<?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-8793416</id><updated>2011-11-07T20:15:45.897-05:00</updated><category term='Bride&apos;s Tree SAL'/><category term='summer'/><category term='ornaments'/><category term='silk mori'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='ebay'/><category term='Kreinik'/><category term='silk gauze'/><category term='Donna Vermillion Giampa'/><category term='the girls'/><category term='goals'/><category term='GAST'/><category term='Guardian'/><category term='Shadow'/><category term='Sytycd'/><category term='school'/><category term='Desiderata Sampler'/><category term='blending filament'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='Lizzie Kate'/><category term='silks'/><category term='linen'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>shadowkitty's litter box</title><subtitle type='html'>The meanderings of a full-time mother, cat owner, cross stitcher, calligrapher, reader, teacher, and sometimes crafty person.  Enter at your own risk...it could get stinky.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-5418905123618547641</id><published>2010-07-26T06:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:48:20.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guardian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><title type='text'>More dragony goodness...</title><content type='html'>and another progress picture. This means that I have been working slowly and steadily on Guardian. I haven't been working on him every day, but have made it a point to do at least touch him every few days. Here he is as of Sunday night (as usual, click on the picture for a bigger version):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2691397310045758096gYzybs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb08.webshots.com/46919/2691397310045758096S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Guardian"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, yes! The whole right side is finished. Thank you for asking! The needle organizer has done wonders with how fast I am getting this done. I may not stitch as quickly as...well...everyone else...but the organizer has stepped it up. I was spending soooo much time threading one needle that I wasn't stitching much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of carrying over and continuing on the sky or the dragon, I decided to try out some of the knotwork border. Those of you who has worked on a TW know that Teresa doesn't do anything simple. This border is no different, though it does give the piece something extra and will be gorgeous when finished. I just think I may have to go back between picture and border to prevent my throwing Guardian across the room. I don't want him to end up in the "I don't love you anymore pile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of non-stitching related things have been going on here. Friday was my baby's 7th birthday. We got her hair done, a mani/pedi, went to Build-a-Bear Workshop, had Krabby Patties for dinner, saw "Ramona and Beezus" and she got a new "big girl" bike. What a long day but she said it was the best birthday ever! My teenager spent a half hour at WM picking out her sister's new bike: looking, test driving, comparing. She was determined to get sister the best bike ever, and she did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, an old old friend of mine was heading back to Colorado from Iraq and he stopped by NC for a few days. It was so much fun and it was a blast reminiscing about what our lives were like 20 years ago. My teenager was in awe that this man was almost her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a month left until it's back to school? I hope everyone gets to squeeze a bit more fun out of their summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-5418905123618547641?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5418905123618547641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=5418905123618547641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5418905123618547641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5418905123618547641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-dragony-goodness.html' title='More dragony goodness...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-3478853845741377606</id><published>2010-07-09T09:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:34:52.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silk gauze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kreinik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Vermillion Giampa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending filament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silk mori'/><title type='text'>Two finishes...</title><content type='html'>in a year? Must be a record! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this guy off and on for many years. It's Classic Santa by DVG for Kreinik. Stitched with silk mori and blending filament on 40 ct silk gauze. He's a little larger than a quarter. Click for a bigger, blurrier version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2179385600045758096wfXJgi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb51.webshots.com/44274/2179385600045758096S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Classic Santa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to take a piece off of my long WIP/UFO list! Definitely a happy dance for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to see what else I have that's close to being finished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-3478853845741377606?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3478853845741377606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=3478853845741377606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3478853845741377606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3478853845741377606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-finishes.html' title='Two finishes...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-6069469208670442737</id><published>2010-07-03T09:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:36:08.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guardian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><title type='text'>A castle and a tail...</title><content type='html'>is now finished on TW's Guardian. I can't believe it took me 14 years to get that far! On top of that, I can't believe that it took me so long to figure out to use a needle organizer! I used one on TW's Wedding Sampler for my sister, and I use one for my other larger projects. But for some reason I thought that the floss organizer that came with the kit was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not. Even. Close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here he is after a week of work. You can see how he looked previously in my webshots album. Click on the pic for a bigger version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2244374730045758096aPAfdq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb46.webshots.com/43949/2244374730045758096S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought Aislin a little cross stitch kit of a butterfly. She has been dying to learn how to cross stitch, but since she's only 6 I wasn't sure if she was old enough. Trying to teach Alyssa was a nightmare! But she did great and LOVES it! I will definitely post a finished picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-6069469208670442737?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6069469208670442737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=6069469208670442737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6069469208670442737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6069469208670442737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2010/07/castle-and-tail.html' title='A castle and a tail...