I love the socks and the whole package made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-5052736314115907079?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/5052736314115907079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=5052736314115907079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/5052736314115907079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/5052736314115907079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/08/sockapalooza-socks-mine.html' title='Sockapalooza socks - mine!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIp0f82QUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jtz97UXQS0E/s72-c/mysocks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1643303002777938554</id><published>2007-08-14T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:11:53.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Sockapalooza socks, finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsInpf82QRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IO6nL8wkdnA/s1600-h/sockapalooza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsInpf82QRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IO6nL8wkdnA/s400/sockapalooza2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098681322041655570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you all so much for all of your support and comments. They all warmed my heart and made me smile, which helps more than I can say. I still miss Tabby in all kinds of odd moments, but I'm feeling a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIoVv82QSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gxV_LZ5IcLU/s1600-h/sockapalooza3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIoVv82QSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gxV_LZ5IcLU/s320/sockapalooza3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098682082250866978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As proof, I finally finished my Sockapalooza 4 socks! I know, there hasn't even been a mention that I was working on them, but I was. Rather late. Way back when this fourth sock exchange started I did a little mental math: hmmm, due in August, which is after my sister's wedding....no problem. Several weeks before the wedding, I stared in shock and horror at the finish date for this SP round: August 2nd. My sister's wedding? August 3rd. Sure, I could finish up the shawl and get the socks done on time, aside from another teensy fact: I had a major test to take a few days before we left for the wedding. Studying and knitting may well go together for those talented few who can read and knit at the same time, but not for me. Then Alison amended the finish time to August 7th. I could do this! No problem! I started the socks right before we left for the wedding, figuring I'd work on them while in CA and finish once we got back. No time at all while we were there, though I did do quite a bit of knitting during plane trips. Then we got back and finally mourned properly. Which also doesn't seem to go well with knitting. I emailed my sock pal, apologizing profusely, and she was incredibly sweet and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIodv82QTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AXD1YwTESKs/s1600-h/sockapalooza4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsIodv82QTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AXD1YwTESKs/s320/sockapalooza4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098682219689820466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern:&lt;/span&gt; Rock And Weave&lt;br /&gt;Designed by A. Karen Alfke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn:&lt;/span&gt; Cherry Tree Hill Supersock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color:&lt;/span&gt; Spanish Moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buttons:&lt;/span&gt; purchased at The Yarn Garden (don't they look just like the cosmos I have growing in the garden?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles: &lt;/span&gt;size 5 for the linen stitch cuffs, size 1 1/2 for the rest of the socks&lt;br /&gt;Modifications: None, really. The pattern was really easy to follow and the socks were fun to make up. I've been itching to try this pattern for a very long time and was thrilled that they seem to fit what my pal wants really well. I'll have to make another pair of these for myself very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1643303002777938554?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1643303002777938554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1643303002777938554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1643303002777938554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1643303002777938554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/08/sockapalooza-socks-finished.html' title='Sockapalooza socks, finished'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RsInpf82QRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IO6nL8wkdnA/s72-c/sockapalooza2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-2816292273593569349</id><published>2007-08-06T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:28:25.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RrfaUP82QMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LLtnHP4ogC8/s1600-h/tabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RrfaUP82QMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LLtnHP4ogC8/s400/tabby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095781544806990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wedding was beautiful, the trip crazily full of lists, things to do, places to go, and little sleep. My sister is safely on her honeymoon and Dan and I are catching up on sleep. Pictures of all to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm laying quiet for a bit. The night before we left for California was a blur with all the packing, running around, and cleaning. Around midnight I noticed my cat Tabby seemed upset somehow. I reached down and stroked her fur, reassuring her that it was just a trip, that we'd be back soon, that everything was just fine. She purred and leaned her body into my hand as I calmed her, and I went off to bed. Dan and I both hit the ground running at 5:00 the next morning since we needed to leave by 5:30. I went to get my suitcase by the top of the stairs, looked down, and saw Tabby on the floor. She was gone. From what I can tell, she must have waited until we went to bed to die. I knew this was coming - she'd been losing weight and hurting from time to time the last few months and we guessed her &lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-small-party-today.html"&gt;tumor&lt;/a&gt; had come back - but it still hit me really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rrfa_P82QNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2u8btHOBec4/s1600-h/tabbybed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rrfa_P82QNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2u8btHOBec4/s400/tabbybed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095782283541364946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember when Tabby was a tiny kitten, so small she fit in both hands. She was smart, beautiful, and so graceful. She loved to play and was full of life. She also had an attitude many times her size and preferred life on her terms. She didn't like most people, though she tolerated Dan and the boys well enough. She was cranky and vocal and a pain, but I loved her all the more for her less than lap cat ways. She saw me through some really hard times, always curling right up against me and purring like a motor whenever I was nearby. She was a fighter, always top cat even when the other cats in question were twice her size. And she managed to fight that cancer for ten months. Feisty all the way to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabby had two loves in life: getting outside (which we didn't allow) and food. I got her ashes back today, and we're going to sprinkle them over in the corner garden. I think that's where she'd want to be - out in the sunlight, surrounded by places to hide and chase bugs and birds, able to see nap in the cool grass and nibble flowers from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house feels too empty right now. I keep waiting to see her come down the stairs at night, waiting until we come up to bed. I cry when I see her cat bed, knowing she won't ever get to sleep there again. And our bed is all wrong without her there. I was her person for seventeen and a half years, and I miss her sorely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-2816292273593569349?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/2816292273593569349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=2816292273593569349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2816292273593569349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2816292273593569349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RrfaUP82QMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LLtnHP4ogC8/s72-c/tabby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-8886156264151736988</id><published>2007-07-30T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:24:02.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>My baby sister's getting married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq64W_82QJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3_S_tSCck0I/s1600-h/ties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq64W_82QJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3_S_tSCck0I/s200/ties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093210933865889938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I finished the shawl at long last, then vanished into the ether. Not so: I've been incredibly busy getting ready! I had more things to make before the wedding. Like ties for the boys. Really run to make, and so much nicer than anything we found while shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq64yP82QLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IIRxAD1vLyM/s1600-h/purse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq64yP82QLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IIRxAD1vLyM/s200/purse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093211402017325234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a purse for me. The purse is a bit special: the black fabric came from a jacket that belonged to my grandma who died when I was only five, the pin is hers as well, and the green silk I made into a dress for another weddin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq64XP82QKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zx_bfqJl25A/s1600-h/purse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq64XP82QKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zx_bfqJl25A/s200/purse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093210938160857250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g (and Dan helped me pick out the fabric back when we were just friends). I love how it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq63av82QII/AAAAAAAAAVE/RuG3jCJ6Pro/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq63av82QII/AAAAAAAAAVE/RuG3jCJ6Pro/s320/dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093209898778771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and here's the dress I'll be wearing on Friday afternoon. It has a corset back and oh, my, I feel so elegant and special in it. Dan's eyes light up when I try it on, too. I had to hem it quite a bit (the perils of being five foot one), but now it fits like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this preparation has a purpose: to help my sister finally marry the man of her dreams. She's all grown up now at thirty five, but to me she'll always be my baby sister, partner in crime, queen of hide and seek, the one I told my secrets to. These past few weeks have been a blur between knitting the shawl and preparing for our trip out to California to be there when she gets to marry her best friend. I couldn't be happier for her or more excited for what life has to bring her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving first thing in the morning and won't be back until Sunday, hopefully with pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-8886156264151736988?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/8886156264151736988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=8886156264151736988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8886156264151736988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8886156264151736988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-baby-sisters-getting-married.html' title='My baby sister&apos;s getting married!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rq64W_82QJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3_S_tSCck0I/s72-c/ties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-7063891791887007873</id><published>2007-07-24T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:16:36.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Almost Cobweb Crepe Shawl, complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqZzwf82P_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/3hV-tTRXryk/s1600-h/spreadout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqZzwf82P_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/3hV-tTRXryk/s400/spreadout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090883705836552178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe I finally finished the shawl for my sister's wedding. The edging went on for seemingly miles and miles, but I finally grafted the ends together, blocked it out, and got a chance to sit back and marvel at the airiness and loveliness of it. The pattern is simple, yet elegant. I made more mistakes along the way than I can count, but those mistakes are part of being human and proof that someone made this with imperfect hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqZzxP82QAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JKirk-BD5pg/s1600-h/waving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqZzxP82QAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JKirk-BD5pg/s400/waving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090883718721454082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern&lt;/span&gt;: "Cobweb Crepe Shawl" from the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heirloom Knitting &lt;/span&gt;by Sharon Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn&lt;/span&gt;: JaggerSpun Zephyr Wool-Silk 2/18 in white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles&lt;/span&gt;: US size 4s for the center garter stitch section, two long size 3 circulars for the wider Old Shale border(I knit that in the round), then size 2 for the final Clematis edging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modifications&lt;/span&gt;: The Zephyr is a larger gauge than the cobweb yarn specified, so I had to adjust the original number of stitches for the center section and do a bunch of math to end up with everything the correct size and have the edgings and center balance well. I also knit the Clematis edge without picots, which I think works much better with a larger yarn.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rqlxbv82QEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Nbn1n2crFmg/s1600-h/foldedfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rqlxbv82QEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Nbn1n2crFmg/s400/foldedfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091725575261143106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my favorite picture of all. The chair belonged to my great grandmother, and it's the same chair Dan sat on when he looked at me, face shiny with tears, and asked me to marry him. I thought it right that my sister's shawl should rest here for a moment.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqZ1cv82QBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/F1F2NXnWVNU/s1600-h/shawlchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqZ1cv82QBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/F1F2NXnWVNU/s400/shawlchair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090885565557391378" 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/14016382-7063891791887007873?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/7063891791887007873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=7063891791887007873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7063891791887007873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7063891791887007873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-cobweb-crepe-shawl-complete.html' title='Almost Cobweb Crepe Shawl, complete'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqZzwf82P_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/3hV-tTRXryk/s72-c/spreadout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-2084557755392736496</id><published>2007-07-22T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:43:09.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I got in the mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqQLhf82P6I/AAAAAAAAATU/dTJXvbR-UWo/s1600-h/apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqQLhf82P6I/AAAAAAAAATU/dTJXvbR-UWo/s320/apron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090206148975804322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My apron swap buddy &lt;a href="http://knitdrinkknitdrink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt; has been under the weather, and that's an understatement. She's been pretty sick, and not only that but her sewing machine decided now would be a great time to get sick as well. Despite all of this, she made me the cutest apron! I absolutely love it. We'd agreed on an Asian theme of sorts, which this has in spades.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqQMif82P9I/AAAAAAAAATs/CLdJDHDm2QI/s1600-h/aprondetail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqQMif82P9I/AAAAAAAAATs/CLdJDHDm2QI/s200/aprondetail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207265667301330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the charms at the waist (that's my view, looking down). I was oohing and aahing over the apron, flouncing around the house in it, and then I stuck my hands in the front pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqQMi_82P-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/gv74FfpJ5Iw/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqQMi_82P-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/gv74FfpJ5Iw/s200/necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090207274257235938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait...what's this? A necklace that matches the apron and most of my wardrobe (click to take a better look - it's gorgeous!). I'm so touched that she took the time to make something so beautiful, especially with everything going on in her life. Thank you, Tara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-2084557755392736496?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/2084557755392736496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=2084557755392736496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2084557755392736496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2084557755392736496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/look-what-i-got-in-mail.html' title='Look what I got in the mail!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RqQLhf82P6I/AAAAAAAAATU/dTJXvbR-UWo/s72-c/apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6494871678198030679</id><published>2007-07-12T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:57:49.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Turning a corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RpbpbxOYbSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oAwk3RLir00/s1600-h/shawledge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RpbpbxOYbSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oAwk3RLir00/s320/shawledge1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086509492440952098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Literally! I started the Clematis edging on the Almost Cobweb Crepe Shawl and just turned the corner. This is the first time I've done a lace edging that attaches as you go, so it was a little nerve-wracking at first but simple once I figured it all out. The shawl still looks like an odd blob of itty bitty yarn, but I'm starting to see stretches of finished edge, which is exciting. I have to finish this before we leave on the 31st, so I'm knitting like mad at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rpbp4hOYbTI/AAAAAAAAATE/YvcSFzmb2p8/s1600-h/clematisedgejpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rpbp4hOYbTI/AAAAAAAAATE/YvcSFzmb2p8/s200/clematisedgejpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086509986362191154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clematis edge without the picots (as per sister), and I really like how it's coming out. The final double yarn overs make a nice outer edge and should fall into really pretty waves once I block this out. Good call, Laurie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I just took my first test in almost ten years. Food and Nutrition, when it's aimed at nurses to be, is a lot tougher than I thought it would be. Lots of chemistry, lots of detail, lots of studying. So I was a bit worried when I took the first test on Tuesday, since I really need to get an A in this and all of my other pre-requisite classes so I can get accepted into nursing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an A :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-6494871678198030679?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6494871678198030679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6494871678198030679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6494871678198030679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6494871678198030679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/turning-corner.html' title='Turning a corner'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RpbpbxOYbSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oAwk3RLir00/s72-c/shawledge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6316039822246091333</id><published>2007-07-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:55:05.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Portland sure has a lot of knit bloggers</title><content type='html'>I went to the first &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PDX-Knit-Bloggers/"&gt;PDX Knit Bloggers&lt;/a&gt; meet up tonight. First I made my way over to West Linn to meet &lt;a href="http://fiberlyone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patty&lt;/a&gt;, who offered to carpool with me. Well, I went along for the ride while she used the GPS and got us right where we wanted to be - &lt;a href="http://www.knit-purl.com/"&gt;Knit Purl&lt;/a&gt;. As we walked in, I thought it seemed pretty empty, at least until one of the staff there pointed us downstairs. That's more like it! A room filled with knitters, cookies, brownies, and glasses of water. Perfect! Sat myself down, and eventually we all introduced ourselves. The smarter, more well prepared ones had cards to pass out. Oops. But I did write down names and blogs. Oh, and while I was doggedly writing out the chart for my shawl edge, completely oblivious, a gorgeous deep eggplant skein of ShiBui Merino Kid yarn landed right in my lap! Knit Purl had door prizes for people with stickers underneath their chairs, but one prize went unaccounted for. So it was tossed into the air and right to me. Reward for working so hard, or karma, I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RpGd1xNGmNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oPNWJk_p6mA/s1600-h/pdxknitbloggers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RpGd1xNGmNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oPNWJk_p6mA/s400/pdxknitbloggers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085019001344923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't quite see everyone(and the ones here are only make up half the PDX Knit Bloggers list), but here are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angela - &lt;a href="http://enchanted-daffodils.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Enchanted Daffodil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbara (and her incredible knit-enabling partner) - &lt;a href="http://the-string-and-i.blogspot.com/"&gt;The String And I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bobbie - &lt;a href="http://tiggywinkleknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiggywinkle Knits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrispy - &lt;a href="http://pursuitoffiber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pursuit of Fiber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cindy - &lt;a href="http://knitforjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Knit For Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dawn - &lt;a href="http://dawnsprojects.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn's Projects&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deb - &lt;a href="http://fearlessfibers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fearless Fibers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duffy - &lt;a href="http://www.fiberqat.blogspot.com/"&gt;FiberQat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judy - &lt;a href="http://www.persistentillusion.com/blogblog/index.php"&gt;Persistent Illusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karen - non blogger (for now) who is *just* starting to knit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelley (and fluffy non-knitter Xena) - &lt;a href="http://kelleypetkun.typepad.com/yarn_rambles/"&gt;Yarn Rambles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lynn - &lt;a href="http://www.thenewhomemaker.com/diary"&gt;The New Homemaker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melissa - &lt;a href="http://teaknit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Days of Tea and Knitting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mims &amp;amp; Peggy - &lt;a href="http://blog.oregonlive.com/knitting/"&gt;k2tog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MonicaPDX - &lt;a href="http://monicapdx.livejournal.com/"&gt;Animorphia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalie - &lt;a href="http://natknits.wordpress.com/"&gt;I am addicted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patty - &lt;a href="http://fiberlyone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiberly One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rodger - &lt;a href="http://abundantyarn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Over Abundance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sara - &lt;a href="http://fyberduck.blogspot.com/"&gt;the quacking fiber addict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tammy - &lt;a href="http://www.lavendarknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lavender Knits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terrisa - who works at Knit Purl and is starting a store blog soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That was so much fun! Great group of people, all kinds of beautiful (and soft) projects to ogle, luscious yarns to drool over at Knit Purl. We'll have to all do this again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oops - missed Natalie, who is now on the list)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-6316039822246091333?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6316039822246091333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6316039822246091333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6316039822246091333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6316039822246091333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/portland-sure-has-lot-of-knit-bloggers.html' title='Portland sure has a lot of knit bloggers'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RpGd1xNGmNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oPNWJk_p6mA/s72-c/pdxknitbloggers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1413509270833573235</id><published>2007-07-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:01:59.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>My apron got to Canada!</title><content type='html'>My apron swap buddy, &lt;a href="http://knitdrinkknitdrink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt;, has been having several not so good things going on in her life lately. I'm so glad the apron got there and cheered her up a bit - she loved it! So now, of course, I can share pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the fabric store, looking for something Asian themed and colorful. Already had the pattern (&lt;a href="http://www.butterick.com/item/B4945.htm"&gt;Butterick 4945&lt;/a&gt;), which I was going to play with a bit. This geisha fabric jumped out and said, "pick me!", so I had no choice. Then I looked all over for a good contrast fabric and found some subtly patterned deep blue that went really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the contrast fabric for the neck ties, figuring it would frame the neckline really well. Also added contrast pockets to give it a little oomph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro_TDhNGmKI/AAAAAAAAASc/V4ze_YU_nOU/s1600-h/apron1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro_TDhNGmKI/AAAAAAAAASc/V4ze_YU_nOU/s320/apron1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084514561730975906" border="0" /&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;&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;Contrast ties on the back (like the lovely ironing board dress form?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro_TEBNGmLI/AAAAAAAAASk/W3Xr-CFmAVA/s1600-h/apron2jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro_TEBNGmLI/AAAAAAAAASk/W3Xr-CFmAVA/s320/apron2jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084514570320910514" border="0" /&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;&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;Here's a closer look at the fabric. Now if I only knew what it read in Japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro_TERNGmMI/AAAAAAAAASs/1ab0d7QOeBI/s1600-h/detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro_TERNGmMI/AAAAAAAAASs/1ab0d7QOeBI/s320/detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084514574615877826" 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/14016382-1413509270833573235?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1413509270833573235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1413509270833573235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1413509270833573235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1413509270833573235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-apron-got-to-canada.html' title='My apron got to Canada!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro_TDhNGmKI/AAAAAAAAASc/V4ze_YU_nOU/s72-c/apron1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-458961152275402813</id><published>2007-07-05T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:50:03.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Twenty eight rows later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro27ghNGmJI/AAAAAAAAASU/vHTrv8pdT5A/s1600-h/shawl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro27ghNGmJI/AAAAAAAAASU/vHTrv8pdT5A/s400/shawl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083925721714694290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmmmm. It's hard to tell much of anything by the picture (lace is famously unphotogenic before it's been blocked. I also swear the shawl isn't yellow - what happened?), but I don't think that's a wide enough border. Do I add a third twenty eight row repeat? It looks like that might be just about right. I keep trying to take some kind of wild stab at how large the shawl will be, but putting a tape measure against this airy blob it a bit like wrangling a bunch of wet noodles - everything keeps slipping and sliding as I try to find a flat surface. The goal is a smallish shawl, one that will go nicely over my sister's very petite shoulders and that will eventually wrap well around a tiny niece or nephew (hence the square shape). Sigh. I was hoping this second repeat would be enough, but it just isn't wide enough against the garter stitch center. Have to get this border done so I can get cracking on the outside border - I only have twenty nine days left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-458961152275402813?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/458961152275402813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=458961152275402813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/458961152275402813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/458961152275402813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/twenty-eight-rows-later.html' title='Twenty eight rows later...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ro27ghNGmJI/AAAAAAAAASU/vHTrv8pdT5A/s72-c/shawl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-23779557448595016</id><published>2007-07-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:30:25.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no shampoo'/><title type='text'>A month and a half with no shampoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoqwrRNGmII/AAAAAAAAASM/rQK8Yq5G5gc/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoqwrRNGmII/AAAAAAAAASM/rQK8Yq5G5gc/s400/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083069386840250498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hard to believe, but it's been that long since I've &lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-havent-washed-my-hair-in-week.html"&gt;shampooed my hair&lt;/a&gt;. I've managed to streamline things a little in the meantime. I have a lightweight mug that I keep next to a bottle of white vinegar and a jar filled with baking soda. Before a shower I add some baking soda to the mug and grab the bottle of vinegar. Most days, I just use around a tablespoon of baking soda in around a cup of water (nice and warm from the shower head), but if I'm feeling really grungy I use it straight, rubbing my scalp well. I've learned to use a lot less vinegar - maybe a teaspoon in over a cup of water - to use as a final rinse. The vinegar (or lemon juice) is important, since the baking soda opens up the cuticle of the hair, so you need a very weak acid to close up the cuticle and make things shiny. But you don't need much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my hair now. It's shiny, full of body, and it behaves better than it ever did before. I have gotten questions on how well this regimen does with removing styling aids from hair, and I just don't know since I don't use anything on my hair. I have heard that there's less need for products when you go the no 'poo route, and I would guess that the baking soda would remove just about anything, but I don't know. I'm really happy with my hair, and using the baking soda and vinegar doesn't end up taking any more time than a shampoo and rinse so there's no extra effort. I also love how cheap this is! Does my frugal soul good. Also no scary chemicals or additives to worry about getting into me or my environment. Very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-23779557448595016?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/23779557448595016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=23779557448595016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/23779557448595016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/23779557448595016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/month-and-half-with-no-shampoo.html' title='A month and a half with no shampoo'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoqwrRNGmII/AAAAAAAAASM/rQK8Yq5G5gc/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-4933977850991274875</id><published>2007-07-02T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:57:01.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Mystery plant(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rok8MhNGmHI/AAAAAAAAASE/w6e8SOq83NM/s1600-h/mystery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rok8MhNGmHI/AAAAAAAAASE/w6e8SOq83NM/s400/mystery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082659840233740402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year was my first attempt at &lt;a href="http://www.ghorganics.com/page2.html"&gt;companion planting&lt;/a&gt;. Also known as "put plants that play well together next to each other". Now, I'm still learning about gardening in general so I'm figuring all of this out as I go. I read that green onions and carrots are great planted together since the onions have very shallow roots and tend to keep some bugs away and the carrots obviously go much deeper. So I cheerfully sowed a bunch of carrot seed and then a bunch of green onion seed and waited for them to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rub. Did I mention that I'm a bit new to gardening? I didn't know what green onion sprouts looked like. So when a bunch of thin green sprouts came up, all was well. Or so I thought. But now I'm staring at a thicket of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;that is definitely not onion of any sort. Whatever it is, it's growing like a weed, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; be a weed since it did come from one of my seed packets. Just not the green onion packet. I did have some flower seeds, but I don't recognize these at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to venture a guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-4933977850991274875?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/4933977850991274875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=4933977850991274875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4933977850991274875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4933977850991274875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/07/mystery-plants.html' title='Mystery plant(s)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rok8MhNGmHI/AAAAAAAAASE/w6e8SOq83NM/s72-c/mystery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-8356870399346110034</id><published>2007-06-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:54:48.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>To picot or not to picot</title><content type='html'>That is the question. This is a swatch of the final "Clematis" edging for the almost Cobweb Crepe shawl. It's going to be knitted sideways around the Old Shale border I'm finishing up now. The picots (those little triangular bits with a hole in the middle of each one) are optional, and I'm not sure if the design would be better with them or without. I'll leave the final decision to my lovely bride to be sister Laurie (please comment at the bottom, Laurie!), but I'm curious to see what others think as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With picots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RobC4RNGmEI/AAAAAAAAARs/f0woX80ZPNU/s1600-h/edge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RobC4RNGmEI/AAAAAAAAARs/f0woX80ZPNU/s320/edge1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081963501481007170" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Without picots (imagine the rounded bits curving a little at the edge - the edge wouldn't be flat or a straight line):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RobC4xNGmFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JM4fkadHJkk/s1600-h/edge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RobC4xNGmFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JM4fkadHJkk/s320/edge2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081963510070941778" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-8356870399346110034?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/8356870399346110034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=8356870399346110034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8356870399346110034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8356870399346110034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-picot-or-not-to-picot.html' title='To picot or not to picot'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RobC4RNGmEI/AAAAAAAAARs/f0woX80ZPNU/s72-c/edge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-3479234758069579389</id><published>2007-06-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:39:09.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Actual, bona fide knitting progress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoR-SxNGmBI/AAAAAAAAARU/ale_zxtqsjE/s1600-h/crepeshawl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoR-SxNGmBI/AAAAAAAAARU/ale_zxtqsjE/s400/crepeshawl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081325140491802642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't look much bigger, but trust me - it is. I just finished the 28th row of the Old Shale border pattern, which is halfway through that border. Well, at least in terms of rows. Since each row gets progressively larger, I'm not quite that far yet. But doesn't it look much more like lace now? I need to finish this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;Cobweb Crepe shawl by August 3rd, so I'm working hard on it right now. I still have a bit of a tremor, but I'm plowing through regardless. My sister needs something home made and special on her wedding day and I'll finish it if it kills me. Though I'd prefer to just finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of finishing things, I left my job with the Grocery Game after only one month. Initially I felt pathetic for quitting a job so quickly, but it wasn't going to work for me or for my boss. She micromanaged and was passive aggressive, and I couldn't seem to figure out what she needed or wanted from me. Far too much stress for money that we didn't desperately need, especially when this wasn't part of a career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have more time for other things like my family, knitting, and my first college class in over nine years. I'm taking nursing pre-requisite course on Food and Nutrition, which is turning out to be harder than I thought. Not so much because of the content, but because I keep having to bite my tongue on things like "artificial sweeteners are very safe and a good alternative to cane sugar" and "a healthy diet should include 2-3 servings of dairy foods every day." Sigh. I'll parrot back what I'm taught and toss out what I don't agree with when I'm done. But it's exciting to finally be back in school and working towards something concrete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-3479234758069579389?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/3479234758069579389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=3479234758069579389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3479234758069579389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3479234758069579389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/06/actual-bona-fide-knitting-progress.html' title='Actual, bona fide knitting progress!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoR-SxNGmBI/AAAAAAAAARU/ale_zxtqsjE/s72-c/crepeshawl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1389542294884287312</id><published>2007-06-25T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:13:03.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Stone Soup</title><content type='html'>This Summer, the boys and I decided to have "Open Table" night every Monday. This means all the neighborhood kids can come by on Monday and have dinner at our house. I decided to add a wrinkle and make dinner something everyone could help make as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stone Soup&lt;/span&gt;. For anyone unfamiliar with the story, it involves a soldier on his way home from a war. He stops at a farm house, asking if they can spare any food and give him a place to stay for the night. The farmer sadly tells him they have very little food because of the war and poor harvest that year, so they can't help the soldier. The soldier plucks out a stone from his pocket and tells them he can make a delicious soup from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, fill a pot with water and add the stone. (Then change your mind, drain the water, and decide to saute some stuff first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCMs0gSrGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/H7NbfxgUHOk/s1600-h/stonesoup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCMs0gSrGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/H7NbfxgUHOk/s320/stonesoup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080215081310137442" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, add a wee bit of bacon (it was "salted beef" in the story - figured salted pork would do just fine):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCNrEgSrHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1_qnphdc_cU/s1600-h/ssbacon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCNrEgSrHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1_qnphdc_cU/s320/ssbacon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080216150756994162" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add onions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOq0gSrII/AAAAAAAAAQc/P09UrYWtHdA/s1600-h/ssonion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOq0gSrII/AAAAAAAAAQc/P09UrYWtHdA/s320/ssonion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080217245973654658" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then carrots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOsEgSrJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/M5j4iToEmAc/s1600-h/sscarrots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOsEgSrJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/M5j4iToEmAc/s320/sscarrots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080217267448491154" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add water, potatoes (oops, no picture) and salt:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOskgSrKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DmFg1os1v4Y/s1600-h/sssalt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOskgSrKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DmFg1os1v4Y/s320/sssalt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080217276038425762" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cook for about half an hour or so. Add sliced cabbage and cook another half hour or so (like all the precise, specific directions here? This is a very exacting dish, let me tell you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlist some child labor to make rolls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCP7UgSrOI/AAAAAAAAARM/LTdkqEJdbvU/s1600-h/makerolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCP7UgSrOI/AAAAAAAAARM/LTdkqEJdbvU/s320/makerolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080218628953124066" border="0" /&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;&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;Serve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOtkgSrMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J7x1BTIKlTQ/s1600-h/stonesoupdone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCOtkgSrMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J7x1BTIKlTQ/s320/stonesoupdone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080217293218294978" 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/14016382-1389542294884287312?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1389542294884287312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1389542294884287312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1389542294884287312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1389542294884287312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/06/stone-soup.html' title='Stone Soup'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RoCMs0gSrGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/H7NbfxgUHOk/s72-c/stonesoup1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-7786963126008813042</id><published>2007-06-14T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:16:32.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>Today has been a complete whirlwind. The boys were antsy, nervous and excited this morning from the moment each got out of bed. "I'm going to be a FIRST grader today!" "No more school for THREE WHOLE MONTHS!" I got them both off to school and somehow managed to pry a very, very troubled Arden off of me with reassurances that today would be a good day (poor sweetie). Then I scurried through a huge list of errands, since this was my last two hour child free week day time for the next three months. I mailed off the apron, bought some daikon radish and rice sprinkles at the local asian market, bought some things at the drug store, and dropped off books at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I swung back around to pick up Arden, who was literally bouncing up and down yelling, "today was the best day ever!" over and over again. Once he gave his teacher a full body hug (the kind that resembles a monkey clinging on to it's mama with hands and feet) and he hugged all his classmates, we walked hand in hand to the car and drove home. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RnHD7EgSrEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/48u057sYbH4/s1600-h/notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RnHD7EgSrEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/48u057sYbH4/s400/notes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076053674612141122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, he's been despondent at the thought of missing all of his friends during the Summer, actually crying himself to sleep several nights. Dan came up with the best idea: make up some cards with Arden's name, address and phone number and hand them out to everyone on the last day of school. I printed out quarter sheets of paper that read: "I'm going to miss you this Summer! Arden X, address, phone number". I figured a small sheet of paper might get lost in the shuffle of the last school day, so we rolled up each paper and tied them with colorful yarn. He really is going to miss every single child in his class, and several asked for his phone number so the idea was a really good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to have lunch together, the last we'll have on a school day since next year he goes for a full day along with Ryan. Then back to school for a talent show put on by the upper grades, complete with singing, dancing, Tae Kwon Do, and a gymnastics routine set to "White and Nerdy" by Weird Al Yankovic. The Principal thanked everyone for a wonderful year, the bell rang, and suddenly I had a First grader and a Third grader. Sniff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are flying on adrenaline at the moment, so the rest of the day will be interesting. Tonight we're making whole wheat waffles with crushed berries, yogurt and whipped cream for toppings as a special treat, and hopefully soon after that they will crash and fall asleep. Then I have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of Summer. Am I prepared in any way? Nope. Ought to be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-7786963126008813042?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/7786963126008813042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=7786963126008813042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7786963126008813042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7786963126008813042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RnHD7EgSrEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/48u057sYbH4/s72-c/notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-3707756463387432554</id><published>2007-06-13T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:13:13.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>I am such a tease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RnCcWEgSrDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WhGycTk29Q0/s1600-h/lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RnCcWEgSrDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WhGycTk29Q0/s400/lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075728683026787378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do not be distracted by the peaceful, sleeping cat. This picture is only present to obscure the fact that there is yet again no visual crafting content of any kind. No updates on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; Cobweb Crepe Shawl, no crafts with the boys, not even a lone picture of something tasty. I've been a bit busy. Work, getting into bunker mode for Summer (the boys have their last day of school tomorrow.....wish me well and send chocolate), and a secret project. I just finished making an apron for the May Apron Swap over at &lt;a href="http://www.onehourcraft.com/"&gt;One Hour Craft&lt;/a&gt;. Now, since the swapee and I know each other and I know she reads this blog (and I read &lt;a href="http://www.knitdrinkknitdrink.blogspot.com/"&gt;hers&lt;/a&gt;), we both agreed not to post about the aprons until after everything got over to each other in the mail. Spoils the fun to see pictures ahead of time, you see. But, but, it's so cute! I want to talk about it! So here are the details: it's made out of fabric, it has many colors, there was thread involved, also use of my sewing machine, pins, an iron, and scissors. Oh, and a pattern. Can't you just picture it? One more hint: the fabric is cotton. Pictures....eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, if you blog, knit, and live anywhere near Portland, Oregon, go &lt;a href="http://tiggywinkleknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and comment. Bobbie is working feverishly on putting together a Portland Knit Bloggers group, which should be huge and full of talented, nice people (like Bobbie herself).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-3707756463387432554?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/3707756463387432554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=3707756463387432554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3707756463387432554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3707756463387432554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-such-tease.html' title='I am such a tease'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RnCcWEgSrDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WhGycTk29Q0/s72-c/lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-8982491457474905465</id><published>2007-06-10T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:09:46.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>The Knitters Are Coming!</title><content type='html'>On Friday night, I had the most fantastic time. My new buddy &lt;a href="http://thedaftdrafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meghan&lt;/a&gt; swung around to my house and off we drove to Powell's. Why? To go see Stephanie Pearl McPhee, aka The &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/"&gt;Yarn Harlot&lt;/a&gt;, do a book signing. Now I've been lucky enough to meet her twice before, and knew there were good things ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came prepared with a bag of Hood strawberry scones (have to share some Oregon goodness, now), cream cheese to spread them with, and of course chocolate covered coffee beans in case of very late or very early flights. I did feel a large twinge of guilt, since the last two times I've seen Stephanie I brought &lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2005/08/mmmmsamosas.html"&gt;samosas&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted to make them this time, I truly did, but I ended up working over 30 hours this week checking coupons against a database and banging my head against the computer desk when the %$&amp;# thing ATE ALL MY DATA. I spent the week in a bleary haze, staring at a computer screen and hoping that eventually I'd all get it done, interspersed with wrangling the boys. Wasn't even sure I'd get to go to Powell's on Friday, but da&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYC0gSq-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/3hk-VmkVptk/s1600-h/bobbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYC0gSq-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/3hk-VmkVptk/s320/bobbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074668423105129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rned if I was going to try. So in a rare moment of sanity I ditched the samosas plan and decided on scones, something I could do quickly and well and that should at least be tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan and I found parking and trotted over to the book store around 5:00. The original plan was to go find seats, get some dinner somewhere close, and come back in time for the signing. Well, when we got there the room had one row of benches, benches with knitters perched on top. The rest of the room was completely &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYO0gSrAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SGjHJ83cKeo/s1600-h/Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYO0gSrAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SGjHJ83cKeo/s320/Charlotte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074668629263559682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;empty. We were told they planned on putting chairs out around 6:00, though eventually we managed to convince them to put chairs out earlier. We all sat, knitting and mingling amongst ourselves. I happened upon &lt;a href="http://abundantyarn.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweater-harlot-and-rockin-good-time.html"&gt;Rodger&lt;/a&gt;, the perfect fearless partner in crime. I look forward to many knitting adventures in the future. I chatted with Pauline, who sadly is blogless but was lovely to talk with. Then off in the corner I spied &lt;a href="http://tiggywinkleknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/a&gt;, carrying the most glorious Argosy shawl. Everyone gathered around, stroking it and admiring the colors. Bobbie is sweet and funny and wonderful in person, and I was happy to finally meet her. I giggled over this little miss (her name is Charlotte). Her mama is Heather, and her dad bought her the shirt. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we realized it was far too fun hanging out to leave and grab food somewhere else. Meghan and I illicitly, one at a time, slipped downstairs to purchase our books and grab sustenance from the coffee shop. Food was slipped into knitting bags and smuggled back up into the "Pearl" room, where we munched while no one was the wiser. I love breaking rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYDEgSq_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/yEm9mCAOQC4/s1600-h/stephblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYDEgSq_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/yEm9mCAOQC4/s320/stephblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074668427400096754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, Stephanie arrived. Resplendent in her brand new sweater (which was flung off moments later - the room was really hot), she quickly lowered the microphone and began to speak. She warned against the "crochet marauders", spoke of her worries about a wool blight that would lead to yarn store riots, and detailed the machinations of CHOKE (Cultural Humiliation Of Knitters Everywhere). She was funny, endearing, and had us all laughing until our grins hurt. Then she spoke of what knitters can do, of how much money we have all raised so far for &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/tsffaq.html"&gt;Knitters Without Borders&lt;/a&gt;, of the friendships and bonds so many of us have formed, of how special it is in this day and age to make something by hand. It was a beautiful speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all lined up to have books signed. This is where sitting in the front row became a problem: there was no way to get to the line aside from walking all the way around the aisles while everyone else quickly hopped up into place. Seemed fair, though. So we stood in line and knitted and visited. I got to see Rodger's new sweater. Also met the very bubbly blogless Terissa, who suggested we all go out for tea and drinks later. Excellent idea! I met &lt;a href="http://www.neitherhipnorfunky.com/"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt;, who talked of the Single Sock Liberation Movement and showed me a bevvy of proudly single socks. Carry on the good fight, Christy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it was my turn. Stephanie looked at me,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYO0gSrBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lgYfnNICokM/s1600-h/mensteph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYO0gSrBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lgYfnNICokM/s320/mensteph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074668629263559698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smiled, and said, "you!" And then right after that, "where are the samosas?" We both laughed and I offered up the scones. She asked what I was working on*, I told her it was a shawl, to which she quickly remarked, "it's got a long way to go then, eh?" Then I had her feel it, and she may have said something like, "evil, evil woman." Heh, heh - I take great pride in my evilness! Meghan took a picture of both of us (note that she is still fondling the shawl) and I'm pretty sure I was in the middle of saying something. Better picture over &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/archives/2007/06/09/knitters_do_it_in_airports.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (squee! Yep, I'm on the blog). She gave me a big hug after that, and you know what? Stephanie gives a really good hug. Not a big surprise - she's a pretty neat person all 'round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards Meghan and I walked over to the tea/lounge place (what was the name of it?), meeting up with Rodger and Terrisa later on. I actually got carded. At 38 years old - what a compliment! We all sat and gabbed and Meghan worked furiously on a wee baby sweater and had a blast. Many thanks to Meghan for the ride and for being my knit event buddy, and thanks to Stephanie for once again making us all laugh and think and feel proud of our knitterly ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* (I knitted! For the first time in over a month! Fittingly, it was on my sister's almost cobweb crepe shawl, since I need to finish before August. It felt strange, and my hands trembled as I did it, but I managed. I'm just going to bite the bullet and keep working on it even if knitting feels strange and uncomfortable for a while.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-8982491457474905465?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/8982491457474905465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=8982491457474905465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8982491457474905465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8982491457474905465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/06/knitters-are-coming.html' title='The Knitters Are Coming!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RmzYC0gSq-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/3hk-VmkVptk/s72-c/bobbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1272476419433385920</id><published>2007-06-07T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:40:08.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>I've neglected the blog for a bit now, haven't I? But I have an excuse or two. First, I suddenly got a job. Wasn't really expecting to get one, but I got an email asking if I'd be interested in some part time work from home, work that could be done around two small boys. I'd stopped looking for a part time job a while ago since Arden is only in school for 2 1/2 hours this year, which leaves no time to get anything done. So I jumped on the chance and have been training like crazy for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working with &lt;a href="http://www.thegrocerygame.com/"&gt;The Grocery Game&lt;/a&gt;, a service I've happily used for years now. You know those ladies who go to the store with a fist full of coupons, buy $300 worth of groceries and pay only $50 for the whole lot? The list was started by one of them. She decided to share the information she uses each week so other people could simply look at the list and decide what they want to buy that's at the rock bottom price that week. The List shows which coupons (if any) to use, what the final price is, and what the % saved is. It really does all the work for you - I spend maybe 20 minutes cutting out every coupon I might ever be interested in each Sunday morning, then pop over to the List and match up what I'd like to buy. And I save around 30% on my grocery bill each week, sometimes more. I get high-end stuff (coupons are almost always for brand names and not generics) for wee prices: I rarely pay more than $1.50 for shampoo (even Aussie or Fructis), almost never pay more than $1 for toothpaste, never pay more than $1.50 for a toothbrush, or more than $1.50 for a box of cereal. It's a pretty sweet deal, all told. If you aren't familiar, go check it out. Seriously. Anyway, I'm now helping make up the list for my area and working like crazy. And getting paid - woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is I now have what my Neurologist calls an Idiopathic Essential Tremor. Tremor means I shake. Essential is the kind of tremor - I shake a little when I move for any reason. My hands shake, my legs shake when I walk, even my mouth tremors a bit when I talk. The Idiopathic means she has no idea why I have it, though she thinks it may have something to do with recent thyroid issues. In the meantime, we're trying out medication to help control the shaking. Unfortunately, what I've tried so far works on the shaking but leaves me tired and drugged and not really functional, which kind of defeats the purpose. So we're working on other medications to hopefully help. In the meantime, it makes fine motor things like typing, writing, oh and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knitting &lt;/span&gt;very difficult. Hence the lack of crafty content. I'm working up the courage to start knitting again with the tremor, but it's frustrating and I feel a bit like I'm 80 years old when I try. The good news is that it doesn't seem to be caused by anything scary, so I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bit of news. I'm going back to school! I start at the end of the month taking pre-requisites to get into nursing school. I've always been fascinated by all things medical and have felt called to help people for as long as I can remember. Ultimately, I'd like to become a Nurse Practitioner, mainly because I like being in charge and that's not exactly going away any time soon. More importantly, that's what I want to do - see patients and help them hopefully get better and healthier. For now I'm taking one lone class this summer, then going full time in the Fall. Ought to be a bit crazy, but I'm then I do crazy quite well. I'm nervous, a bit scared, but very excited. Kind of odd to be 38 and going back to school, but it's good to finally have some idea of what I want to be when I grow up (though I don't necessarily plan on the growing up part).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1272476419433385920?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1272476419433385920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1272476419433385920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1272476419433385920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1272476419433385920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-2510560283145449017</id><published>2007-05-30T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:01:16.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rl4QEAhshTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_cHjhKnzqZI/s1600-h/oreos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rl4QEAhshTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_cHjhKnzqZI/s400/oreos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070507891512608050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof: I made my own oreos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-2510560283145449017?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/2510560283145449017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=2510560283145449017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2510560283145449017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2510560283145449017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/insanity-rules.html' title='Insanity rules'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rl4QEAhshTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_cHjhKnzqZI/s72-c/oreos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1653929246222391272</id><published>2007-05-25T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:30:35.