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-1885690794898159508</id><published>2010-06-25T07:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:18:54.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desiderata Sampler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guardian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sytycd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow'/><title type='text'>Caught in the middle of moving...</title><content type='html'>makes it very difficult to find anything to cross stitch. Combine that with not having had time because of school, I feel like I'm out of practice. But last night I was determined to stitch on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find the threads and leaflet to continue on Desiderata Sampler (see sidebar), because it's still sitting in the scroll frames and on the rolled-up floor stand. DS is there, in my face, and calling to me. But I can't for the life of me find the supplies. Digging through my stitching basket didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess who I find in the basket? My oldest friend, Guardian (see sidebar)! I have been working on him for YEARS! About 14 years I think. And there he was, in the basket, still in his stitching hoop (don't judge me!). I thought, "Naw, he will never be finished. There's too much confetti stitching. I've been working on that tail for years." And then he made a kind of mewling sound. And...guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my little (well, big) dragon to the end of the couch. Glee and Sytycd were on the night's agenda, so I figured a little dragon tail would go well with two of my favorite shows. I was bound and determined to finish the corner and tail THIS time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...it's not finished yet. But it is oh-so-close! Just a few more stitches here and there and some backstitching, and the corner that I have been working off and on for the last 10 years will be finished! I can't believe it! Then it's time for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never lost love for my dragon. I always go back to him with as much love and dedication as when I first started him. And now he's even more special to me because my cat, Shadow (died in 2006 at age 16) left hairs amongst the threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her one of her favorite napping places :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-1885690794898159508?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1885690794898159508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=1885690794898159508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1885690794898159508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1885690794898159508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2010/06/caught-in-middle-of-moving.html' title='Caught in the middle of moving...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-3848008198067095308</id><published>2010-06-24T10:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:21:08.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer is finally here...</title><content type='html'>which means I've been spending more time outside. It's so green here that who can resist sitting outside with a glass of iced tea watching the kids swim and listening to the gorgeous cardinals in the trees around our yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School takes up so much of my time lately (only two more semesters left!) that I don't have much time to do the many crafts I have going all the time. Stitching is my favorite though, and I get a little melancholy when I don't have time to do that. It's been a favorite hobby since I was 13, and I have so many things to finish. Since I have no summer classes I am going to relish being able to do some stitching every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of small things that I need to get done. Needlerolls, ornaments, scissor fobs. Things that will take little time but I see something new I love and start that. Talk about startitis! But plan on seeing more small finishes in the weeks to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-3848008198067095308?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3848008198067095308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=3848008198067095308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3848008198067095308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3848008198067095308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-finally-here.html' title='Summer is finally here...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-2438190453507512034</id><published>2010-01-15T08:46:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:22:01.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lizzie Kate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAST'/><title type='text'>Oh goodness! You mean...</title><content type='html'>I actually finished something? Really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't finished anything in over a year, and I have a lot of little things just sitting around. I was determined to finish something before going back to school next week, and this only took a few hours. The picture is awful though, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Stitcher in Residence by Lizzie Kate. Stitched on Flax Cashel with GAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2022884730045758096gsmTvs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb31.webshots.com/11486/2022884730045758096S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Cross Stitcher in Residence"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! A small victory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-2438190453507512034?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2438190453507512034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=2438190453507512034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2438190453507512034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2438190453507512034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-goodness-you-mean.html' title='Oh goodness! You mean...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-363898758265449928</id><published>2010-01-12T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:34:21.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebay'/><title type='text'>It's time...</title><content type='html'>to start listing things on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much crafting stuff, mostly cross stitch, that I know I will never get to. I have hoarded so much fabric and floss that it's just overwhelming. Plus, I'm moving, so I'm trying to get rid of stuff that is just here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested in checking out my auctions, my ebay username is xphiler2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few things at the moment, but I will be listing a ton of things over the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-363898758265449928?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/363898758265449928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=363898758265449928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/363898758265449928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/363898758265449928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-8319586647321209832</id><published>2009-12-16T10:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:07:15.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><title type='text'>Where did you go...