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no shampoo'/><title type='text'>I haven't washed my hair in a week</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't been sick or busy or even too lazy to get out the shampoo. And no, I'm not a person who can get away without a good hair wash for a week - my hair is fine, thin and oily and looks pretty nasty if I miss even one day. Lately I've been trying to find a shampoo that doesn't coat my hair with stuff, since it's so baby fine and doesn't need help laying down and playing dead, thank you very much. I've tried brand after brand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;brands even, volume building varieties...and every last one of them lately leaves my hair feeling heavy and coated. By the end of the day I look like I haven't washed my hair at all. Bad enough to look like this on the rare day I don't have time to shampoo, but on a day when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;? Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in desperation I started poking around online. I found a bunch of obviously insane people who wrote glowing reports on how they didn't wash their hair any more. What??? I bet these are people who feel that bathing is optional, too. What a crazy idea....until it started growing on me. I read over and over again about people who found their hair was healthier, shinier, more manageable, and even seemed thicker once they stopped the ol' shampoo habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave it a try. &lt;a href="http://www.naturalfamilyonline.com/go/index.php/389/why-you-should-go-no-poo/"&gt;Everything&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://motowngirl.com/no_shampoo.php"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thephoenix.com/article_ektid40141.aspx"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; said there's about a week of not so great hair as you get used to something new and your scalp gets used to no detergents. I figured I'd stick it out one week as an experiment. Each day I took a tablespoon of baking soda and tossed it in a cup of water, then poured that over my scalp and rubbed. Rinse. Then vinegar in more water poured over. Rinse again. I was sure my hair was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RleZAQhshRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/etba0elzFjU/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RleZAQhshRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/etba0elzFjU/s400/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068688135344129298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going to be a gnarly, oily mess by the second or third day and figured I'd be wearing a lot of ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one and two were a bit weird, I'll admit. My hair felt a bit oily and stiffer than normal. After that, each day my hair was shinier and had more body. It looked thicker, too. And when I blew my hair dry and curled the ends under, they actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stayed &lt;/span&gt;that way! Oddly enough, my hair felt clean and fresh after the baking soda and vinegar. It even felt lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I've stopped washing my hair for good. The end result? Take a look for yourself. It's amazing what a week of no shampoo can do, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1653929246222391272?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1653929246222391272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1653929246222391272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1653929246222391272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1653929246222391272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-havent-washed-my-hair-in-week.html' title='I haven&apos;t washed my hair in a week'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RleZAQhshRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/etba0elzFjU/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-7014639076678176420</id><published>2007-05-21T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:51:56.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Two ways to tell it's Spring time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asparagus spear, peeking out of the ground. I just planted 25 crowns and am impatiently watching as all these beautiful green bits make their way out of the ground. Can't wait until next year when I can start harvesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RlIeuQhshNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tAwZyCo0fz4/s1600-h/asparagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RlIeuQhshNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tAwZyCo0fz4/s400/asparagus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067146310804341970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arden and his "Hairy Harry" plant from Kindergarten. He gave it a flat top right before coming home from school. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RlIeuwhshOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PSPDZwtjgus/s1600-h/hairyharry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RlIeuwhshOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PSPDZwtjgus/s400/hairyharry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067146319394276578" 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/14016382-7014639076678176420?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/7014639076678176420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=7014639076678176420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7014639076678176420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7014639076678176420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-ways-to-tell-its-spring-time.html' title='Two ways to tell it&apos;s Spring time'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RlIeuQhshNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tAwZyCo0fz4/s72-c/asparagus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-271247585240866218</id><published>2007-05-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:24:52.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Shocked, stunned, and amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkkXJws0IsI/AAAAAAAAANs/31M1okfFM_s/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkkXJws0IsI/AAAAAAAAANs/31M1okfFM_s/s320/dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064604712413962946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what Ryan had for dinner tonight. Voluntarily, even. You are looking at: brown rice, green onion, egg, carrot, nori (tried for the very first time!), sesame seeds, pickled ginger, and avocado, all topped with a citrus-soy dressing. Dan and I thought it was delicious but were less sure Ryan, who is not the most adventurous eater in the world, would want any. Shows how much we know. He had seconds and demanded I make this again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;. The recipe comes from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Natural Cooking&lt;/span&gt;, which I'm liking quite a bit. Can't wait to try more from this cookbook, if only to see what else he'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-271247585240866218?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/271247585240866218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=271247585240866218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/271247585240866218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/271247585240866218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/shocked-stunned-and-amazed.html' title='Shocked, stunned, and amazed'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkkXJws0IsI/AAAAAAAAANs/31M1okfFM_s/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-4073848171398825515</id><published>2007-05-12T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:23:49.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Ah, the joys of seed catalogs</title><content type='html'>I just got a housewarming gift from a friend back in California. Since we have a decently sized yard, she figured a gift certificate for seeds and plants would be perfect. Correct! I just spent an hour poring over the pages of the &lt;a href="http://www.nicholsgardennursery.com/"&gt;Nichols&lt;/a&gt; catalog, mulling over all the different herbs and plants and trying to figure out what to order. It's too late for strawberries, sadly (would have tried some of the new Seascape variety), but they carry a lot of herbs I haven't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get? I wanted some medicinal herbs, so arnica, calendula and chamomile went onto the list. Dan and I love all kinds of Asian foods, so Thai basil, cilantro, culantro (similar to cilantro, often used with pho), and papaloquelite (also similar to cilantro, but I've heard the flavor is even better) are represented. Almost ordered some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delfino&lt;/span&gt; cilantro since it's slow to bolt and the ferny leaves are easier to cut, but I've seen reports that it only tastes mildly of cilantro, so that was out. A variant of marjoram - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaatar&lt;/span&gt; - sounded really interesting so I ordered some as well. Supposedly it has a flavor that's a cross between thyme, oregano and marjoram. I also ordered some clary sage because I love the scent, and sweet violets because they're just plain pretty. Oh, and some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweeter Yet&lt;/span&gt; cucumber seeds for summer salads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like a kid in a candy store, drooling over all the possibilities. Though this stuff is definitely better for me than candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-4073848171398825515?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/4073848171398825515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=4073848171398825515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4073848171398825515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4073848171398825515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-joys-of-seed-catalogs.html' title='Ah, the joys of seed catalogs'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6672797475174676894</id><published>2007-05-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:13:59.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Finally caught up on sleep</title><content type='html'>...since I finished the beaded mat! It was down to the wire, but I finished right before leaving for the bridal shower. My sister cried happy tears, so all the hours I spent working on this were worth it. I had the hardest time capturing what the beads and the pearls looked like - the smaller beads sparkled caught the light, while the larger pearls just glowed. The smaller pearl beads were actually from my wedding dress - a bit of something old (and good!) to add to her new life as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew - the beading is finished! I ironed, but many of the wrinkles just wouldn't come out. Proof that it's hand made, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQWws0ImI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oVeJsIrONwc/s1600-h/frame1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQWws0ImI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oVeJsIrONwc/s320/frame1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063189864287314530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satin laid out on a pre-cut mat, then trimmed down to size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQXQs0InI/AAAAAAAAANE/xrwn1pD8xC4/s1600-h/frame2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQXQs0InI/AAAAAAAAANE/xrwn1pD8xC4/s320/frame2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063189872877249138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edges glued down to the inside and outside. This took quite a bit of pulling and re-arranging to make sure the beads stayed centered on the mat. I used an acid free glue stick with a pretty heavy hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQXgs0IoI/AAAAAAAAANM/N4wbQ05bmg0/s1600-h/frame3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQXgs0IoI/AAAAAAAAANM/N4wbQ05bmg0/s320/frame3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063189877172216450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up against my wall - this is the best picture I got of the completed mat. Sorry about the lighting - it was a really cloudy day. I wanted to get a picture of the mat uprightl, a bit like it will look with a picture and a frame on the outside. I tried to design it so it could hang in any direction since my sister doesn't exactly have her wedding pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQXws0IpI/AAAAAAAAANU/CA8vj_UCCb0/s1600-h/frame4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQXws0IpI/AAAAAAAAANU/CA8vj_UCCb0/s320/frame4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063189881467183762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up of the vines and flowers. I really like how the grayish beads accent the pearls and the ivory colored satin. The overall look was very old fashioned, like something made in another era. May have to do *one* more beaded project for myself. There are beads left over, after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQYgs0IqI/AAAAAAAAANc/6YFaSn7Na6M/s1600-h/detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQYgs0IqI/AAAAAAAAANc/6YFaSn7Na6M/s320/detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063189894352085666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-6672797475174676894?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6672797475174676894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6672797475174676894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6672797475174676894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6672797475174676894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-caught-up-on-sleep.html' title='Finally caught up on sleep'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RkQQWws0ImI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oVeJsIrONwc/s72-c/frame1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1892439138252011866</id><published>2007-05-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:08:37.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Half way there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rjn50cUlxoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nYFRZmXbYS4/s1600-h/frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rjn50cUlxoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nYFRZmXbYS4/s400/frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060350335678531202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's not talk about how many hours I spent trying to thread a needle about the size of a hair, or about how many beads fell off into the couch or onto the floor yesterday. Or about how many tiny needle holes there are in my fingers right now. Or about how late I was up last night trying to sew down that last strand of shiny glass bits. None of that matters. I'm half way there! If I really work today and tomorrow, I should have the beading done in time for my trip to California. Sleep? Sleep is for sissies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1892439138252011866?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1892439138252011866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1892439138252011866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1892439138252011866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1892439138252011866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/half-way-there.html' title='Half way there'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rjn50cUlxoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nYFRZmXbYS4/s72-c/frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6758537096384869959</id><published>2007-05-02T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:00:01.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Beading progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjjtKMUlxlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e9ftZLhQNX8/s1600-h/frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjjtKMUlxlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e9ftZLhQNX8/s400/frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060054940712814162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm done with one of the four sides and I'm really pleased with how the mat is looking over all. It's a really cloudy day today so lighting is lousy - sorry for the poor photograph. It's hard to capture the sparkle of the tiny beads in any light, especially with such subtle color variations. Back to the grindstone. I need to get this finished by Sunday, so there are many hours of staring at a tiny needle and coaxing itty bitty beads out of containers still ahead of me. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-6758537096384869959?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6758537096384869959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6758537096384869959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6758537096384869959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6758537096384869959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/beading-progress.html' title='Beading progress'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjjtKMUlxlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e9ftZLhQNX8/s72-c/frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-8310477916239371284</id><published>2007-05-01T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:10:59.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Secret project revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rjf_MsUlxfI/AAAAAAAAALs/KKDL2COJFSs/s1600-h/framesupplies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rjf_MsUlxfI/AAAAAAAAALs/KKDL2COJFSs/s200/framesupplies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059793299895076338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? My sister was so wistful and sad that she wouldn't be getting any beaded love that I had to do something. I'm already making a shawl for her wedding, so a wrap wouldn't work. Tried to think of something she could use, something that wouldn't get stuck in a box and looked at possibly once a year. I thought and thought, and then the idea came. My sister loves pictures and scrap booking and is very sentimental in general. Why not make a beaded mat for a picture frame? The beading would&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjgAtMUlxjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o2MRmH3vJNo/s1600-h/frame3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjgAtMUlxjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o2MRmH3vJNo/s200/frame3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059794957752452658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stay under glass, so no dusting (I cringed at the thought of a beaded frame that would gather dust and dirt constantly), and it would be something she could enjoy every day. Perfect! With a bit of help from her good at being sneaky fiance I got the future wedding picture size and off I went. I'm in the middle of insane beading at the moment that has to be finished by Friday afternoon (her shower is this Sunday and I'm flying out to California for the weekend), so hopefully more details soon. In the meantime, a few pictures to tide everyone over.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjgA48UlxkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5pcxdhyg-G8/s1600-h/frame1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjgA48UlxkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5pcxdhyg-G8/s320/frame1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059795159615915586" 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/14016382-8310477916239371284?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/8310477916239371284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=8310477916239371284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8310477916239371284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8310477916239371284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/05/secret-project-revealed.html' title='Secret project revealed'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rjf_MsUlxfI/AAAAAAAAALs/KKDL2COJFSs/s72-c/framesupplies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-8453806559216338017</id><published>2007-04-28T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:37:02.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Bees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjQB-MUlxeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bFO29YLl5nc/s1600-h/bees3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjQB-MUlxeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bFO29YLl5nc/s320/bees3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058670449415013858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the talk lately of declining and disappearing bee colonies, I've been keeping a watchful eye on my yard to see if I could find any. Despite many flowers, I hadn't seen any bees....until today. We have a huge Spanish lavender plant out in front that evidently is bee heaven when the flowers are in bloom. I counted at least a dozen bees flying busily from purple flower to purple flower. Such a lovely sight. I'll have to plant more Spanish lavender out back. Wonder if I can get cuttings to grow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-8453806559216338017?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/8453806559216338017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=8453806559216338017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8453806559216338017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8453806559216338017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/bees.html' title='Bees!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjQB-MUlxeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bFO29YLl5nc/s72-c/bees3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-990469535740838632</id><published>2007-04-28T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:09:09.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Wee bit of knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjP93MUlxcI/AAAAAAAAALU/tKOozTMsqk4/s1600-h/lshawl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjP93MUlxcI/AAAAAAAAALU/tKOozTMsqk4/s320/lshawl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058665931109418434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been knitting much at all in the past few weeks. This puts me behind schedule on my sister's shawl, but there's not much to be done about it. My hands have been shaking recently and it's just hard to do things that take a lot of fine motor skill, so gardening has been getting a lot more attention. No worries - I went to a Neurologist last Friday and hopefully will be getting some answers and in the meantime the shaking is getting a bit better, so all is well. Here is the center and just a bit of the first edging for my *almost* Cobweb Crep&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjP99sUlxdI/AAAAAAAAALc/ECoQMhDFndk/s1600-h/lshawl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjP99sUlxdI/AAAAAAAAALc/ECoQMhDFndk/s200/lshawl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058666042778568146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e Shawl. I picked up stitches all the way around and am using two long circular needles to continue on in the round. Keeping track of where I am in all of this is surprisingly hard to do so I copied the chart and am marking off each row as I go along. It's starting to look lace-like - see? Hard to see much of anything without blocking, but it's coming along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-990469535740838632?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/990469535740838632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=990469535740838632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/990469535740838632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/990469535740838632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/wee-bit-of-knitting.html' title='Wee bit of knitting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RjP93MUlxcI/AAAAAAAAALU/tKOozTMsqk4/s72-c/lshawl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-4444628218574166730</id><published>2007-04-24T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:48:58.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Doing thing differently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ri6ShjnJyRI/AAAAAAAAALI/FuIKv80UqSU/s1600-h/mystery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ri6ShjnJyRI/AAAAAAAAALI/FuIKv80UqSU/s400/mystery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057140536776444178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been doing a lot of gardening lately. Took this picture after realizing that perhaps I use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly &lt;/span&gt;different tools for the job. The basket of seeds is pretty self explanatory. The paper to the right is a garden plan drawn on grid paper so I know where everything should go. The L square is handy when measuring out square foot increments. I'm using &lt;a href="http://www.growbiointensive.org/grow_main.html"&gt;biointensive&lt;/a&gt; gardening methods since I have such a small garden plot (8 x 8 feet, plus the smaller raised beds by the house). Planting involved tracing out each square foot, then filling each with whatever each block was supposed to have in it. I did a good bit of reading on companion planting so there's a stab at having plant "friends" close together (corn and pole beans, lettuce in the shade of cucumbers, etc.). I'm also trying to entice as many bees and beneficial insects as possible, so there are a goodly number of flowers, onions and garlic planted in and around the edges of the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hippity hop? Well, it makes a really nice seat, much better than a step stool or chair. Comfy, easy to lug around, and the rounded bottom doesn't poke holes in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure these aren't standard gardening tools, but I like them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-4444628218574166730?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/4444628218574166730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=4444628218574166730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4444628218574166730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4444628218574166730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/doing-thing-differently.html' title='Doing thing differently'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Ri6ShjnJyRI/AAAAAAAAALI/FuIKv80UqSU/s72-c/mystery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6122447207420067710</id><published>2007-04-15T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:27:55.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Weekend gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLcKXZdGII/AAAAAAAAAKI/6WHd7Wbyp8w/s1600-h/garden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLcKXZdGII/AAAAAAAAAKI/6WHd7Wbyp8w/s200/garden1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053843802500700290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much clearing, weeding, cultivating, amending, and planting this weekend. Dan is my new hero, the man with the pickaxe and a shovel ever-ready to haul rocks and dirt. Managed to clear out and 8 by 8 foot garden plot out in back and add in compost and peat moss to lighten up the soil a bit. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLda3ZdGKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZHlAFFW9Sy0/s1600-h/tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLda3ZdGKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZHlAFFW9Sy0/s200/tomatoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053845185480169634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had already planted some peas there - added sugar snap peas, pole beans, and "Rocky" cucumbers (wee, bite sized seedless wonders) along the back fence as well. No other planting in the big clearing yet, since that got finished towards the end of the day and I was completely beat by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLcKnZdGJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/82JgKxfdIRk/s1600-h/raisedbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLcKnZdGJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/82JgKxfdIRk/s200/raisedbed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053843806795667602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did get tomatoes in: one Pik Red, one Oregon Spring, and two Brandywine. Planted some calendula out in front of them, and some butterfly mix to the side. My square foot garden plots from last year are all filled out now with basil, parsley (which is huge and taking over the right side there), oregano, thyme, cilantro, arugula, corn salad, butterhead lettuce, baby lettuce mix, green onions, radishes (plain and "Easter Egg" mix), teeny baby carrots, and some bush beans. Doesn't look like much yet, but give it a month and there'll be a lot of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLdbnZdGMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/k5YZCzqGTKQ/s1600-h/front1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLdbnZdGMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/k5YZCzqGTKQ/s200/front1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053845198365071554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also pulled out a ton of stuff out in front of the house. Red lava rocks...oh, how I hate the stuff. It's everywhere, including down into the clay soil. Lovely. We filled bucket after bucket with rocks, t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLfB3ZdGPI/AAAAAAAAALA/pL7IkpylU1Y/s1600-h/front2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLfB3ZdGPI/AAAAAAAAALA/pL7IkpylU1Y/s200/front2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053846955006695666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hen amended the soil a bit. Dan pried out the brick edging strips along the curb (they just made one more spot weeds could hide), then I planted a bunch of sweet alyssum and hostas. Also tossed out some "bee and butterfly" mix in the open area where our &lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/search?q=bush"&gt;bush&lt;/a&gt; used to be - we'll plant something else there soon, but for now filler will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to finally be able to plant and really get working on the yards. This is one of the things I have been looking forward to the most since hurting my ankle - getting out and gardening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-6122447207420067710?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6122447207420067710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6122447207420067710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6122447207420067710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6122447207420067710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-gardening.html' title='Weekend gardening'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiLcKXZdGII/AAAAAAAAAKI/6WHd7Wbyp8w/s72-c/garden1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6820696966271573298</id><published>2007-04-13T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:25:53.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Once a month baking</title><content type='html'>Did a bit of easy baking today. Needed something to take along with us to &lt;a href="http://www.aspergersnet.org/gameclub.html"&gt;Game Club&lt;/a&gt; - a local Asperger's support group event that happens once a month. The boys really look forward to going, and I don't blame them! Board games, video games, card games, snacks and pizza, and a showing of a new DVD on a big screen complete with popcorn are all great, but having a group of other kids who are all at a similar social skills level is even better. Most kids with Asperger's have a difficult time making friends due to problems picking up on social cues, added to the fact that many of these kids do a lot of things that seem a bit odd as well. So a night like this means pretty much guaranteed success, which is huge. Parents get to hang out and talk and generally get a very well deserved break, so everyone wins. Each family brings a snack (hence the baking) and a $5 donation that helps go towards games and upkeep. Well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookie Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes 24 - 36 bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiAfGnZdGHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lbNaGx7yOVY/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiAfGnZdGHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lbNaGx7yOVY/s200/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053072980425119858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These may look like just another ho-hum cookie bar recipe, but give them a try - they're quite addictive. You can play with it quite a bit, too - add other extras, leave some of mine out, it's all good. The whole wheat flour is mainly there so I can delude myself into thinking that these are marginally healthful, so feel free to leave it out and use all regular flour instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup    melted butter&lt;br /&gt;2 cups    brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2    eggs &lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp    salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup    flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup    whole wheat flour (or use all regular flour, or 1/2 cup whole wheat and 1 cup all purpose)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp    baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup    coconut, unsweetened&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup    quick oats&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup    chopped walnuts or other nuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup    chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Butter a 9 x 13 inch pan. If the pan is glass or Pyrex, turn the oven heat down to 300.&lt;br /&gt;2 Mix butter, sugar and eggs together well. Add salt, flours and baking powder and stir until thoroughly mixed. Add coconut, oats, and nuts and mix to distribute evenly. Spread over the bottom of buttered pan (the batter is really thick). Sprinkle chocolate chips over the top. Bake for around 25 - 30 minutes, or until dry on top and almost firm to the touch. Let cool until chocolate chips are solid again, then cut into small squares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-6820696966271573298?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6820696966271573298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6820696966271573298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6820696966271573298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6820696966271573298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-month-baking.html' title='Once a month baking'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RiAfGnZdGHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lbNaGx7yOVY/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-5230553158575840618</id><published>2007-04-10T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:48:33.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhwTUXZdGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hyswQ9Qq3N0/s1600-h/losttooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhwTUXZdGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hyswQ9Qq3N0/s320/losttooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051934122601945186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan lost his first tooth today. I think he's officially the oldest kid in his school to lose a tooth at a few months past eight, but he's alway run on his own personal timetable. I can't get over how different he looks! The tooth is in an envelope inside his favorite jacket, which he lost today, so the Tooth Fairy is waiting a day for him to search (which coincidentally gives us time to find a dollar coin to pop under his pillow tomorrow night). I've already showed him how to slip a straw into the gap, but I haven't showed him how to squirt water through. Some things are better figured out on your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-5230553158575840618?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/5230553158575840618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=5230553158575840618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/5230553158575840618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/5230553158575840618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhwTUXZdGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hyswQ9Qq3N0/s72-c/losttooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-8229656591544120583</id><published>2007-04-08T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:31:45.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhmreD-Dq4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/toL_kpsuNrg/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhmreD-Dq4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/toL_kpsuNrg/s320/easter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051256990022740866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a bit in between on celebrating anything religious today - still figuring out where I am and what I believe. But today feels like Spring and renewal and life, and that I'm happy to celebrate to the hilt, regardless of anything else on top of it. Today the boys woke up to Easter baskets filled with colored foam sheets, water balloons, bubbles, glow in the dark bracelets, pinwheels, ceremonial chocolate bunnies (must bite off the ears first), and tiny wooden birdhouses. We all had pancakes with berries and yogurt for breakfast, then spent the morning baking a humongous beehive bread. We all had fun rolling out strips of dough, twisting them together, then wrapping them around a pyrex bowl to bake. The boys attacked the loaf less than a moment after I took this picture, and I don't blame them! It was delicious. It was a beautiful, sunny day today - perfect for watching the boys run through the breeze laughing and chasing each other. They had their fair share of fighting today as well, but I savored those perfect moments of sunshine, flowers, and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got several requests for the Beehive Bread recipe, so here 'tis. The bread is sweet and rich with just a touch of lemon and goes really well with just a dab of sweet butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beehive Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adapted from "Bernard Clayton's New Complete Book of Breads"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2 to 6 cups bread flour (I used unbleached all purpose flour)&lt;br /&gt;1 package dry yeast (or 2 1/4 tsp instant yeast)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup milk, warmed&lt;br /&gt;1 Tb grated lemon peel&lt;br /&gt;5 eggs, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten, mixed with 1 tsp milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 baking sheet&lt;br /&gt;ovenproof glass or metal mixing bowl - 9" wide by 4" deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix 2 cups flour, yeast, salt and sugar into a large mixing bowl. Stir in the milk and lemon peel. Beat until mixture is smooth. Add in eggs, one at a time, mixing after each is added. Stir in the butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add flour, 1/2 cup at a time, until the dough can be lifted from the bowl easily (you may have flour remaining).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knead the dough about 10 minutes, until it is smooth and elastic. Cover top of bowl with plastic wrap or a damp cloth and let dough rise until doubled in volume, about 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take dough out of the bowl and knead for 2-3 minutes. Put back in the bowl, cover, and place in the refrigerator for at least 2 hours or overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaping - the fun part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn bowl over and cover with aluminum foil, pressing down to smooth the surface. Rub generously with butter and place on top of a baking dish without sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the dough out of the refrigerator. It'll be cold and pretty hard, so work it with your hands for a little while to get it moving well again. Roll dough into a thick snake and cut into 20 pieces. Roll each piece into ropes about 18 - 20 inches long and about 3/8" thick with narrowed ends. Take two ropes, pinch the ends together, and twist them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap each twist around the bowl, starting from the bottom rim. As you add another twist, pinch the ends and overlap them a little to blend them in. Keep wrapping until you run out of dough. You might not get all the way to the top, which still looks great. If you need to have a solid bottom start from the center top and spiral around from there and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover with a cloth and let rise for about 30 minutes. Meanwhile, preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully brush the bread all over with the egg mixture. Bake until golden brown all over, 25-30 minutes. You may need to turn the bread around once to get all sides evenly golden. Put the bowl on a cooling rack and let cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bread is at room temperature you can either leave it on the bowl (I did), take out the bowl and crumple up some foil to hold up the center, or flip the bread over to use as a basket. If you want a basket you may want to bake it flipped side up for another 5 minutes or so to firm up the inside edges a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place bread in a conspicuous location and bask, then tear off a bit to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-8229656591544120583?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/8229656591544120583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=8229656591544120583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8229656591544120583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8229656591544120583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhmreD-Dq4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/toL_kpsuNrg/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-3841146326877646917</id><published>2007-04-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:54:08.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Spring has sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink Bleeding Hearts, out in our front yard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8HT-Dq0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j-KbGJC_dEw/s1600-h/bleeding+hearts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8HT-Dq0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j-KbGJC_dEw/s320/bleeding+hearts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050853078413323074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White Bleeding Hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8Hz-Dq1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cXuTqyLk3NM/s1600-h/bleedinghearts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8Hz-Dq1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cXuTqyLk3NM/s320/bleedinghearts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050853087003257682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wild fringed Bleeding Hearts, which have taken over a large patch out in front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8IT-Dq2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3lDdn6KutzQ/s1600-h/bleedinghearts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8IT-Dq2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3lDdn6KutzQ/s320/bleedinghearts3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050853095593192290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blooming tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8Iz-Dq3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/w63fkLjZHN0/s1600-h/blooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8Iz-Dq3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/w63fkLjZHN0/s320/blooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050853104183126898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this time of year :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-3841146326877646917?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/3841146326877646917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=3841146326877646917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3841146326877646917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3841146326877646917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has sprung'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rhg8HT-Dq0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j-KbGJC_dEw/s72-c/bleeding+hearts1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1799268149949902184</id><published>2007-04-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:11:43.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and cast off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhMNRD-DqwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dlEzgiJhniY/s1600-h/contestyarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhMNRD-DqwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dlEzgiJhniY/s320/contestyarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049394193986988802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday I hobbled into the doctor's office, more than ready to get this blasted cast off my foot. Out came the big, scary saw. You know, the one that doesn't cut skin but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; lethal. That one. After a lot of careful cutting my doctor admits why she's extra cautious with this thing: it used to be a bone saw. Images from assorted horror movies are at this point dancing through my head. Then, halleluia, no more cast. On went the ol' walking boot, and off I went into the sunset. Walking still hurts a bit so I'm taking things very easy, but I'm a lot more mobile now so life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhMNrT-DqyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vFFKXUi9hdQ/s1600-h/glitteralpaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhMNrT-DqyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vFFKXUi9hdQ/s200/glitteralpaca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049394644958554914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of good things, look what I got in the mail today. Yarn! I won &lt;a href="http://mousepotato.typepad.com/knittingdoctor/"&gt;Lorette's&lt;/a&gt; knitting tip contest (random drawing, but still!) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. Got the yarn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;. That lady is lightning fast. The &lt;a href="http://www.ptyarn.com/lollipop.html"&gt;Opal Lollipop 1009&lt;/a&gt; will most likely end up as socks for the boys - they both loved all the colors. Now the Cherry Tree Hill &lt;a href="http://www.yarnandfiber.com/catalog/index.php?cPath=22_25_185&amp;osCsid=eb4da85a6c03c0dfc901f8c49f0b2c84"&gt;Glitter Alpaca&lt;/a&gt; is just beautiful. It's full of purples, deep greens, and a bit of bright pink here and there shot through with tiny winks of shine all over. So soft and light. Haven't a clue what I'll do with it, but I think knitting it up will be my reward for finishing up my sister's wedding shawl. Thanks again, Lorette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhMNzj-DqzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_pJ6oUKmT-Q/s1600-h/ryansocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhMNzj-DqzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_pJ6oUKmT-Q/s320/ryansocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049394786692475698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also finished up Ryan's socks, made from the yarn I dyed over at Abundant Yarn. He loves them and will not take them off. I'm taking this as a good sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1799268149949902184?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1799268149949902184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1799268149949902184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1799268149949902184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1799268149949902184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-cast-off.html' title='...and cast off!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RhMNRD-DqwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dlEzgiJhniY/s72-c/contestyarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-758430339701587058</id><published>2007-03-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:59:38.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a bit, mainly because there hasn't been a lot going on here other than finding creative things to do on one leg. This gets old, oh, within about the first 10 minutes of starting out on crutches. The ankle seems to be mending well, and thankfully the cast comes off tomorrow. I'm counting the minutes until that doctor's appointment - not only will I be freed from crutches and the itch way down where you can't scratch it cast, but I'll be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, glorious day indeed. There's nothing like being stuck at home and put at the mercy of others for a ride. Brings me right back to fifteen, right at the cusp of being independent and just tasting freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is day four of Spring Break, and I'm proud to say that both the boys are alive. Oh, and I appear to also be sane. This is quite a feat, one accomplished so far by signing Arden up for drama camp (two hour rehearsals each day, rides from my mother in law), craft projects galore, many taped episodes of Mythbusters and Dirty Jobs, and the baking of many, many cookies. And a healthy supply of Mike's Hard Lemonade. It's medicinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was able to have a Spring Break of my own. My mother in law dropped me off at &lt;a href="http://www.abundantyarn.com/"&gt;Abundant Yarn&lt;/a&gt;, where I promptly sat down with a bag o knitting to wait for Ann and Kay of &lt;a href="http://www.masondixonknitting.com/"&gt;Mason Dixon&lt;/a&gt; fame. I worked on the not quite Cobweb Crepe Shawl since the center is really just a great big dishcloth knit on very fine yarn. Also brought my *almost* (really, honest!) finished Perfect Sweater. We all sat and waited and talked, and in the process I met two of the nicest knitters: Meghan (no blog yet, but I'm working on her) and &lt;a href="http://scribblearts.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt; (brand new blog - go take a peek!). We had a great time talking and admiring each other's knitting, and I hope to see both of them again sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Ann and Kay arrived and they were just as real and funny and sweet in person as their writing would suggest. We got to see glorious blankets, dishcloths, and my personal favorite, the wee baby Blu Jeans. So incredibly cute and so soft in Rowan Denim. As everyone was waiting in line, I sent up a basket of sugar cookies to properly fortify signers and signees alike. I waited until things thinned out a bit, then made my way up to the table. Ann gave me the warmest hug when she figured out who the heck I was. I laid out the Perfect Sweater, mentioned being chicken to finish the buttonholes, and got invited to the SlogAlong - which I will be joining. We all talked for a while (again, did I mention how nice Ann and Kay are? They're both just plain good people), then set off for dinner. Had some amazing pizza at Ken's Artisan Pizza, talked and talked and talked. Finally got everyone's name! Aside from the wonder twin powers of Ann and Kay there were Larissa of &lt;a href="http://larissmix.typepad.com/stitch_marker/"&gt;Stitch Marker&lt;/a&gt;, Jessica of &lt;a href="http://www.rose-kim.com/rose-kimknits/index.html"&gt;Rose-Kim Knits&lt;/a&gt;, Sarah of &lt;a href="http://www.cafemama.com/"&gt;Cafe Mama&lt;/a&gt; and Sarah of &lt;a href="http://www.clodia.org/journal/"&gt;Zeitgeist&lt;/a&gt;. I got home after ten (Sarah took pity and gave me a ride - thanks again so much!). Felt like summer break back in high school, between bumming a ride, hanging out and talking at a pizza place, and the whole summer camp feeling of meeting people from far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad Spring Break at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-758430339701587058?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/758430339701587058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=758430339701587058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/758430339701587058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/758430339701587058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-3666553282108100760</id><published>2007-03-19T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:32:13.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rf8o4QPzECI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NDZZcosDYLU/s1600-h/cast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rf8o4QPzECI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NDZZcosDYLU/s320/cast1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043795054577258530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, this feels so much better than the walking boot!* So slim, so soft, so light. The doctor adjusted my crutches so they should be much easier to walk on, too. This sucker will stay on for two weeks, at which point we find out if I can bear weight using the walking boot. In the meantime, no driving and no walking on this foot since the cast could break. To add to the general fun of things, the boys have Friday off and Spring break next week....so I will be at home, on crutches, with two wound up little ones. Ought to be entertaining, to say the least. I'm stocking up on craft supplies, movies, and alcohol (the latter is for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit cold, so I think I'll make a wee toe sock in Spring-ish colors. The cast needs some color, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Which I can be seen &lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/07/like-my-new-boot.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I must get more attractive footwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-3666553282108100760?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/3666553282108100760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=3666553282108100760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3666553282108100760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/3666553282108100760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/cast-on.html' title='Cast on'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rf8o4QPzECI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NDZZcosDYLU/s72-c/cast1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-374531006911274052</id><published>2007-03-18T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:08:14.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's broken</title><content type='html'>Woke up yesterday morning and realized that a week after falling my ankle and foot were still really swollen and bruised and noted that the pain didn't seem to be getting any better. Called my doctor's office, who recommended x-rays. So off to the local Urgent Care I went. Got three lovely pictures of my ankle bones, waited, then talked with a very nice Nurse Practitioner. Result? I have a "distal fibula fracture". In English, that means the outer bone on my ankle is broken. I was ordered to get right off that foot completely and use my crutches, which I'm now doing amidst much grumbling since my other foot isn't quite 100%, either. Ow. Tomorrow I'll get it casted and hopefully be back on my feet, at least somewhat. At least we have a very comfortable couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-374531006911274052?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/374531006911274052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=374531006911274052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/374531006911274052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/374531006911274052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-broken.html' title='It&apos;s broken'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-2553435835168390088</id><published>2007-03-16T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:25:49.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Still off my feet, for the most part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rfr5p9Pws_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IWYyOnHHtgY/s1600-h/naturaldye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rfr5p9Pws_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IWYyOnHHtgY/s320/naturaldye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042617232005313522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ankle is still very swollen and there's one huge bruise from my toes to several inches up my ankle (which actually looks rather like the yarn over there). If the skin there were yarn, it'd be one lovely sock. I'm thinking of it as temporary body art. I can walk on the ankle a little bit, though I look like a drunken sailor trying to use it at all. But I'm finally able to drive just a wee bit and I *can* get to the bathroom without crutches, so life is good. Looks like a really bad sprain that I'm babying by having it propped up most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as a celebration of my newly regained driving ability, I went to a dye and sock knitting class over at &lt;a href="http://www.abundantyarn.com/"&gt;Abundant Yarn and Dye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abundantyarn.com/"&gt;works&lt;/a&gt;. I already dyed my yarn a few weeks back with indigo (nasty smelling stuff, but really fun to use) and other natural colorants, so tonight was just knitting. They were having a fiber&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rfr5_tPwtBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MRYqfNVJAcw/s1600-h/naturaldye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rfr5_tPwtBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MRYqfNVJAcw/s200/naturaldye2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042617605667468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; festival, so the first thing my instructor said was, "do you want to walk around a bit and see all of the yarn?" Walk? No, not really so much. So she sent me over to find a table to sit at while we knitted. When I got over to the cafe tables, a grin spread over my face.We sat, knitting and talking, while soaking our feet in one of &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/jcondon11/index.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; for an hour and a half. Now that's my idea of heaven...or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Footopia&lt;/span&gt;. Ahhhh....need one of these at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tonight I'm leaving Dan and the boys to fend for themselves while I go galivanting off to dinner with a friend visiting from out of town. We're going to go &lt;a href="http://www.andinarestaurant.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; because they have a gluten free menu. Well, and also because the food there is delicious. Expensive, but delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-2553435835168390088?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/2553435835168390088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=2553435835168390088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2553435835168390088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2553435835168390088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-off-my-feet-for-most-part.html' title='Still off my feet, for the most part'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rfr5p9Pws_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IWYyOnHHtgY/s72-c/naturaldye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-4346694062570329159</id><published>2007-03-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:00:41.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get it</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a big day - no more bed rest, but more importantly I had the all clear to drive. Hooray! Sadly, I seemed to have caught whatever bug Arden and Dan got earlier this week, so I was tired and headache-y and miserable and remained on the couch for the most part. Last night Ryan decided he'd really like a new pair of socks, too, please, so I went upstairs to grab my tape measure so I could cast on. Got to the bottom step of the stairs and somehow inexplicably tripped and fell. Hard. Both feet twisted underneath me and a few choice words came out of my mouth that honestly could not be controlled at that moment. The boys looked on, agape, as Dan raced to get two bags of ice and place them on my ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tears stopped and things were throbbing slightly less, I started laughing hysterically. Dan looked at me, puzzled, until I threw my arms up to the sky and said, "OK! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get it!&lt;/span&gt; I'll rest, dammit." Subtle, very subtle. But then, sometimes I apparantly need a 2 x 4 to the head to slow down. Thankfully I kept the crutches, brace, and walking boot from when I pulled the tendon in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; ankle, so I'm using those for the time being. May take a trip to Urgent Care later today if I need to - waiting to see on that. But first and foremost, I'll be sitting on the couch with my feet up, feeling very silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And laughing just a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-4346694062570329159?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/4346694062570329159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=4346694062570329159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4346694062570329159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4346694062570329159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-get-it.html' title='I get it'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-9103505599157852379</id><published>2007-03-10T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:01:44.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>I hate Daylight Saving Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RfMbgNPws9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ob7Ws9ETawA/s1600-h/ardensocks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RfMbgNPws9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ob7Ws9ETawA/s320/ardensocks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040402648083248082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The concept of hours and minutes and days is pretty artificial to start with, I'll admit. But once we all agreed for the most part on what time it was, why mess with that twice a year? It's hard enough to get to bed at a reasonable hour without suddenly moving things up an hour. Grrr. But you know what I like even less? When someone decides, "hey, let's make the switch a few weeks early this year, just for the fun of it." Double grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finish Arden's socks and am feeling pretty decent today, so I can't complain much. But I'm still going to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-9103505599157852379?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/9103505599157852379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=9103505599157852379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/9103505599157852379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/9103505599157852379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-daylight-saving-time.html' title='I hate Daylight Saving Time'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RfMbgNPws9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ob7Ws9ETawA/s72-c/ardensocks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1955540621309531035</id><published>2007-03-09T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:41:58.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Hanging out on the couch, knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RfIa4tPws6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6qPbtLrUYLQ/s1600-h/ardensocks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RfIa4tPws6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6qPbtLrUYLQ/s320/ardensocks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040120494501704610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't been doing much else this week. Had some surgery on Tuesday (let's just say female issues and leave it at that) and I've been on bed rest since. Normally I can't stand not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; things, so I planned ahead by getting a good book to read, plenty of taped shows on TV, and some knitting to do. Arden picked out this bright Cherry Tree Hill Supersock in Dusk and decided he really, really wanted a pair of socks that he could wear with sneakers. No problem. I cast on Tuesday morning and stopped only when the anesthesiologist came in. "Let me finish this row" was I think the last thing I said before getting the happy juice and everything going all hazy. I've been sleeping and reading much more than I would have planned - really wiped out physically, but I still managed to finish one sock and am down to the heel on the second, which should be done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm healing up decently well, but sitting is less than comfortable right now. So more knitting and TV watching and lots of water and rest for the next few days. Once I finish the socks I'm on to start my sister's (not quite) Cobweb Crepe Shawl for real, since she gave the all clear on the Zephyr. Can't wait to get going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1955540621309531035?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1955540621309531035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1955540621309531035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1955540621309531035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1955540621309531035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/hanging-out-on-couch-knitting.html' title='Hanging out on the couch, knitting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RfIa4tPws6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6qPbtLrUYLQ/s72-c/ardensocks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-7401936773321406974</id><published>2007-03-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:23:29.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Tiny knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey6MG4HZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aIire7UfvDI/s1600-h/lshawl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey6MG4HZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aIire7UfvDI/s200/lshawl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038606800287918050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what else have I been up to? Lots of eensy tiny knitting. I laid out all the shawl patterns I could find for my sister, and finally she ended up choosing the &lt;a href="http://www.heirloom-knitting.co.uk/showcase5.html"&gt;Cobweb Crepe Shawl&lt;/a&gt; from Sharon Miller, found in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heirloom Knitting&lt;/span&gt; book. For some reason this doesn't seem to be a very popular pattern, or at least I haven't found much mention of it online. Not sure if that's because it calls for cobweb weight yarn or because it isn't quite as ornate as many of her other patterns. Anyway, I started knitting a wee sw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey6CG4HZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/mGhnA3-P4sw/s1600-h/lshawl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey6CG4HZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/mGhnA3-P4sw/s200/lshawl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038606628489226178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atch in the border pattern right away, simply to practice a bit. The picots are a bit fiddly, but it isn't bad to knit up at all. Then I ordered some cobweb weight wool over at &lt;a href="http://www.kpixie.