</title><content type='html'>2009? I feel like time is flying by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school full time this semester, and it's taking all of my time. I intern in an elementary school two days a week, and do classes the rest of the time. This is sucking up all of my free time, but I think I may be more obsessive with it than I should be. I got good grades this semester (3 As and a B) but is that worth losing time with my girls and time to myself? I have learned the hard way that I can't go like I could in my 20s, and it's time I took a look at my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be 40 soon, and my oldest will be 16 in less than a month. Getting the certification for teaching will be so worth economically, but is it worth missing out on my girls growing up? Is it worth my health and emotional well being? I don't really think so anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are changes coming. It's a reality check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my reality is going to be much different than it has been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-8319586647321209832?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8319586647321209832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=8319586647321209832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8319586647321209832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8319586647321209832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-did-you-go.html' title='Where did you go...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-1679453837110131289</id><published>2009-05-20T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:07:37.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital week...</title><content type='html'>is killing me. Not only is Aislin doing two dances, but so am I. I'm taking an adult jazz dance class at the studio where Aislin studies. Our group is known as the "Hot Mamas" since all but two of us are in our late 30s and have children. It's a lot of fun and great exercise, but right now I'm exhausted with all the extra practices to prepare for the recital this weekend. Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slowly making progress on my niece's birth sampler. I really like the darker pink overdyed I bought. I think it's a nice change and it works well with the colors that are already in the sampler. I have tweaked a few other things, so it's taking me a bit longer than I would like. My OCD keeps me from saying "Yes, that looks pretty good" and instead I say "Wow, that looks really stupid!" and tear it out. I guess that's what creative license is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the not-so-creative front, I've started a new round of classes for teaching, and I'm enrolled in 6 hours for summer school. I'm taking a 1 hour class on using technology in the classroom. You wouldn't believe the amount of work we have to do for a 1 credit class. It might as well be 3 credits like everything else. But it gets me closer to my certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set aside mornings for work/class time, so I have my afternoons free for errands or plain 'ole free time...think nap time here. By Monday I should have more time to work on other things as well, but until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lord give me the strength to make it through the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-1679453837110131289?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1679453837110131289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=1679453837110131289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1679453837110131289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1679453837110131289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/recital-week.html' title='Recital week...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-7593228326575573873</id><published>2009-05-15T13:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:06:50.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently...</title><content type='html'>the adage "Be careful what you wish for" is right on target. In previous posts, I complained that I had too many jobs and not enough free time. Well, guess what? Yep, that's right! I haven't &lt;b&gt;any&lt;/b&gt; jobs right now. Well, that's not entirely true. My full time, put-food-on-the-table job, well the company is downsizing and outsourcing. That was good money too! But I do have my part time online teaching still. Not much but it's better than a sharp stick in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as I have some free time, I decided to go back to school. I am going to finish up my certification for Elementary Education. I have been doing this for several years...taking a class here and there and then taking time off. Maybe now I will get it finished so I can actually teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did start back on the Bride's Tree ornaments for my sister and brother-in-law. I have no idea what I was thinking when I thought an over one swirly fish was a good idea. You'll see what I mean when it's finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, I did get back to my niece's birth sampler. Her birthday was May 12, and I was hoping to have this finished by the end of April but that didn't happen, again. One of the colors used in the sampler is a very light varigated pink. The thread is hand painted Japanese silk, and oh-so-yummy! Unfortunately, it wasn't a good design choice, and it didn't show up on the white linen. So begrudgingly, I had to hit the local LNS and get something in the same color family but dark enough for it to show up on the linen. I didn't get silk, but I did get a very pretty overdyed, and it shows up nicely! So this will be the focus piece until it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some catching up to do on the QOTW and update my blog, as a lot of things are out of date. But since I have all this free time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bring on the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-7593228326575573873?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7593228326575573873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=7593228326575573873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7593228326575573873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7593228326575573873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/apparently.html' title='Apparently...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-5868035590338824358</id><published>2009-02-21T10:50:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:13:22.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desiderata Sampler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guardian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride&apos;s Tree SAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ornaments'/><title type='text'>A little of this and a little of that...