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=3186"&gt;KPixie&lt;/a&gt;. This stuff was sooo incredibly fine and soft! I started knitting a small diagonal square and then picked up just two corners to work out how to start the wide border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was blown away with how ethereal and soft the yarn was. And with how easily it broke. I also noticed that the yarn was awfully deep beige/yellow, which normally wouldn't be any problem but wouldn't go well with my sister's diamond white wedding dress. You know, the whole reason for knitting the thing in the first place. I called my sister, explained that I was worried abo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey7VW4HaAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GfZZr3Nz-hE/s1600-h/smallestyarnball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey7VW4HaAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GfZZr3Nz-hE/s200/smallestyarnball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038608058713335810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut the color and gee, while we're at it, is this the kind of yarn you want since I have to order something else anyway? She decided a heavier, stronger yarn would be perfect. I sent off the cobweb swatch anyway, just so she could see how things would look with the pattern. Oh, and made the world's smallest ball of yarn for Arden who loves all things teensy :-) Meanwhile, I searched high and low for actual white laceweight yarn. Just about impossible to find, I'm guessing because bleach would be too damaging on fibers that fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey7gG4HaBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ntw_Y-brm9U/s1600-h/lshawl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey7gG4HaBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ntw_Y-brm9U/s200/lshawl3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038608243396929554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, I bought a cone of &lt;a href="http://www.sarahsyarns.com/JSZephyr.html"&gt;Jaggerspun Zephyr 2/18 laceweight&lt;/a&gt; in white. Once it arrived I saw that it's actually off-white as well, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;this will end up being perfect. I'll have to play with the size of the center section so the wrap doesn't end up too big, but it should be doable. And the Zephyr knits up so nicely! The silk really gives it strength, too - enough that I can't break the yarn by hand without a lot of work. I started knitting a much larger swatch (so large that Dan assumed I was knitting the actual shawl) so I could try out picking up the border on all sides and working on circulars. Not bad at all. I'll place the stitches on a holder for now and use it to practice working the border later. Now if I could only think of something useful to do with it later! Might need to make up a pillow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure if this off-white will get the all clear from my sister. I sent another swatch off and am waiting to hear back from her. She's not extremely picky, but this is the wedding she's been dreaming of for thirty-five years, so I'd like to give her something that makes her feel like a princess if I can. And having a bunch of Zephyr lying around can't be a bad thing, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, would anyone like 2000 yards of Shetland cobweb weight yarn? I only used a tiny bit, and it's so incredibly soft and airy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-7401936773321406974?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/7401936773321406974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=7401936773321406974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7401936773321406974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/7401936773321406974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiny-knitting.html' title='Tiny knitting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Rey6MG4HZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aIire7UfvDI/s72-c/lshawl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-83950786229102534</id><published>2007-03-02T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:05:12.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Reie0bzMbGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BQOFOv3pZJY/s1600-h/wrap4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Reie0bzMbGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BQOFOv3pZJY/s200/wrap4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037450806866766946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All right, I promised lots of pictures. Here's a good start. Back in December, my sister called to ask if I would be willing to make up a wrap for a friend of hers who was getting married in February. I answered back with a bunch of questions: what kind of thing did this friend want? How much was she planning on spending? What did the wedding dress look like? Most importantly, was she very picky? I had nightmares of a bride in California unhappy with every tiny thing I did and the nightmares that could possibly ensue. My sister assured me that her friend was very laid back and would be incredibly happy with anything I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the friend and tried to narrow things down a little bit. She sent me pictures of her dress (seen &lt;a href="http://alfredangelo.com/index.cfm/fuseAction/COLLECTIONS.productDetail/fromAdvancedSearch/0/productID/2039e191-e45b-4b44-bba1-6a2ac07f9712/categoryID/32e5a88c-cbf1-498f-afcf-dbfca138c5d3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and said she wanted something&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReiegbzMbFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YGif6QYOt24/s1600-h/wrap5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReiegbzMbFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YGif6QYOt24/s200/wrap5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037450463269383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; satin-ish with beading that hit around the waist. Off to the fabric store for swatches, since I couldn't really tell exactly what color the dress was via the link or her pictures. I found some likely candidates and sent them off so she could pick something that would work well. Meanwhile, I tried to see what the beading looked like on the dress so I could echo it somewhat. My sister came to the rescue here when she visited in January - we found the exact dress at a store, so I got a good look at it. Yay! That helped a lot when I went to design the pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted something that would coordinate with the dress and look similar in the detailing, so I took the vines and leaves pattern and started drawing. I used graph paper so the end result would be symmetrical and penciled in vines and drawing the individual beads until I liked the overall design. Then I stitched the sides of the wrap together and placed the pattern under one layer of fabric, tracing the lines with an air erase pen. I machine stitched over the lines with a silver thread veeeery slowly, since the thread snags and breaks very easily. I learned to use larger stitches and re-thread pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReifSrzMbII/AAAAAAAAAFU/S4xhl1W6JgE/s1600-h/wrap3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReifSrzMbII/AAAAAAAAAFU/S4xhl1W6JgE/s200/wrap3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037451326557809794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I started beading. Here's where I should mention that I've never done this kind of work before. I have sewn larger beads onto fabric and I've done cross stitch and needlepoint and all kinds of find hand sewing, but this was all new to me. When I went to the bead store I had no idea what the different beads were called or what to use to sew them on - all I knew was what was on the dress. The nice lady at the bead store walked me through finding the right kinds of tiny beeds (seed beads?), I learned that the crystal beads I wanted were "fire polished", and found out that freshwater pearls are actually not that expensive (good, because they really made the wrap). When I told her what I was attempting, she paused, then very carefully said "...well, that's quite ambitious" thinking, I'm sure, something more along the lines of "that woman is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beading took a long time and was very exacting. The needles used for beads this fine are unbelievably tiny - so small, the eye of the needle is barely large enough to fit the insanely narrow beading thread through. After a while I got the hang of threading the needles and got into a groove of following the silver stitching with a narrow&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReigbrzMbMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/toDeDXmFM00/s1600-h/wrap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReigbrzMbMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/toDeDXmFM00/s200/wrap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037452580688260290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; line of tiny beads, then adding a lone pearl in the center of each leaf. The pearls got double stitched as they are a bit heavy. I beaded and beaded and beaded, dipping my needle into a wee bowl of tiny silvery bits to gather up more as I went, until my distance eyesight would get a bit blurry. Lather, rinse, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was done (cue angel's voices here) and stitched up the ends of the wrap, then hand stitched the remaining opening. I ever so carefully ironed it, packed it in tissue, and sent it off, hoping the bride to be would like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went to the wedding and told me her friend loved the wrap. Evidently people kept coming up and commenting on it, and several people asked if my sister was going to get a wrap like it for *her* upcoming wedding. Well, no. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;making an heirloom lace shawl, which is just as cool and is exactly what my sister asked for (more on that later). But I noted a bit of regret in my sister's voice when she told me this, so I have something special planned as a bridal shower gift. More on that later, too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReifpLzMbKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gDIP0-NmNE4/s1600-h/wrap6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/ReifpLzMbKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gDIP0-NmNE4/s400/wrap6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037451713104866466" 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/14016382-83950786229102534?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/83950786229102534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=83950786229102534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/83950786229102534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/83950786229102534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/Reie0bzMbGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BQOFOv3pZJY/s72-c/wrap4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-9112160483982410186</id><published>2007-02-25T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:43:10.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long hiatus. Lots of things going on in the last two months - some fun and exciting, some difficult. I've had a couple of health issues to figure out and am clawing my way back out of a period of depression as well. I kept coming back to the blog, staring at it for a while, then not posting. No real reason, other than feeling bad that I hadn't posted for so long....which then led to more time away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine and have been busy knitting, sewing and crafting in the meantime. I'll have pictures up (many!) very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-9112160483982410186?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/9112160483982410186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=9112160483982410186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/9112160483982410186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/9112160483982410186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-4999770725597434407</id><published>2006-12-24T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:51:00.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>I finished all the cooking, the house is spiffed up enough for company, and the presents are wrapped. All that's left is to go over to my mother in law's house and have dinner, then hopefully get the boys to bed and curl up on the couch for a while with Dan. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had to try the online fortune cookie thing. Most appropriate, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellspacing="8"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/minicookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; My Fortune Cookie told me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/thefortunecookie.php"&gt;Get a cookie from Miss Fortune&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-4999770725597434407?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/4999770725597434407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=4999770725597434407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4999770725597434407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4999770725597434407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-4779099200581636503</id><published>2006-12-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:34:25.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking central</title><content type='html'>I love making Christmas dinner. Really, I love cooking any meal, but the more people and the more cooking involved, the happier I am. The problem is, I tend to do far too much at the last minute and end up exhausted by the time we all sit down to eat. This year, I'm trying to get ahead of the game by doing as much ahead of time as I possibly can. Yesterday, I went to pick up our roast. Today, I finished shopping and started in on preparations. Made mashed potatoes (I'll reheat carefully and add butter before serving), lentil soup, potato bread, creamed spinach, salad dressing, horseradish sauce, rum custard and sponge cake. All that's left to do is make a snack mix, assemble the breakfast strata, and then a few last minute things on Christmas day. That means I can spend tomorrow wrapping, knitting, reading a book, and generally relaxing. Tomorrow night we're having a "picnic" dinner on the floor at my mother in law's apartment, to celebrate my sister in law's arrival from San Jose. Should be fun, especially for the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm going very traditional. I'm actually copying the menu from our wedding at the &lt;a href="http://www.lawrysonline.com/fivecrowns_gen_info.asp"&gt;Five Crowns&lt;/a&gt; nine years ago. Doesn't sound very interesting, but if done well the combination is comforting and delicious. The trifle was a request from the boys for something creamy with cake and chocolate, and it should be perfect because it's even better made ahead. Needless to say, the rest of the week is going to be full of lighter fare and yoga on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the menu for Christmas day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple sausage and cheddar strata&lt;br /&gt;orange juice&lt;br /&gt;tea and hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiced nuts&lt;br /&gt;crudites and hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lentil soup (this came out really well - I used Puy lentils, lots of onion and garlic, bay leaves, and thyme)&lt;br /&gt;rustic potato bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed greens with Parmesan cheese, toasted walnuts and apple-parsley dressing&lt;br /&gt;standing rib roast au jus&lt;br /&gt;Yorkshire pudding&lt;br /&gt;horseradish cream&lt;br /&gt;mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;creamed spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston cream trifle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-4779099200581636503?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/4779099200581636503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=4779099200581636503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4779099200581636503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/4779099200581636503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/cooking-central.html' title='Cooking central'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-427139828029544135</id><published>2006-12-22T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:45:17.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Day five: Winter vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYyiaGg4gPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rAUMvM0tgP8/s1600-h/craft_day5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYyiaGg4gPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rAUMvM0tgP8/s200/craft_day5_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011559054665351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a run around and get last minute things done: trip to the auto club to renew our membership, off to the pet store to get a new collar for Tabby, and then a swing by the book store to get a gift certificate for my sister in law. After all the errands were finished, we made &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Popcorn-Balls-for-the-Birds"&gt;popcorn balls&lt;/a&gt; for the birds and critters outside. These didn't go as well as I would have hoped. The gelatin is supposed to dissolve into hot corn syrup and sugar, but it never did - the gelatin actually started turning&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYyhTGg4gOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IKVul6Q-Gbk/s1600-h/craft_day5_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYyhTGg4gOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IKVul6Q-Gbk/s320/craft_day5_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011557834894639330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; golden and contracting in on itself in the pan. Not good. So I scooped it out and tried blooming more gelatin in some hot water, then adding that to the sugar mixture and boiling for a few minutes to get the water out. In went the birdseed and some pine nuts for extra winter fat reserves, and then a quick mix with the popcorn. Ryan tried making balls for a little bit, but didn't like how everything stuck to his hands and stopped pretty quickly. Arden didn't want to touch the stuff at all, but watched me crank out popcorn balls. Then I grabbed a long, thick needle and thread and started stringing. Not easy - the needle kept getting stuck. Finally got one put together and hung it up on a tree outside, only to have the popcorn balls start slowly sliding off the thread. Ah, well. The seeds will be just as good to eat on the ground as they are on the tree, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan came home a bit early today, so we were all able to take a long bike ride around the neighborhood. I loved seeing holiday decorations and waving to everyone as we peddled on past. The boys are still figuring out how to stay a reasonable distance while hugging the side of the road (no sidewalks here), but thankfully there is little traffic anywhere nearby. When we all got home there were pink cheeks and slightly less energetic small folk, so our work was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was simple, but good. I used the rest of the ground beef from earlier this week and made hamburgers, adding a good measure of salt, pepper, and Worcherstershire sauce before I formed the patties. Then a good brown on each side to get a nice crust before being plopped onto a bun. We all piled slices of &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/hgtv/gl_plants_vegetables/article/0,1785,HGTV_3615_2014677,00.html"&gt;uglyripe&lt;/a&gt; tomatoes (which are absolutely delicious, if a bit odd looking), red onion, lettuce and toppings, then dove in. Oh, and paused long enough to grab some slaw to put on the side as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;his Wii! When I told him how I snuck out and waited in line, he was amazed at my sneakiness. Fortunately, I use my powers for good ;-) He's still configuring the game and reading the manual (swoon! I married a man who actually read the manual!), but it looks like we'll be playing tonight. The controller is seriously fun to use - it follows every movement your arm makes, and the controls are really, really easy to figure out. Even Arden was able to figure out how to work things. Much fun all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-427139828029544135?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/427139828029544135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=427139828029544135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/427139828029544135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/427139828029544135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-five-winter-break.html' title='Day five: Winter vacation'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYyiaGg4gPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rAUMvM0tgP8/s72-c/craft_day5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-425432873551345726</id><published>2006-12-21T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:45:01.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day four: Winter vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYsg42g4gJI/AAAAAAAAADo/dJv5eV45mjI/s1600-h/closet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYsg42g4gJI/AAAAAAAAADo/dJv5eV45mjI/s200/closet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011135171458007186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No special craft today. We were supposed to make mosaic pictures, but the boys had other ideas. Instead, they painted and tinkered with a gift box to make a "closet". Arden says they can put books and toys on the shelves. The sides are purple, the front doors "dark brown". Now we just need to figure out how to keep the doors closed when not being opened - this puzzle is keeping Arden quite busy, while Ryan is more into the painting process.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYshCmg4gKI/AAAAAAAAADw/HsnjXgOu8LY/s1600-h/closet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYshCmg4gKI/AAAAAAAAADw/HsnjXgOu8LY/s200/closet1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011135338961731746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went bowling today, something both boys have been incredibly excited to do all week. Forget that it's Dan's birthday...."today we get to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt;!!!" They each got new shoes (had to explain this part to Arden - he really wanted to keep his shoes on instead), then I showed them how to bowl. This is completely the blind leading the blind, since I am a pretty lousy bowler. Though I'll admit, bumpers make my game a lot better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner for the boys is ever so healthy and nutritious: McDonald's with Grandma. Since it's Dan's birthday, he got to choose dinner and he really wants to go to &lt;a href="http://www.pokpokpdx.com/"&gt;Pok Pok&lt;/a&gt;, a local Thai restaurant that is just incredibly good. Ryan was a bit upset that he couldn't go, and made me promise to bring him an order of fish sauce wings. Arden, however, was thrilled to get a chance to play with Grandma and scurried off without even looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hasn't seen his present yet. I ditched the microwave idea (visions of sudden power surges put a quick end to that), instead including a small note saying, "bet you want some graham crackers and chocolate to go with that, right?" Oh, he'll find a treat in the pantry, all right ;-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYshPmg4gLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z8c23nTCws0/s1600-h/wiiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYshPmg4gLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z8c23nTCws0/s400/wiiiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011135562300031154" 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/14016382-425432873551345726?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/425432873551345726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=425432873551345726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/425432873551345726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/425432873551345726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-four-winter-break.html' title='Day four: Winter vacation'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYsg42g4gJI/AAAAAAAAADo/dJv5eV45mjI/s72-c/closet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1435924169252146397</id><published>2006-12-20T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:42:34.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Day three: Winter vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYoUT2g4gGI/AAAAAAAAADE/icqwxB2t4pA/s1600-h/craft_day3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYoUT2g4gGI/AAAAAAAAADE/icqwxB2t4pA/s200/craft_day3_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010839866686603362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we made &lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/arts-and-crafts?page=CraftDisplay&amp;craftid=10748"&gt;ice lights&lt;/a&gt;. The directions call for leaving the molds outside to freeze, but it hasn't been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; that cold, at least not during the day, so into the freezer they went. It took several hours to get each layer set, and getting them out took a little longer than I would have thought, but they're just gorgeous all lit up. The boys both said, "whoa!" when we turned out the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYoUn2g4gII/AAAAAAAAADU/IR4DPzgN508/s1600-h/craft_day3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYoUn2g4gII/AAAAAAAAADU/IR4DPzgN508/s320/craft_day3_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010840210283987074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to our local library, conveniently located at the outermost edge of our local mall parking lot. I kid you not - I can go to the mall and the library all in one fell swoop. Of course, I hate shopping with a vengence, so when my car is headed in that direction, I'm usually in search of books for loan. Ryan picked out a book on pirates and a book on spies. Have to make a career choice sometime, I always say. Arden chose an I Spy book, perfect for late night viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's dinner was pizza and salad. The boys helped knead the dough and measure out ingredients for the sauce. Then Ryan helped cut up lettuce and cucumbers, and Arden poured the salad dressing. Both helped put the toppings on the pizza before I put it into the oven. Some Christmas cookies for dessert, and another day is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1435924169252146397?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1435924169252146397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1435924169252146397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1435924169252146397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1435924169252146397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-three-winter-vacation.html' title='Day three: Winter vacation'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYoUT2g4gGI/AAAAAAAAADE/icqwxB2t4pA/s72-c/craft_day3_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-2354385241247022256</id><published>2006-12-19T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:29:13.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Day two: Winter Vacation</title><content type='html'>We made the coolest &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-3D-Paper-Snowflake"&gt;three dime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-3D-Paper-Snowflake"&gt;nsiona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-3D-Paper-Snowflake"&gt;l snowflakes&lt;/a&gt;. I used plain &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYilmGg4gAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1n6pPVAmCPI/s1600-h/craft_day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYilmGg4gAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1n6pPVAmCPI/s200/craft_day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010436659451822082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;old printer paper, folded in half lengthwise. Then I folded each edge down to make a triangle to measure out each smaller square. The boys used bits of tape and staples to put them all together, and they came out so nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/"&gt;Oregon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYil1Gg4gBI/AAAAAAAAACE/f8AW4GzVR2E/s1600-h/orn_both1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYil1Gg4gBI/AAAAAAAAACE/f8AW4GzVR2E/s200/orn_both1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010436917149859858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/"&gt; Museum of Science and Industry&lt;/a&gt; - known as OMSI around these parts. We have a family membership to the children's museum back in Southern California that had a nice plus: it applied to all the other children's and science museums throughout the country. We go as often as we can, making the $75 membership more than worth it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYinOWg4gFI/AAAAAAAAACk/SZxBm4DEZUs/s1600-h/orn_both2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYinOWg4gFI/AAAAAAAAACk/SZxBm4DEZUs/s200/orn_both2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010438450453184594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've already seen the Star Wars exhibit (Ryan was on cloud nine the whole time), so we went quickly to the &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/visit/tech/exhibits.cfm"&gt;Innovation Station&lt;/a&gt; where the boys got to throw balls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; with impunity. This was Arden's favorite exhibit, bar none. We could have spent all day there. But Ryan had other plans. First the Physics lab, and then the &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/visit/chemistry/chemlab.cfm"&gt;Chemistry Lab&lt;/a&gt;, which he has now decided is the coolest place in the whole museum. Not sure if this is due to the protective glasses or the magnets and liquid nitrogen. I promised both boys that we'd go back with Dan next week when he has time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight was tacos. Ryan helped grind the meat (big sale on chuck a few weeks back, so I bought a few roasts and froze them), then I made the taco meat and cut up tomatoes, onions, and lettuce and shredded the cheese. Flour tortillas only needed warming up, and oranges got cut into easy to eat slices. Recipe for the taco meat (which could just as easily be made from ground turkey or even vegetable "crumbles", though I'd add a bit of fat to saute the onions and garlic) here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taco meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound lean ground beef&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 medium tomato, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon oregano&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon cumin&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon chili powder&lt;br /&gt;dash cayenne (good-sized dash)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;dash black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup kechup*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumble meat into a pan over medium - high heat. Add onions and garlic, and cook until meat lightly browned. Add spices and tomato, but not kechup yet. Continue to cook for 5 minutes or until tomatoes are disintegrated. Add kechup, stir, and cook for a few more minutes to let flavors meld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, I actually said kechup. No, this is not in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; way authentic. But it gives a nice bit of sweet/sour to the mix, and helps bind everything together so it's similar to fast food taco meat. Feel free to leave it out - the mix will be looser but still delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-2354385241247022256?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/2354385241247022256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=2354385241247022256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2354385241247022256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/2354385241247022256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-two-winter-vacation.html' title='Day two: Winter Vacation'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYilmGg4gAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1n6pPVAmCPI/s72-c/craft_day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-612986426532643931</id><published>2006-12-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:32:25.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Day one: Winter vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYg8mmg4f8I/AAAAAAAAABM/kwiDKMU9NlM/s1600-h/craft_day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYg8mmg4f8I/AAAAAAAAABM/kwiDKMU9NlM/s320/craft_day1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010321219320840130" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made &lt;a href="http://www.diynetwork.com/diy/shows_cds/article/0,2045,DIY_15079_2354664,00.html"&gt;ornaments&lt;/a&gt; (dodecahedrons! I love math) from construction paper. Used the lid from a vitamin bottle to make the millions and millions of circles (OK, there were only 40, bu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYg9EGg4f9I/AAAAAAAAABU/TCIGBYDa7pQ/s1600-h/orn_a_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYg9EGg4f9I/AAAAAAAAABU/TCIGBYDa7pQ/s200/orn_a_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010321726126981074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; like millions). The boys decorated each circle, then we started gluing them together. This was harder because all of the folds weren't exact. Also, had to let each section dry completely before putting it all together. I'd leave at least a few hours total for this project. Ryan decided his ornament needed googly eyes, while Arden added a "Texas" flag to his. Haven't a clue on either count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYg94mg4f_I/AAAAAAAAABw/fhm5WjfDn_o/s1600-h/orn_r_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYg94mg4f_I/AAAAAAAAABw/fhm5WjfDn_o/s200/orn_r_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010322628070113266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made whole grain waffles for dinner, topping them with vanilla yogurt, crushed raspberries, and toasted walnuts. Maple sausage on the side made Ryan a very, very happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went out driving to see Christmas lights around the neighborhood. There are some amazing displays - some beautiful, some "special", all worth a trip to find them. Makes me glad we're finally able to have some icicle lights on the front of a real house so we can add to the wonder a wee little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-612986426532643931?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/612986426532643931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=612986426532643931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/612986426532643931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/612986426532643931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-one-winter-vacation.html' title='Day one: Winter vacation'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYg8mmg4f8I/AAAAAAAAABM/kwiDKMU9NlM/s72-c/craft_day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-1868810098788454863</id><published>2006-12-17T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:37:23.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft and activity week</title><content type='html'>Both boys are off from school for the next two weeks. This is a bit of a problem, since Ryan has a really hard time when his schedule changes at all. It takes him a few weeks to readjust to any new schedule (like the rythmn of going to school five days a week, then suddenly being at home those same days), so breaks are just long enough to upset but unlike Summer, not long enough to adjust. Part and parcel of any kind of autism, and something we're trying to help him with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm trying to be proactive. I gathered up a bunch of crafts and activities to fill up each day, and assembled an extremely kid-friendly menu that the boys can help make each day. Then I made out a weekly calendar with every activity listed for each day so both boys would know what to expect. This week I'll be posting every day with the craft activity we did, describing the outing we went on, and giving the dinner menu that the boys helped with. If nothing else, that gives me something fun to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to add: tonight we kicked things off by making chicken and ginger siu mai, broccoli stir fried with garlic, and steamed rice. Ryan helped rinse the rice, combine all the filling ingredients, make the dipping sauce (soy sauce, rice vinegar, a bit of sugar and water, and some minced green onion), then stir fry the broccoli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-1868810098788454863?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/1868810098788454863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=1868810098788454863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1868810098788454863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/1868810098788454863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/craft-and-activity-week.html' title='Craft and activity week'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-6987204197425452396</id><published>2006-12-17T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:27:41.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiiiiiii!</title><content type='html'>Want to guess what I bought this morning? Got in line at Target at five thirty this morning, stomping my feet and rubbing hands together to keep warm. Damn, it was cold outside. At 7:00, they announced that there were 21 Wiis in stock and handed out tickets in line order. I wasn't at the very front, so I sweated a bit, wondering if I'd actually get one. Then the lady came up to me and handed me a ticket - number 21! I got the very last one, a fact that made me more happy because the two guys behind me hadn't been nice at all and were planning on selling their consoles on eBay (in contrast to the folks ahead of me, all parents trying to surprise their sons). She said to come back at 7:50, so we all wandered off to get warm. I went grocery shopping, since my excuse to Dan had been that I was planning on doing my shopping early this morning (that, and telling him he snored last night so getting out of bed wasn't suspicious). When I got back to the store there was another line of shoppers, all jubilant that they'd gotten to the front. Um, sorry folks, those of us who got here when it was still dark and literally freezing beat you to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee...I bought some holiday peeps to wrap and put under the tree til Dan's birthday on Thursday. I know he'll recognize the size and shape of the Wii box, so that's not getting wrapped. The peeps will have a note that says, "bet you want to put these in the microwave" (he loves torturing peeps). And in the oven, a brand spanking new Wii with a bow on top . Can't wait until his birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-6987204197425452396?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/6987204197425452396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=6987204197425452396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6987204197425452396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/6987204197425452396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/wiiiiiii.html' title='Wiiiiiii!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-519000602938760584</id><published>2006-12-15T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:41:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYMFfaoT_iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5tu-LCFdHQo/s1600-h/bush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYMFfaoT_iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5tu-LCFdHQo/s320/bush1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008853247848611362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's wrong with this picture? I opened my front door this morning, only to see an odd hole in the front border by the street. Took me a moment to realize something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the....the bush is gone! We had a huge storm last night with winds up to 45 miles per hour and up to an inch of rain per hour as well.  We lost power for about two hours, which was a great excuse to unpack the boxes labeled "fire" (yes, Dan shares my slightly twisted sense of humor!). Thankfully&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYMFyaoT_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZK-E_u8sJPI/s1600-h/bush2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYMFyaoT_jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZK-E_u8sJPI/s320/bush2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008853574266125874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the lights went out after the boys went to bed, as Ryan is very afraid of the dark. It was about time  for us to turn in, so no harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least so I thought until this morning. It's hard to tell from the picture, but that bush is almost five feet wide and about three feet tall. It ripped right out of the ground and rolled onto the lawn like a big tumbleweed...a green, heavy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt; tumbleweed, that is. Never liked that bush, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-519000602938760584?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/519000602938760584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=519000602938760584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/519000602938760584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/519000602938760584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the wind'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYMFfaoT_iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5tu-LCFdHQo/s72-c/bush1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-8236755293063736061</id><published>2006-12-14T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:51:59.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a plan</title><content type='html'>There are no Wiis to be found, other than eBay and Craigslist. However, it looks like most stores are getting shipments in that will be sold on Sunday. Target, Best Buy, Circuit City, Walmart, EB Games, GameStop, everybody will be selling at least a few consoles on the 17th. Emphasis on "a few". And this is the last big shopping day before Christmas and Chanukah, so everyone and their brother is going to be lining up and camping overnight to get one. I've called all around to find out what different stores are doing and how crazy things were when the Wii rolled out, and I have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a Target that's outside Portland, in a much less populated area. I'll get there at 5:00 am, knitting in hand and rain coat on as I wait for them to open at 8:00. They are going to take names of folks in line half an hour before the store opens, then let people in five at a time once the doors open, checking ID against that line list. This sounds a heck of a lot more reasonable than other stores where the mob all gets in at the same time and you hope you get to the front of the line. And the people at this store were helpful and flat out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;when I called - something I'm glad to reward with my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-8236755293063736061?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/8236755293063736061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=8236755293063736061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8236755293063736061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/8236755293063736061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-plan.html' title='I have a plan'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-5621965122040694259</id><published>2006-12-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:10:08.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Slightly finished object</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYDVSqoT_fI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YQz03cBFAHw/s1600-h/glove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYDVSqoT_fI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YQz03cBFAHw/s400/glove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008237302293724658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been baking up a mad storm (just finished using up four pounds of butter...and I need more) and decorating and volunteering at the boys' school and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;trying to get my hot little hands on a Wii. In the meantime, I managed to finish up one half of that mystery project. This is yarn I got in the Dye O Rama swap from the incredibly talented Kate of &lt;a href="http://k8knits.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;k8knits&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted to do something special with it and set it aside for a while, pondering. Finally decided on fingerless gloves with the same edging as "Sideways Socks Supreme" from my ever trusty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Socks, Socks, Socks&lt;/span&gt; book. Figuring out how to get the edging to work as a mirror image took a bit of fiddling. I offset the two edgings by one row so the decreases that make up each point would work out properly. Did a provisional cast on, knit until it fit around my wrist, added some extra short rows where my forearm gets a little bit wider, then grafted up to the bottom of my thumb. Then I picked up stitches as I knitted up the thumb gusset, finishing it off in the round with seed stitch to echo the side to side pattern in the arm. I love this glove - the colors are beautiful, it fits perfectly, it's warm, and the edging makes it somehow romantic and different and unique. One more, and I 'm all set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-5621965122040694259?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/5621965122040694259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=5621965122040694259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/5621965122040694259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/5621965122040694259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/slightly-finished-object.html' title='Slightly finished object'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aiZmM-BZKMc/RYDVSqoT_fI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YQz03cBFAHw/s72-c/glove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116544348228653338</id><published>2006-12-06T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:52:10.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh....be vewy quiet....</title><content type='html'>I'm hunting &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wii"&gt;Wii&lt;/a&gt;s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hopelessly, desperately wants one for his birthday. Or Christmas. Since the birthday is all of four days before Christmas, these two dates are essentially the same. These suckers are almost impossible to find (except on eBay for almost double the retail price), but he's so hard to shop for and he really wants one. So I'm combing &lt;a href="http://www.nowinstock.net/wii/index.php?set_alerts=1"&gt;trackers&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://slickdeals.net/"&gt;Slickdeals&lt;/a&gt; and calling every store I can think of every morning, hoping to score. He doesn't want any bells or whistles (or sports games - not into sports at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;), so you'd think this might get a little bit easier. Nope, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm more than happy to find one if it takes camping out in front of Best Buy and calling all over town every day until I get one. Dan is my favorite person in the whole world, and there isn't a lot I wouldn't do for him. Especially today, nine years after we first put on those shiny gold bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him even when he wants impossible things. I'm pretty good at impossible :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116544348228653338?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116544348228653338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116544348228653338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116544348228653338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116544348228653338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/12/shhhhbe-vewy-quiet.html' title='Shhhh....be vewy quiet....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116484929247323838</id><published>2006-11-29T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:10:26.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly menu'/><title type='text'>Weekly menu</title><content type='html'>This week has been all about leftovers. Sounds like a lot of turkey, doesn't it? But it was all so good that stretching it out to last has been really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Turkey shepherd's pie, salad (turkey meat, gravy, broth, and cooked vegetables with mashed potatoes over the top and baked til golden), glazed carrots&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Turkey stuffing bake (spoon stuffing into a baking dish, cover with sliced turkey, pour gravy over the top and bake, covered, until hot), leftover green beans&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Turkey and sausage gumbo with rice&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chicken stir fry, broccoli with garlic, and steamed rice&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Cheese pizza, salad&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pho (asian beef broth with noodles, fresh herbs, and thinly sliced beef on top)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Scrambled eggs, toast, mixed fruit&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116484929247323838?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116484929247323838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116484929247323838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116484929247323838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116484929247323838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekly-menu_29.html' title='Weekly menu'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116473608875282584</id><published>2006-11-28T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:44:29.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nice present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/1snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/400/1snow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I saw out my front door this morning: snow! Now something we ever saw back in Southern California, and something that only happens here every once in a while, just enough to make it exciting and special. I love how everything looks like it was dusted with powdered sugar, how every surface is dappled with white. I love watching the flakes come softly to the ground, the tiny specks and the denser clumps where snowflakes have come together. In all my 38 years, I have never seen it snow on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best birthday present I could have gotten. Well, aside from &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/photoshopelwin/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, which I plan on playing with all day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116473608875282584?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116473608875282584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116473608875282584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116473608875282584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116473608875282584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-nice-present.html' title='What a nice present'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116459998485337304</id><published>2006-11-26T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:49:02.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another big grin</title><content type='html'>My baby sister is getting married. OK, she's all of thirty five now, but she'll always be the one I tricked into eating a pillbug and the one who shared all of my dearest secrets when we were growing up. I'm beyond happy for her - her guy is really, really good for her and they love each other dearly and well. He called my dad this morning to ask for her hand, and I got a call soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, does anyone have suggestions on a really amazing lace shawl I could knit up for her? I'd like to do something really special, something that takes a lot of time and energy, since I can't be there while she plans and worries about the wedding. So I'm going to work all the love and good wishes I can into this shawl. The longer it takes, the more attention it needs, the more I'll be able to focus on her upcoming wedding from afar. I'll be there on the big day, but in the meantime I want something to cluck over like the big sis that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116459998485337304?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116459998485337304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116459998485337304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116459998485337304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116459998485337304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-big-grin.html' title='Another big grin'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116450165305547521</id><published>2006-11-25T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:40:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6710/79/1600/761861/1sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6710/79/400/380006/1sky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. I want to hang that on my wall. Good thing it's right out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116450165305547521?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116450165305547521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116450165305547521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116450165305547521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116450165305547521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-sky.html' title='Saturday sky'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116450050105839637</id><published>2006-11-25T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:03:23.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>It's not even Sunday, and already I'm exhausted! So much done and so much more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have been home since Wednesday (no school the day before Thanksgiving). I spent that day getting the house in reasonable shape and getting things cooked for the next day. We went to a potluck dinner at my cousin's wife's parents house, along with her sister and sister's daughter. Made mashed potatoes, cranberry jezebel sauce, and rolls to take along. Dinner wasn't the best or the worst I've had, though it was easy to just have one plate full. The boys had a wonderful time with their (second? first, once removed? What do you call the children of your cousin?) cousins, making up all kinds of games and generally chasing around the house. Arden was transfixed with the doll house they had set up and spent hours arranging the furniture and people inside. Little does he know we're getting him &lt;a href="http://www.kbtoys.com/genProduct.html/PID/4729613/ctid/17/INstock/Y/D?_e=4568d&amp;_v=4568D8C51SQEa5B709A46A30"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas. Shhhhh! Really enjoyed seeing everyone. I managed to pull one of the younger ones over to the dark side of Continental knitting - she'd been eyeing me as I worked and decided that looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;easier than English style. We all trundled home in the rain, sleepy eyed and full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my own turkey dinner. I bought a small, organic, free-range turkey and all organic and mostly local ingredients. I love that we were able to afford to do this and that it is so possible in this area. The turkey was amazing roasted - golden, crisp skin with the most amazing smell filling the house. The gravy was some of the best I've ever had. Made stuffing in the crock pot for the first time, and it was incredible - doing that again next year! We had the freshest, greenest green beans with nutmeg along with everything else. Ryan tried the Jezebel sauce and declared it delicious. Martinelli's all around, much to the delight of the boys. It was nice having our own little feast, just the four of us. We toasted to our first Thanksgiving in Oregon, the first of many to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also spent buying trees. Wanted to get some fruit trees in the ground while the soil is still moist and easier to dig, before it gets really cold. Dan and I found a lovely Cox Orange Pippin apple, an asian pear that was trained to espalier with two varieties of pear on it, and a lemon tree. We wanted a Fuji apple as well, but they won't come in until early February. I'd also like a peach tree, but that'll wait until Spring. Today was spent figuring out where the trees should go, digging holes, trimming back shrubs and trees to make room, and hacking out a 10 x 10 foot space in the corner of the yard. That last bit was more to make a play area for the boys than to make space for the trees, but it really does make the yard look nicer. Also dug up and started an asparagus bed over on the side of the house. Lots and lots and lots of work. Good work! I loved lopping off all the branches and breathing that crisp air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a huge pile of branches. Dan's thought: we should get an outdoor fire pit. 'Cause you know, then we could burn things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116450050105839637?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116450050105839637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116450050105839637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116450050105839637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116450050105839637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116399564093652942</id><published>2006-11-19T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:29:00.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly menu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Weekly menu, recipes, and a few pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/catbed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/catbed2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;Tabby likes her new bed. At least, this is where I'm finding her most of the time now, usually curled up against the side of the bed, blissed out asleep. Wish I'd made the sides a little taller and the rest a bit smaller - might toss this in the washer again and see if I can reshape it. But definitely a success. It warms my heart to see her so comfortable and happy, especially since I was able to help her feel so good. Warm fuzzies all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/closeup.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/200/closeup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This over on the right is a really bad picture of something new I started. I used some of the sock yarn that I got in the DyeORama swap that's been waiting ever so patiently to be used for something special. Thought of something I actually need and want, did some figuring, cast on, and I'm beyond happy with the results so far. Too bad my camera disagrees! Anyone want to guess what I'm working on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the menu for this week, followed by two comfort food recipes that should be perfect for colder weather. I'm not hosting Thanksgiving for the first time in many, many years, which makes me a bit sad since I love all the planning, cooking, and arranging. Well, more to the point: I love having people come over and eat my food! This year, we'll be going to a pot luck T-day with my cousin and his wife and her family. I'm doing a small turkey meal the next day so we can have all of our favorites and leftovers to pick at (isn't that the most important part of Thanksgiving? Stuffing to pick at the next day?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potaju - a simple soup with vegetables and bacon I got from a Japanese cookbook - recipe to follow, fresh bread (extra for stuffing on Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Channa dal with herbs and garlic, basmati rice, cauliflower with mustard seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three cheese pizza (mozzarella, parmesan and romano), salad (I make pizza dough constantly, freezing half once the dough is frozen. This leaves another batch of dough ready at any time I want to make pizza without extra work. I make the sauce, too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grilled chicken, sauteed cabbage with garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanksgiving day - I'm bringing my &lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-thanksgiving-and-still-cooking.html"&gt;Grandma's rolls&lt;/a&gt; (these are so good! I'm making 2 batches, 64 total, so we'll have enough left over), mashed potatoes, and &lt;a href="http://www.cookingcache.com/dips/cranberryjezebelsauce.shtml"&gt;Cranberry Jezebel Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our own T-day spread: roast turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, green beans wtih nutmeg and walnuts, some of the rolls, some of the Jezebel sauce, Martinelli's and wine, and Tirimisu (this was at the request of both boys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leftover feast pickings the next day :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And now, recipes. Both for warming, comfort in a spoon of one sort or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potaju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a soup recipe I got from a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese Country Cookbook. &lt;/span&gt;It was interesting to find that this is considered a Japanese dish, even the name (which surely comes from the French potage). Any way you look at it, it's warm and simple and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 0z. bacon or fatty ham (can use a little more if you like), sliced into bite sized bits&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;6 cups water&lt;br /&gt;4 medium potatoes, peeled and chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 carrots, peeled and diced&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste (give it a good bit of pepper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute bacon or ham in a large pot over medium heat until most of the fat has separated. You don't want the bacon or ham to crisp. Add onion and saute until transparent. Add water slowly so it doesn't splatter. Bring to a boil, then turn down to a simmer and cook for 20 minutes or so. Add potatoes and cook until potatoes have come apart, around 30 minutes. Add carrots, salt and pepper and cimmer until carrots are soft. You can serve the soup as is, or mash the vegetables a bit to thicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conjee (or Jook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is comfort food at it's simplest and best. Rice is cooked in a lot of water until it forms a thick, delicately flavored soup, perfect for topping with just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup short or medium grain rice&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;salt to taste (I use around 1 tsp.)&lt;br /&gt;ginger, grated fine - optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash the rice until the water runs clear. Combine with water and salt (this isn't traditional, but I like it) in a heavy pot, then bring to a boil. Turn down to a simmer, cover, and cook for at least an hour, though two is better. If you like, add some ginger to the rice before it cooks to add a bit of flavor and comfort to anyone with an upset stomach. Once the congee is ready, you can eat it plain or top with any number of things. Leftover meats or fish go well here. A splash of sesame oil, soy sauce, and some green onion is good. Shot of hot sauce can be nice. Vegetables are nice on top, or you can add them to the congee as it cooks so they end up tender at the end. Play with this until you find your own favorites - congee is a wonderful blank canvas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116399564093652942?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116399564093652942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116399564093652942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116399564093652942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116399564093652942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekly-menu-recipes-and-few-pictures.html' title='Weekly menu, recipes, and a few pictures'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116364796676030935</id><published>2006-11-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:29:32.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly menu'/><title type='text'>Weekly Menu</title><content type='html'>Saturday found me sick. Very sick. Lay on the couch, hacking up a lung sick. But the menu needed to get made, so I tried to plan things that were easy and that might appeal to me and Dan (starting to get sick) and the boys (on the fringes of sick). Nothing exciting or brain bending this week, no new recipes or challenges, just comfort food on the quick. (note - I'm feeling mostly better now, but was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; glad for the simpler meals so far this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leftover pork with chipotle, cabbage slaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrambled eggs, bacon, sliced oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black bean burritos, sauteed corn (I just cook frozen corn in a pan with butter, salt and pepper until it gets a bit caramelized at the edges - really good and easy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congee with chicken and bok choy (lots of ginger in this, for upset stomachs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken stir fry with broccoli, steamed rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rice Stuff" (Dan's specialty: chicken in a spicy peanut sauce that is the ultimate comfort food), stir-fried greens with garlic, more steamed rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TJs easy meal - here I just wandered Trader Joe's, looking for something super simple. Ended up with 4 cheese ravioli that I tossed with caramelized onions in lots of butter, along with some frozen "vegetable melange" with herbed butter. Ahhh, butter.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116364796676030935?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116364796676030935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116364796676030935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116364796676030935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116364796676030935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekly-menu.html' title='Weekly Menu'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116355267442036778</id><published>2006-11-14T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:30:02.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Random Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/dye1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/dye1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, some more dyeing. I wanted something special to gift to &lt;a href="http://finallywakingup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; when she got here, so I looked through her gallery to find the most likely colors. Orange, green, and pink it was! This turned out a wee bit brighter than I'd intended, so I offered to overdye in a smidge of brown to dull the colors a little, but Anna swore she loved it as is, so I left it like that. Als&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/carrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/carrot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o notice another project in this picture - home grown tomatoes that I picked before frost hits. They are ripening on the table, making a really nice edible centerpiece. The riper ones went into a marinara last week, which was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, another something from the garden: my first carrot! There's something mysterious about pulling a root vegetable from the ground - will it be long, thin, thick, colorful? No way of knowing until it's out of the ground. Each time I pick one, it's an adventure. So f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/catbed1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/catbed1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ar, the carrots are crunchy and sweet and Ryan has taken to picking them when he feels like a snack. Score one for mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a cat bed for Tabby. Since the surgery, I've really wanted to do something that would help her feel better physically. It's been getting colder here lately, and she doesn't really have any insulation to speak of (unlike he&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/calendar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r owner), so I figured a cat bed would be perfect. I used some Patons Classic wool, doubled, and some Cascade 128 that I bought at half price last week. My own pattern, not felted yet. As soon as I laid it on the floor, she came over to sniff, so I'm thinking it will probably go over well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, a calender picture for &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/calendar.