</title><content type='html'>February is almost over, and I realized that all I do is work. I started classes this semester also, to finish up my elementary education certification. I get very little time with my girls, and I certainly don't get to do anything that I like to do. Relaxation is NOT my middle name here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made the decision that after this weekend (since I'm grading final essays right now) that I will spend at least 30 minutes stitching or doing something that I want to do every night after the girls go to bed. To get me back into "stitching mode" I uploaded a picture of my current favorite WIP, Desiderata Sampler. This picture was taken last September. There's a full-size picture of it in my &lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2896498600045758096jrlfle"&gt;webshots&lt;/a&gt; album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/desid-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love(d) stitching this piece! In addition to having lots of different types of stitches, it includes silk thread, which those of you who know me know that I have an obsession with crunching silk. It's a very relaxing piece to stitch, and it actually keeps my attention for longer than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 passed by so quickly that my resolutions and goals I made at the beginning of the year were pretty much made in vain. I made the lists when I was unemployed, and had no clue that the year would end the way it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my resolutions, revamped for 2009 (which means they will probably be exactly the same!). If you feel you *must* know what my resolutions were in 2008, &lt;a href="http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hope-everyone.html"&gt;here you go&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stitching Related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish Guardian, which is my longest running TW wip. &lt;br /&gt;2. Finish Desiderata.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish my neice's birth sampler by her 2nd birthday in May.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish the Bride's Tree SAL.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stitch 1 ornament a month.&lt;br /&gt;6. Keep up with the SBQ.&lt;br /&gt;7. Join the local EGA and go to the meetings/stitch ins. (This will probably have to wait until at least fall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Work/School Related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teach two classes 4 times a year with UOP online.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get the book I'm editing into production by May 31st.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my beading and calligraphy businesses up and going, on a minimal basis of course. My BIL finally finished my logo, but I have a few tweaks I want done on it. &lt;br /&gt;4. Take two classes a semester toward certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Continue in my dance class. It's so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the gym. I did sign up, but I don't have time to go. Wasting money!&lt;br /&gt;3. Lose 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay off whatever bills I can.&lt;br /&gt;5. Save at least $5000 by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;6. Start a college savings fund for both girls and contribute to it often.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have at least 2 Alyssa-only dates a month. I worked hard to keep this up last year, and even had "Mommy-Aislin" days. Even if I had to skip on something I was supposed to do, I made time for them. Granted, it wasn't as much as I would have liked, but it's better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;8. Go on a real vacation with the girls. Myrtle Beach here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably enough for the year. I will add or delete as needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yep, probably delete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-5868035590338824358?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5868035590338824358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=5868035590338824358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5868035590338824358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5868035590338824358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-of-this-and-little-of-that.html' title='A little of this and a little of that...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-6175604349792943440</id><published>2008-12-28T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:14:56.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><title type='text'>Nothing!</title><content type='html'>I have finished nothing this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, my girls are great and my sister is here with her family. Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-6175604349792943440?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6175604349792943440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=6175604349792943440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6175604349792943440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6175604349792943440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing!'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-3236666543072178626</id><published>2008-07-05T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:04:14.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many jobs equals...</title><content type='html'>not enough time for Sandy to do what she wants to do. I have a 45-minute commute (one way mind you) to my regular job. That means I have to be out of the house extraordinarily early and worry whether or not I'm going to be able to pick up my baby on time at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about an hour to spend with my girls, and then it's time to teach online. I am contracted to spend four hours a night online, which means I get to bed after 11 pm every night. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to be up by 5 am. I feel like a walking zombie most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not even talk about stitching. I won't make any of my goals this year. I was supposed to have finished my niece's birth sampler for her first birthday in may. Not even close. I haven't worked on an ornament for the Bride's Tree SAL in months. Even Desiderata has been languishing in the closet for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to do creative, fun things, to spend time with my girls, and to just have time to relax. If this is what being a grown up is all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I refuse to grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-3236666543072178626?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3236666543072178626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=3236666543072178626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3236666543072178626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3236666543072178626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-many-jobs-means.html' title='Too many jobs equals...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-7829313759513675980</id><published>2008-04-20T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:02:16.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No thread means...</title><content type='html'>I had to go to an LNS downtown and order thread for my heart. So that means I am almost 3 months behind on the Bride's Tree SAL. I'm very irritated and disappointed, as the person I ordered from originally has been my ONS for many years. She has always been very dedicated to the best service and has always been very fast. I'm not sure what happened but I won't be ordering from her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finish the first section of Desiderata and took a picture. Hopefully sometime today I will get it off of my camera. I am going to start the wrapping on the heart and get a scan of that up. I have also been working on my niece's birth sampler, which is not difficult. It's a lot of white on white though. But it's going to be very pretty and dainty. I have been put way behind, between helping my mother with her classes and working on that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has finally come to North Carolina (I think!) and we have had a few nice days. The trees are blooming and the Japanese maples outside the house look amazing! I always feel better mentally and physically when things start blossoming again, like we have come out of purgatory or something. Maybe not the best comparison, but there's nothing like seeing the first hummingbird of the year flittering around the empty feeders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to get a good picture of a cardinal this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-7829313759513675980?