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22margin:%200pt%200pt%2010px%2010px;%20float:%20left;%20cursor:%20pointer;%22%20src=%22http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/calendar.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;. Also a bit for me, as well. You can't see it, but there are red letters on the 28th. Won't say what they are for, but I will mention that I was born on Thanksgiving day a few decades ago. The real fun of that comes every 4th or 7th year, when my birthday actually falls on Thanksgiving. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;when that happens - cooking, people I love all around, and a big meal that I can plan for and cook? My idea of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116355267442036778?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116355267442036778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116355267442036778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116355267442036778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116355267442036778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-tuesday.html' title='Random Tuesday'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116294464727592516</id><published>2006-11-07T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:30:24.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly menu'/><title type='text'>Weekly Menus</title><content type='html'>Last week was incredibly busy, so no time to post the menu. Had friends from out of town visiting for three nights - &lt;a href="http://finallywakingup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; and her husband came out to take a closer look at Portland, and we all had a wonderful time. This meant lots of running around and getting things in order. Plus a special meal while they were here. I did have a menu planned out, however, so I figure I'll just add it to this weeks and do two weeks at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sesame noodles, stir fried nappa cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildoats.com/u/recipedetail11121/"&gt;Ooey Gooey Witches Fingers&lt;/a&gt;, salad from the garden (the fingers were a HUGE hit on Halloween, using half a string cheese per "finger")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Cheese omelets, home fries, sliced apple (breakfast for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Spiced red lentil soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fried rice with egg and vegetables (this is a great clean out the refrigerator meal)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Vegan dim sum: scallion cakes, tofu siu mai (the filling on these was wonderful, but the wrappers didn't steam properly), curry puffs, bok choy with garlic (from the garden), sticky rice, and coconut ice cream with ginger and lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fast Food - not on the list, but I was out late enough Sunday night that we decided to just go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2005/08/b-is-for-broccoli.html"&gt;Pasta with broccoli &lt;/a&gt;(fast, easy, and an entire meal)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dal with garlic and cumin, carrot salad with mustard seeds, basmati rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vegetable soup, grilled cheese sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken curry, more basmati rice, sliced pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potstickers, stir fried asparagus, steamed rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaghetti with marinara sauce (made from the last of our tomatoes), salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pork with chipotle, roasted tomatoes and red peppers, arroz rojo, corn tortillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;I'll be back with a full report of Anna's visit very soon, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116294464727592516?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116294464727592516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116294464727592516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116294464727592516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116294464727592516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekly-menus.html' title='Weekly Menus'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116235631219294750</id><published>2006-10-31T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:31:10.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/halloween06_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/halloween06_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I've been a bit absent in blogging. Busy, busy week here with Special Education meetings, evaluations, much last minute sewing, and getting the house ready for guests. At least I was able to finish Arden's Pirate costume in time. He loved every detail, from the jabot down to the fake boot covers to the hat (which he wears all the time right now). Ryan opted for a Harry Potter look with no scar ("too scary") and had a blast waving his wand around at anyone nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treaters were everywhere tonight. Grown-ups huddled together at the end of each driveway, waiting for excited ghosts and princesses and zomb&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/1dollar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/200/1dollar.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ies to get their candy. One house was covered in orange lights, spiderwebs, gravestones, and ghosts. At another house, a man had a telescope out and helped each child take a look at the stars. But I think the best treat tonight may well have been this tiny bit of paper that the boys barely noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116235631219294750?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116235631219294750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116235631219294750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116235631219294750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116235631219294750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116157632177950635</id><published>2006-10-22T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:31:31.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly menu'/><title type='text'>Weekly Menu</title><content type='html'>Full disclosure - the gumbo didn't get made last week at all. This happens sometimes - when life gets really crazy I'll grab something easy out of the pantry or we'll (gasp!) go do fast food one night. But I still had all the ingredients on hand, so I made gumbo tonight. Also baked two loaves of potato bread. This week is going to be really hectic, so I planned in leftovers, sandwiches, congee (basically just rice with a lot of water, cooked for an hour, with toppings), and pizza (another easy, made it lots of times meal for me). I picked a bunch of tomatoes from the lone plant we got into the ground after we moved, and figured I'd plan them into the menu to take advantage of them and use them up in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gumbo (from &lt;a href="http://recipes.egullet.org/recipes/r1186.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recipe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leftover Gumbo (we have parent/teacher conferences tomorrow night for both boys with a whopping 40 minutes in between, giving just enough time to drive home and eat leftovers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLTs with potato bread and tomatoes from our garden, salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vegetarian siu mai, stir fried nappa cabbage with garlic, steamed rice (the siu mai is a new recipe that hopefully will be perfect for a friend who will be visiting soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congee with bok choy&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beef stew (making enough to take a dinner to my cousin's family as his wife will be having back surgery on Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pizza with more of the tomatoes, salad&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116157632177950635?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116157632177950635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116157632177950635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116157632177950635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116157632177950635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekly-menu_22.html' title='Weekly Menu'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116139226816650524</id><published>2006-10-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:31:55.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Twist and shout</title><content type='html'>What is this, you ask? Some sort of mutant lingere? A cute, fuzzy upside down heart? Perhaps the start of a very large, yet to be felted &lt;a href="http://knitlikeapirate.com/projects/tricorn.html"&gt;pirate hat&lt;/a&gt;? Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner here. I managed to twist 150 stitches and somehow not notice this fact until I had knit the first ten rows...twice. Dan asked for off white "fluffy stuff" at the edge, so I oblidged and bought some Fun Fur and cast on. Got into the non fluffy part of the pattern and started to worry that the fringe would be too thin, so I quickly knitted up a sample and felted it. Yep, way too thin. Frogged the whole mess and began again, this time carrying three strands instead of two. Perfect. Sigh. Oh, wait, something's wrong here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/danhat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/danhat1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flat out refused to rip out all of this AGAIN and set it aside overnight, glaring at the fun fur as I stowed it in a dark corner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad &lt;/span&gt;yarn. No donut for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait. I have a sewing machine. I could steek this sucker! People steek every day and come out completely unscathed and sane. This was going to get felted anyway, so nothing should show in the end. If worse came to worse, I'd just have to start over. Nothing to lose. So I gritted my teeth and started to sew. Sewing is easy. I do that all the time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/danhat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/danhat2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what about the cutting&lt;/span&gt;??? Please excuse the blurriness of this picture. I believe my hands were shaking just a wee bit. Nerves. Cutting knitted yarn on purpose just seems so....wrong, so horrible, I had a hard time keeping my hand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/danhat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/danhat3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, there's no turning back now, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/danhat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/danhat4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I untwisted the yarn, grabbed a needle and black thread, and whipstitched the ends back together. You can just barely see where the ends meet in the middle of the picture above. Not a chance it'll show once everything is felted. And now I have technically steeked, albeit not exactly on purpose. I've steeked and lived to tell the tale and didn't have to frog over a thousand stitches. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/danhat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/danhat5.jpg" alt="" 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/14016382-116139226816650524?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116139226816650524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116139226816650524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116139226816650524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116139226816650524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/twist-and-shout.html' title='Twist and shout'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116114516042499615</id><published>2006-10-17T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:32:23.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Red scarf at night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/redscarf1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/redscarf1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally finished up my first &lt;a href="http://nownormaknits2.typepad.com/red_scarf_project_2007/"&gt;red scarf&lt;/a&gt;. No pictures draped luxuriously across pretty foliage - you'll have to make due with one of my ever patient Dan, who laughed at me the whole time I was trying to take this picture. "Should I try to look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saay-a-xy&lt;/span&gt;? Does this make my butt look big?" Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share the pattern I came up with (though honestly, it's barely a pattern at all, more of an anti-pattern, really):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/redscarf2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/200/redscarf2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take it Easy Scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn&lt;/span&gt;: I used Patons Classic Wool in Bright Red, 1 1/2 skeins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needles&lt;/span&gt;: I used US size 8s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finished Size&lt;/span&gt;: My scarf ended up a little over 60 inches in length and about 6 1/2 inches wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast on 30 stitches (add or subtract groups of 6 stitches to make it wider or narrower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First row&lt;/span&gt;: (K3, P3), repeat to the end of the row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat this row until you're bored, until the next commercial, until you hear "stop looking at me!" from your little ones, or until you think it's time to do something different. Then, move on to the second row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second row&lt;/span&gt;: (P3, K3), repeat to the end of the row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat this row as long as you like. Then switch again. Keep alternating these two rows however you like until the scarf is as long as you want it. Cast off however you like. Fringe, or don't. It's all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116114516042499615?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116114516042499615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116114516042499615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116114516042499615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116114516042499615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-scarf-at-night.html' title='Red scarf at night....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116104036032613850</id><published>2006-10-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:32:53.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly menu'/><title type='text'>Weekly Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/1list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/1list.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every week I sit sit down, usually with a big cup of milky tea, and figure out what the heck we're going to eat for the next seven days. Sometimes I enjoy the process, sometimes it's the very last thing I want to do, but it always ends up getting done one way or the other. I love how much money I save by getting everything needed for a meal all at once. I love the lack of waste, since I don't buy anything extra that isn't going to be used during the week. But most of all, I love not having to think on days that are long and hard, knowing that dinner is all planned out and I won't have to figure out what on earth to make at 5:00 when I'm starting to get hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a cue from my friend &lt;a href="http://foodmomiac.typepad.com/foodmomiac/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt;, I'm going to post my menu here each week. Not promising anything extraordinary or too exciting - this is food for a family with small children done on a budget. Hope you find something interesting here, or at least get an idea of what to make for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't assign days to any of the meals I plan. It's too hard to know if today is going to be a really late day for Dan, or my oldest will melt down completely in the afternoon and need constant attention (gotta love Aspergers!) or if life will somehow get in the way of that stew that takes four hours to cook. I take it one day at a time and pick whichever meal seems to make the most sense. I also plan in several fast and easy meals (usually ones I've made many times and can do in my sleep) for days that seem to have no extra time at all. Like, oh, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our menu this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots (I've got a whole chicken in the freezer and felt like comfort food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken and sausage gumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried rice, stir fried greens with garlic - this one is really fast and a great way to use up leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoisin chicken buns, steamed rice, bok choy with oyster sauce (the buns are made with the leftover chicken from the roast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megadarra (lentils and rice with caramelized onions), mashed zucchini with onions, garlic and mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken and broccoli stir fry, steamed rice - also quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multigrain pancakes, sausage, cinnamon apples, and yogurt (I often do breakfast for dinner - cheap, appealing to the boys, nutritious, and easy to make)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;One last thing. I can't wait to see the first episode of &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_dc"&gt;The Hungry Detective&lt;/a&gt; on the Food Network tomorrow night! I met Chris Cognac a while back through some of my food-loving friends, and he's one of the nicest and most fun to be around people I've ever met. It's sure to be a great show, so check it out if you get a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116104036032613850?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116104036032613850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116104036032613850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116104036032613850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116104036032613850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekly-menu.html' title='Weekly Menu'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116049922176593071</id><published>2006-10-10T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:43:51.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Time to finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/perfectsweater1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/perfectsweater1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What on earth is in that bag up on the highest shelf over there? Can't quite make out the label....oh, wait, yes I can. That's the &lt;a href="http://www.masondixonknitting.com/archives/images/PerfectSweater100906.pdf"&gt;Perfect Sweater&lt;/a&gt; I've been carefully avoiding for the past few months. Sigh. I got right to the point of making the buttonholes when I chickened out, stuffed it into a bag, and started packing up boxes instead of finishing i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/perfectsweater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/perfectsweater2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t. With all the moving chaos I just haven't had the brain cells to rub together to work it all out, so off into a bag it all went - yarn, almost finished sweater, swatch, buttons, and notes. Now that the pattern is finished there's no excuses left. Besides, it's cold here and I could really use a sweater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All laid out there's hardly anything left to do. Just knit up the right front and finish the neckline. My sweater is a big longer than the general pattern, since I wanted something to cover my slightly more generous than average hips. I'm going to add patch pockets in front as well to give a good place to keep hands warm. I'm getting excited. The finish line is almost in sight!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116049922176593071?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116049922176593071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116049922176593071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116049922176593071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116049922176593071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-to-finish.html' title='Time to finish'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-116018013308120049</id><published>2006-10-06T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:34:07.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Had a small party today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/tea%20party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/tea%20party2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emphasis on the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;. Arden has really been getting into the whole concept of a tea party lately. He's had me making utensils out of pipe cleaner, made a table and matching chairs out of Legos for all of his friends, and wants to invite the whole Kindergarten class to tea. Figured it was about time he got an honest to goodness tea set of his very own. To the left, you see his honored guest, "my friend". Arden conferred&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/tea%20party3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/tea%20party3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very seriously with him about the menu, how the plates and cups should be arranged, and what they should have to drink. It was adorable to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we set up the food. I cut "eensy tiny" cubes of cheese and found a cocoa lid that was the right size for a tray. Then I rolled a slice of bread until it was thin, spread it with butter, sprinkled cinnamon sugar, rolled it up and sliced, making cinnamon rolls. Arden and his friend decided on chocolate milk, so that went into the tea pot (which actually pours!). I can't get over how incredibly small everything is - look at the siz&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/tea%20party4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/tea%20party4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e of the fork Arden is holding! The tea set and ideas came from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1591740924/ref=pd_rvi_gw_1/002-6069865-5554448?ie=UTF8"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; book - much fun, and I love the whole series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small update on Tabby. The labs came back positive for cancer. Tabby had a hemangiosarcoma, a cancer of the blood vessels. This kind of cancer is rare in cats, but it often recurs in the same spot. She had some bruised looking areas near the tumor which may mean spreading, but we just don't know. So I'll be watching the area where the tumor was very carefully to see if anything comes back. The life expectancy post surgery is about 11 months, so it's a waiting game for now. I'm glad she got the surgery - she's much more comfortable, and if nothing else it bought her a bit more time. Not so great news, but better than hearing that she had something aggressive and fast growing. For now, I'm going to treat Tabby like a queen and get in all the snuggling I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-116018013308120049?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/116018013308120049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=116018013308120049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116018013308120049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/116018013308120049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-small-party-today.html' title='Had a small party today'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115997953233631364</id><published>2006-10-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:32:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabby's home</title><content type='html'>I picked her up yesterday after she spent the night at the animal hospital. Several of the techs commented on how grouchy she was....yep, that's my cat. I swear, if she were a person she'd be a 40s film star flashing a cigarette in a holder and keeping away from the "common" folk. She has attitude to spare, even at 16 years old. Anyway, the surgery went well. They removed the tumor, which looked pretty nasty (I'll spare you the details - suffice it to say, it would have made good Halloween fodder). Lab results won't be in until the end of the week, so I'm waiting. Poor thing looks naked now that her whole belly has been shaved, and she's less than happy about the Elizabethan collar. As it is, she still tries to get at the stitches, all 5 inches of them. They gave her "good happy drugs" that should last until tomorrow, so she's a little loopy but feeling no pain. Right now she's resting on her bed (which she grudgingly shares with me and Dan) and seems comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115997953233631364?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115997953233631364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115997953233631364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115997953233631364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115997953233631364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/tabbys-home.html' title='Tabby&apos;s home'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115981989613115427</id><published>2006-10-02T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:34:32.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Meanwhile, knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/redscarf1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/redscarf1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nervous fingers need something to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;, something productive to work on. I'm truly lousy at waiting and tend to find all kinds of projects and things to immerse myself in when things get really stressfull. Now would be one of those times. So out comes the Patons Classic Wool and a handy pair of needles. Time to start up something for the &lt;a href="http://nownormaknits2.typepad.com/red_scarf_project_2007/"&gt;Red Scarf Project&lt;/a&gt;, something cheery and colorful and warm. Oh, and of course I had to mull over stitch patterns, searching for something mindless, gender neutral, yet interesting enough that I'd actually be motivated enough to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up with something very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; loosely based on the whole &lt;a href="http://www.shawlministry.com/"&gt;Prayer Shawl&lt;/a&gt; idea. Three stitches each of knit and purl have a wonderful rythmn that is so soothing and easy to follow. But I didn't want something as highly textured as the alternating almost moss stitch pattern used in those shawls, I wanted something that would be a bit more open. So I decided to use a 3 x 3 rib, switching to the opposite stitches whenever the urge hit me. Voilà! Simple knitting with the added thrill of deciding when I want to switch - should it be two rows? Three? Ten? It's going quickly and most importanly, giving me something good to do for someone else. Mission accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115981989613115427?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115981989613115427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115981989613115427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115981989613115427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115981989613115427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/meanwhile-knitting.html' title='Meanwhile, knitting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115975930223880002</id><published>2006-10-01T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T13:40:58.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Not for me, for my cat Tabby. Dan found blood on our comforter last week so we went looking for the cause, thinking the cats had gotten into a fight. Tabby had a bloody spot on her stomach over a firm mass about 2 inches in diameter. I looked and looked for a hole, some kind of injury, but didn't find any. It looked like the mass had grown out and broken the skin. Needless to say, I took her to the vet the next morning to find out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet asked if I was sure Tabby was 16 1/2, since she looked so young. I assured her that I was certain - I've had her since she was about 5 weeks old, and my memory isn't quite that bad! She checked the mass  and started talking to me. The vet felt this was most likely a tumor, but just in case it was an infection she prescribed antibiotics. I'd give them to Tabby for the next week, and if it was an infection, it would be smaller and more healed by the end of the week. If not, then it was definitely a tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Friday. The mass didn't look any better - if anything, it was bleeding a bit more. I called the vet and we talked a bit. It's a tumor. Given the area of the tumor, there's about an 80% chance that it's malignant. If it is, removing it might give her another month or two, but cancers in this area are aggressive and it's unlikely that would help much. We could look at chemo, but because of her age it might end up making her last days more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery is tomorrow morning. I've been cuddling with Tabby all weekend, stroking her and talking to her. I'm so worried about her right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115975930223880002?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115975930223880002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115975930223880002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115975930223880002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115975930223880002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/10/surgery-tomorrow.html' title='Surgery tomorrow'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115930127001626807</id><published>2006-09-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:35:43.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>It fits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/piratehat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/piratehat2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder of wonders. Two "whitest white" cycles in the old front loader and things were nicely felted. I did have to do some tailoring, though - had to cut off almost 5 inches on each side (overlapped) and stitch the edges together again so that it would fit well. That's what I get for subbing yarn and not doing the slightest bit of math. Oops. Arden loves this hat. Ryan...not so much. He really wants one of the off the rack pirate hats, so that's what we'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that means I have three extra skeins of Patons Classic Wool in black lying around. Guess I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to make one of &lt;a href="http://knitlikeapirate.com/projects/tricorn.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; for Dan (the horror!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/dansocks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/dansocks3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of things knit for Dan, I managed to finish his socks last night over at &lt;a href="http://knittinmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie's&lt;/a&gt; house. These were made with the yarn I dyed way back when for the Dye O Rama swap (&lt;a href="http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/06/lots-of-dyeing.html"&gt;remember&lt;/a&gt;?), but sadly they've been lying in my yarn basket for a while. The weather is finally starting to show signs of getting cooler, so I figured it was time to finish these puppies. They fit Dan perfectly, and he loves the colors. Success! Now, what to do with the rest of the skein.....decisions, decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115930127001626807?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115930127001626807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115930127001626807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115930127001626807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115930127001626807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-fits.html' title='It fits!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115906622740341929</id><published>2006-09-23T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:17:07.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/piratehat1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/400/piratehat1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think &lt;a href="http://scrubberbum.typepad.com/patterns/2005/11/kids_pirate_hat.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; will fit him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115906622740341929?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115906622740341929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115906622740341929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115906622740341929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115906622740341929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115880617369102182</id><published>2006-09-20T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:36:19.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Want to see my garden?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/garden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/200/garden1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my wee Square Foot Garden in all it's glory. This spot was covered in red lava rock when we moved in, with two twisted and not at all happy looking roses poking out mournfully in the middle. We took all the rocks out and set up raised beds around the a/c - one is 3 by 7 feet, the other small one is 2 by 4 feet. The small boxes that sit up above contain things that need more growing space: two kinds of carrots and some daikon radishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/garden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/200/garden2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a close up of some of the greens coming up. In the back, there's red leaf lettuce and a lone broccoli plant spreading leaves open. In back of the broccoli you can just make out bok choi as well. In front on the left are wildflowers from a mix, with a lettuce mix on the right. Ryan already loves grabbing some lettuce in the garden whenever he wants a salad or some on a sandwich, and I'm loving the mix which has such a nice blend of flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/garlicshoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/200/garlicshoots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the thing I'm most proud of. What are those shoots over to the left? Garlic! I threw caution to the wind and ignored everything I read on growing garlic. "Don't plant cloves from garlic from the supermarket, as they are treated with chemicals to prevent sprouting." HA! I had some really pungent, delicious red hardnecked organic garlic. Really loved the flavor, had no idea what kind it is. Planted those cloves and what do you know, they all sprouted. This is especially appealing since I paid less than 50 cents for that bulb, as opposed to paying $15 a pound plus shipping to buy the kind you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/200/salad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what makes me really beam. A whole salad plucked right from the garden, from lettuces to herbs to radishes. All right outside my door, all planted by me and growing and feeding my family well. This gardening stuff is pretty cool, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115880617369102182?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115880617369102182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115880617369102182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115880617369102182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115880617369102182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/09/want-to-see-my-garden.html' title='Want to see my garden?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115820444864536737</id><published>2006-09-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:30:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did something today I haven't done in almost 10 years</title><content type='html'>I went on a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's back up a little bit. I've been at home with the boys since a little while before Ryan was born. Being at home was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;part of our plan. I worked in Marketing at the same company where Dan worked, and the plan was for me to work from home four days a week, then come in to the office one day and Dan would swap at home duty. We lived about 15 minutes away from work, so Dan could drive to work with the baby so I could nurse easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was laid off. Staring down at my very large, obviously pregnant belly, I asked the HR guy who exactly he thought would hire me. He hemmed and hawed and mumbled something about it not being legal to discriminate, all with this slightly embarrassed smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for work and found not a thing. Did some freelance graphics work when Ryan was still tiny but soon found he needed constant attention. I even tried going in to do graphics work and leaving him with a friend of mine, but he was inconsolable. So home I stayed. I had a home business for a few years making baby slings, but as it got larger it got overwhelming to handle. I've sold soaps and bartered knitted and sewn goods. But that's been about it for the past few years. I needed to be at home, so that's where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the boys are both in school, and I'd been thinking a bit about what to do next. My mother in law was job searching and came across an ad for "Autism Family Consultant" over at &lt;a href="http://www.ohsu.edu/outreach/cdrc/clinical/portland/autism.html"&gt;OHSU&lt;/a&gt;. Perfect! I've worked for years researching Autism because of Ryan and I already try to help other families who have children on the spectrum any chance I get. I pulled out a dusty copy of my resume and updated it, wincing at just how long it had been since I'd done anything that was easy to describe. Then Dan had the brilliant idea of adding in "Advocate" as my most recent job title, since and trying to find my way around services has been exactly what I've been doing for years  for Ryan. Well, all right then. Wasn't paid, but it certainly has been a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself a blazer and some nice pants and proceeded to freak out. It dawned on me that I haven't been on an interview in almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ten &lt;/span&gt;years. And this one was in front of a committee. As in, a bunch of people all focusing on me. Ack! What if I said something stupid? What traffic was bad and I got there late? What if they didn't like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview was at 9:00 this morning and so was I.  At the end of the interview, one of the committee members mentioned something about my "poise" and how "well spoken" I was (!!). I'll find out by the end of next week if I got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I got through the interview well. That's enough for one day, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115820444864536737?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115820444864536737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115820444864536737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115820444864536737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115820444864536737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/09/did-something-today-i-havent-done-in.html' title='Did something today I haven&apos;t done in almost 10 years'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115784237321926352</id><published>2006-09-09T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:52:53.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/satsky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/satsky1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just beautiful. Ignore those clouds - it was 70 degrees, bright and sunny. Just the tiniest bit of a breeze to keep the air moving around, though not enough to keep kites aloft (the boys found this out to their great disappointment). I watered the garden, picked off some cabbage caterpillers lurking on my broccoli and cauliflower plants, and picked some radishes and lettuce mix. I'm amazed every time I look at the garden and see how much everything is growing. Must take pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Dan's mom is taking the boys to her new apartment for "Grandma Camp"- they pack up clothes and PJs, pile in the car, then spend the night camped out on a big mattress, playing games and watching movies. Usually they go to the park and to run around a bit first. The boys just love it. Dan and I are going out to dinner at a Chinese place nearby that I've heard is really good, and later we'll watch a movie together on the couch. Good times will be had by everyone :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115784237321926352?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115784237321926352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115784237321926352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115784237321926352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115784237321926352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-sky.html' title='Saturday Sky'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115773423751073794</id><published>2006-09-08T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:36:55.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>How many knitters can you fit into a book store?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/harlot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/harlot2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, if it's Powells (the Home and Garden offshoot)  in Portland that you're talking about, the answer is: a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;. Wednesday night Stephanie Pearl-McPhee (of &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/"&gt;Yarn Harlot&lt;/a&gt; fame) came to my neck of Portland, and it seems like every knitter within reach squeezed into that tiny book store. I got there a little after 6:00 (she was due to arrive an hour and half later) and there were at least 30 knitters already working on socks and sweaters and lace. It was standing room only by the time she was due to speak, and the bookstore was completely packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to grab a seat with the nicest bunch of ladies up front. Here are my seatmates l to r: &lt;a href="http://outfoxedknitting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;,  me, Carol who has just identified herself (hi!), and &lt;a href="http://knitdecision.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt; on the end. I snagged this picture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/knitgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/knitgroup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://knittinmom.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-i-take-advantage.html"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;, who I saw walking down the center aisle wearing her MomMA (which stands for &lt;a href="http://momsmilkanywhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom's Milk Anywhere  &lt;/a&gt;- isn't that cool?) t-shirt. Yelled out "Knittin Mom!" and I might have surprised her a wee bit, especially since I'm not sure she knew exactly who I was even though I explained the day before that I look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;like my avatar...without the crawfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group was talking loudly, laughing, and generally scaring away any poor soul who wandered in to quietly browse. When Stephanie got there (snuck in at the back of the store, but knitters have keen eyesight and we spotted her with great ease) everyone cheered. It sounded like a rock concert at that very moment, which is ironic since Stephanie started off by explaining that she is not, in fact, cool. I beg to differ and point to the fact that she had a crowd cheering simply because she walked through the door. And add that if I had been her I would have been completely freaked out and would have snuck right back *out* the door, headed for someplace quieter. But she got up and gave a hilarious talk that had all of us laughing and feeling good all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had samosas left from the housewarming that I'd stuck in the freezer, so I warmed some in the oven before I left. Added a bit of tamarind chutney as well. I got up to the front of the line and Stephanie said, "you look familiar", at which point I held up the bag o' samosas. She grinned and gave me a big hug, then looked a little confused and asked why I wasn't in Los Angeles (where I gave her the last batch of samosas). My answer? "Because Portland is better." And it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/harlot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/harlot1.jpg" alt="" 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/14016382-115773423751073794?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115773423751073794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115773423751073794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115773423751073794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115773423751073794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-many-knitters-can-you-fit-into.html' title='How many knitters can you fit into a book store?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115715547121336525</id><published>2006-09-01T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:37:13.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Arrrrrr</title><content type='html'>We went on an adventure today. My mother in law is moving a few blocks away today and has been in and out with boxes and the moving truck, so I figured the boys could use a day out and about. We rode a &lt;a href="http://www.trimet.org/streetcar/index.htm"&gt;trolley&lt;/a&gt; (yeah, they call it a streetcar - whatever) to one of the coolest parks I've ever seen. &lt;a href="http://www.pps.org/great_public_spaces/one?public_place_id=679"&gt;Jamison Square&lt;/a&gt; is right smack dab in the middle of the metro area, surrounded by businesses and people rushing from here to there. Then there's this open spot filled with children playing in and on a "tidepool" of water that fills and empties then fills again, a bit like the tide. Ryan and Arden kicked off their shoes and ran out to play faster than I could find a chair. Much splashing and running and chasing later and they finally ate lunch (said lunch looking so good, evidently, that a 4 year old who had been playing nearby came over and snagged some cheese and a mini carrot after asking very politely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rode the trolley over to &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/"&gt;Powells&lt;/a&gt;. How do I describe a bookstore so large you actually need a map to find your way around? It's the size of a city block, with four stories. Oh, and that's not big enough for all the books they sell - there are branches for Home &amp; Garden and Technical books as well. It's a bookworms dream come true. I shouldn't be allowed in there with money or a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, Powells has a Cafe. We found it and got some treats : carrot cake for Ryan, an eclair for Arden, and a wee almond tart for me, and we plopped down by the window to watch the cars go by. Fortified by sweets, we ventured onward into the Rose room and therein the much fabled Children's Section. The boys saw a display on pirates and it was all over. We came home with a book for each and enough pirate gear to make Johhny Depp happy (well, minus the eyeliner, anyway). Here they are, in all their pirate-y glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/pirates%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/400/pirates%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to guess what I'm making for Halloween costumes this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115715547121336525?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115715547121336525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115715547121336525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115715547121336525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115715547121336525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/09/arrrrrr.html' title='Arrrrrr'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115698334920393199</id><published>2006-08-30T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:35:37.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again. All around me I see moms scurrying here and there, buying clothes and backpacks and school supplies and generally looking harried and rushed. I'm getting ready as well - took the boys to get haircuts today, went clothes shopping, got Arden a backpack (which he loved dearly on sight), and I'm trying to figure out lunches ahead of time. Thankfully the PTA put together a group buy for school supplies that each parent pays for on the first day of school (a whopping $22 per student - not bad!), so I don't have to hunt down glue sticks, paper, pencils, etc. Oh, and both boys want me to make them cloth napkins to go with their lunchboxes. Nevermind that we just found out Arden won't be having lunch at school (he's going to morning session from 8:00 - 10:40). He still needs a napkin, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be bittersweet since Arden is going off to Kindergarten. I can't believe my little guy has gotten so big! He can't wait to start, and I just want to give him a great big hug and tell him to stop growing so fast. He looks so much older in his new clothes, proudly carrying a backpack. Sigh. Time goes so quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115698334920393199?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115698334920393199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115698334920393199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115698334920393199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115698334920393199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115665737815860821</id><published>2006-08-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:08:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House warming</title><content type='html'>I've been running around like crazy this week: making lists, grocery shopping, cooking, marinating, cleaning serving trays, and getting the house as decent as it's going to get at the moment. Actually, it's in pretty good shape considering we moved from California not even three months ago and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;into a much larger house. There are still boxes, but not that many. The yard has been hacked and trimmed and weeded and watered and planted, though it still has a long way to go. Most importantly, we're starting to feel at home here, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;is our home now. I find fewer and fewer moments where I start to talk about something "back home", and find myself saying "back in California" more and more often. I even mostly remember to leave the "the"off freeway names, something that is absolutely ingrained by a lifetime of living in a gridlocked state where giving a road a title was pretty appropriate, given the amount of time most people spent there. Now I remind Dan not to say "the 405". He's getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our housewarming party. Figured it would be best to have it while we still have the excuse of not being here very long. And some extra warmth always helps. The neighbors will be coming by, and our next door neighbor even planned her garage sale so it would be over by 1:00 so there'd be extra parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the main thing I've been figuring out and planning and working on is the food. No surprise there! It's going to be an Asian-ish theme, all finger foods. I'm having a blast putting it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Cheerwa - an Indian munchies mix&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Samosas with cilantro and tamarind chutneys&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chicken satay with peanut sauce&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Vietnamese salad rolls with sweet and sour sauce&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Robatayaki - Japanese grilled vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Char siu pork&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pineapple, kiwi, and orange slices&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ginger squares&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sesame-brown sugar shortbread&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chocolate chip cookie bars (the boys begged for these)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kettle corn (boys idea, again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Limeade (adult types can add home made limoncello here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Thandai - an almond and cardamom milk drink&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sodas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115665737815860821?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115665737815860821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115665737815860821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115665737815860821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115665737815860821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/house-warming.html' title='House warming'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115654338856207565</id><published>2006-08-25T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:36:02.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Quick knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/slippers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/slippers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have so many projects half done or waiting to be finished. More than I'm happy about and far more than I usual - I'm a one project at a time kind of gal, for the most part. But somehow I haven't been in the mood for serious knitting at all. Nothing with charts or requiring the use of brain cells. What do do? knit slippers for the boys. These were made up in two evenings out of Plymouth Jelli Beanz, an acrylic and wool blend that has all kinds of wild colors popping out here and there. Hopefully the yarn will hold up to washing and much sliding across the wood floors - we'll see. Ultra fast knitting, which is exactly what I needed. May have to make up a few of these to donate as well. Hey &lt;a href="http://nownormaknits2.typepad.com/now_norma_knits_2/"&gt;Norma&lt;/a&gt;, does Duulan need slippers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115654338856207565?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115654338856207565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115654338856207565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115654338856207565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115654338856207565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-knitting.html' title='Quick knitting'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115646272041498859</id><published>2006-08-24T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:36:27.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>More domesticity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/napkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/napkins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Care to guess what those are? Napkins, baby! Realized that the boys should probably be using something other than shirt sleeves (or the occasional toy) to wipe their mouths and spills after meals. However, the thought of buying package after package of paper napkins just to toss them after each use seemed really wasteful. And expensive. Yes, I'm just that frugal.&lt;br /&gt;So off to the fabric store I went, in search of something that would look cheerful on our new (to us - I heart &lt;a href="http://portland.craigslist.org/"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt;) dining table. Oh, and all cotton. Washable and practically indestructible would also be nice. Finally found this fabric in with the quilting bolts. Something about the sunflowers and the bright, sunny print called out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/napkinsclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/napkinsclose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making them up was pretty simple, if a bit boring. Wash fabric (always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wash fabric before cutting anything out - you take care of a lot of unpleasant surprises this way). Meanwhile, make a square template - in my case, I used printer paper taped together and cut out to 17 by 17 inches. Cut out as many squares as you can using the template. Now, I wanted to miter the corners. Look up above - see? Nice and neat. I could have used &lt;a href="http://sewing.about.com/library/sewnews/qa/aaqa0803a.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; method, but it was far too persnickety for simple 1/4 inch hems. I did something more like &lt;a href="http://sewing.about.com/library/weekly/aa121697.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; - just folding down each edge, ironing, then cutting the very tip diagonally across and stitching the whole thing down at once. It's not perfect, but just fine for an everyday napkin, at least to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a dozen, which seemed to take forever but more likely took a bit over an hour or so. The only thing I don't like about these is they're a little on the small size for my taste. Next batch I make will end up 17 1/2 inches after hemming, which seems about right. Cause of course I need some fancier ones, right? Hopefully I'll get those done before Sunday - we're having a housewarming party and I'd love to have cloth napkins for everyone if possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115646272041498859?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115646272041498859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115646272041498859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115646272041498859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115646272041498859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-domesticity.html' title='More domesticity'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115637465165281074</id><published>2006-08-23T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:37:07.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Picnic in the park</title><content type='html'>Ryan and Arden have eagerly been awaiting the arrival of their &lt;a href="http://www.laptoplunches.com/"&gt;Laptop Lunchboxes&lt;/a&gt;. Both of them were attracted to the itty bitty boxes and drawn in by all the colors. I was hoping lunch would be a bit less of a struggle this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box arrived right before lunch, and they were both thrilled! We decided that a picnic lunch in the park was in order, to "break in" the new lunchboxes. We all started putting things in the different sections, with both the boys coming up with some pretty good ideas. It was hard finding enough to fill out the sections - they're really big! The larger ones hold 1 1/2 cups and the smaller ones 1/2 cup, which is a lot of food. I, sadly, have no bento box container for myself, so I made do with a cloth bag and some saran wrap for my sandwich (cue violins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The booklet that comes with the lunchboxes has a lot of really good information in it. A few recipes at the end, too, which both of the boys are excited about. We're trying "Fruit Triangle Treats" for snack this afternoon. There's a lot about choosing healthy foods, reducing waste, and a great set of lunch ideas and combinations to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to add that having all the containers open and all the food where the boys could see everything right when they opened the lunchboxes really made the food more appealing. It helped Ryan especially, as he's a really visual little guy and has a hard time with lunches that are all wrapped up. He kept telling me how much better he liked having it all where he could see everything. And Arden ate so much more than he usually does, I think because using the spoon (which has a cool star and moon and sun in the clear plastic) was so fun and because he liked all the itty bitty containers. It was wonderful seeing them so happy and excited about lunch. Well worth the rather large investment, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/ardenslunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/ardenslunch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arden's lunch on the left - apple slices (dipped in orange juice so they don't brown), crackers, Havarti cheese cubes, hazelnut spread in the covered container, and pistachios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/ryanslunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/320/ryanslunch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan's lunch on the right- ham sandwich on wheat with some lettuce from the garden, crackers, mini carrots, pistachios and hazelnut spread in the covered container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the boys played for a while - at least until Ryan noticed some ripe blackberries. We quickly emptied out Arden's lunchbox and filled it to the brim with ripe berries. Can I say how much I love being able to pick berries just a few blocks away from my house? Ahhhh...I love it here :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115637465165281074?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115637465165281074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115637465165281074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115637465165281074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115637465165281074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/picnic-in-park.html' title='Picnic in the park'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115617794659180774</id><published>2006-08-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:32:26.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think the kitten likes it here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a hunch, anyway ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/lisa3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/400/lisa3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/1600/lisa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6710/79/400/lisa2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115617794659180774?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115617794659180774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115617794659180774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115617794659180774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115617794659180774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-kitten-likes-it-here.html' title='I think the kitten likes it here'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115585488101968325</id><published>2006-08-17T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:51:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi ho, hi ho....</title><content type='html'>...it's off to work he goes. (whistling happily in my head here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Dan is going to start working with Hewlett Packard out in Vancouver, WA (which actually isn't far at all - maybe 30 minutes commute total). He won't be working for HP directly, but with a group that works with them. The pay is what he got at his last job, with better benefits and far more potential for moving up. Also a lot more to learn and gain in terms of marketable skills. The really nice part is that for once he was able to really think about the job and decide &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;he wanted it instead of jumping at any job opportunity that presented itself, since there just weren't that many jobs out there for him where we were in California. He'll still be doing consultant work on the side with his CAD software and networking skills, which means even more of a cushion financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to finally be in a place where we aren't just barely getting by, where we can actually make choices. We've given up a lot financially to have me home, and that has been an important choice, but it has meant living on very little at times. I know Dan has felt like he was a lousy provider because we didn't have extras that he felt were important (even though I don't really care about having "stuff" in general). Nice to finally see him feeling like he can do all the things that he feels are important - and just to see him so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115585488101968325?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115585488101968325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115585488101968325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115585488101968325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115585488101968325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-ho-hi-ho.html' title='Hi ho, hi ho....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14016382.post-115523551400902128</id><published>2006-08-10T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:11:41.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new mantra</title><content type='html'>I love my Mother-In-Law. I adore having her living in my house. I have enjoyed every minute of the last month she has been here and wake up just waiting to see her smiling face again. I will be bereft when she finds an apartment and moves her computer and lamps and chairs and books and large cans of hairspray away, as I will miss them so. I am not at all excited at the want ads and apartment listings laid out on the desk upstairs. I will miss her advice on parenting, grocery shopping, landscaping, time management, house cleaning, and budgeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I repeat this, as needed, every time I walk through a cloud of hairspray or smile and nod as she cheerfully shares how I should plant the garden and/or raise the children. I do like her quite a bit, but living together 24/7 is a wee bit chafing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14016382-115523551400902128?l=vastamount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/feeds/115523551400902128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14016382&amp;postID=115523551400902128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115523551400902128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14016382/posts/default/115523551400902128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vastamount.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-mantra.html' title='My new mantra'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02009482835849512347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/tejons/blogpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