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7829313759513675980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=7829313759513675980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7829313759513675980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7829313759513675980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-thread-means.html' title='No thread means...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-1637171976714042518</id><published>2008-03-19T12:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:26:04.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no end...</title><content type='html'>to the amount of things I do. Especially for other people. My poor mother is taking classes to get an add-on to her teaching license, and this project she had to do was so unbelievably ridiculous! But it's finished now, and I doubt she would have even gotten finished if it weren't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stitching front, I STILL haven't received my one tiny spool of thread to finish my February heart for the Bride's Tree SAL. I ordered it on February 2. It's really getting on my nerves, and even though I ordered it from the shop that always came through and got things to me within a week, I'm thinking of finding a new place to shop. I have even started the March ornament because I want to finish the February one first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost finished with the first part of Desiderata (probably tonight!) so I will post a picture of it tomorrow. Then I have to move on to my niece's birth sampler, or it will never be finished and framed by her first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a neat book list on &lt;a href="zoomcity.wordpress.com"&gt;Terri's&lt;/a&gt; site. Just follow the directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the list of (100) books below. Bold the ones you’ve read. Italicize the ones you want to read. Leave blank the ones that you aren’t interested in. (Movies don’t count.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; (Dan Brown)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; (Jane Austen)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt; (Harper Lee) &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/span&gt; (Margaret Mitchell)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King&lt;/span&gt; (Tolkien) &lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt; (Tolkien)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers&lt;/span&gt; (Tolkien)&lt;br /&gt;8. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery)&lt;br /&gt;9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)&lt;br /&gt;10. A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt; (Rowling)  &lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt; (Dan Brown)&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; (Rowling) &lt;br /&gt;14. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving)  &lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt; (Arthur Golden)&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone &lt;/span&gt;(Rowling) &lt;br /&gt;17. Fall on Your Knees (Ann-Marie MacDonald)&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Stand &lt;/span&gt;(Stephen King)&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt; (Rowling) &lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt; (Charlotte Bronte)&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/span&gt; (Tolkien)  &lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt; (J.D. Salinger) &lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little Women&lt;/span&gt; (Louisa May Alcott) &lt;br /&gt;24. The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)&lt;br /&gt;25 . &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/span&gt; (Yann Martel)&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/span&gt; (Douglas Adams)&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt; (Emily Bronte)&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; (C. S. Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;East of Eden&lt;/span&gt; (John Steinbeck)&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/span&gt; (Mitch Albom)&lt;br /&gt;31. Dune (Frank Herbert)&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt; (Nicholas Sparks)&lt;br /&gt;33. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1984&lt;/span&gt; (Orwell)&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mists of Avalon&lt;/span&gt; (Marion Zimmer Bradley) &lt;br /&gt;36. The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)&lt;br /&gt;37. The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Know This Much is True&lt;/span&gt; (Wally Lamb)&lt;br /&gt;39. The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; (Paulo Coelho)&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Clan of the Cave Bear&lt;/span&gt; (Jean M. Auel)&lt;br /&gt;42. The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)&lt;br /&gt;43. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella)&lt;br /&gt;44. The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Mitch Albom)&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/span&gt; (Tolstoy)&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt; (Alexandre Dumas)&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angela’s Ashes&lt;/span&gt; (Frank McCourt)&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/span&gt; (John Steinbeck)&lt;br /&gt;50. She’s Come Undone (Wally Lamb)&lt;br /&gt;51. The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver)&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Tale of Two Cities&lt;/span&gt; (Dickens) &lt;br /&gt;53. Ender’s Game (Orson Scott Card)&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt; (Dickens)&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; (Fitzgerald)&lt;br /&gt;56. The Stone Angel (Margaret Laurence)&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/span&gt; (Rowling)&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/span&gt; (Colleen McCullough)&lt;br /&gt;59. The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood)&lt;br /&gt;60. The Time Traveller’s Wife (Audrey Niffenegger)&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/span&gt; (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)&lt;br /&gt;62. The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;War and Peace&lt;/span&gt; (Tolstoy)&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Interview With The Vampire&lt;/span&gt; (Anne Rice)&lt;br /&gt;65. Fifth Business (Robertson Davis)&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One Hundred Years Of Solitude&lt;/span&gt; (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants&lt;/span&gt; (Ann Brashares)&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Catch-22&lt;/span&gt; (Joseph Heller)&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/span&gt; (Hugo)&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/span&gt; (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)&lt;br /&gt;71. Bridget Jones’ Diary (Fielding)&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/span&gt; (Marquez)&lt;br /&gt;73. Shogun (James Clavell)&lt;br /&gt;74. The English Patient (Michael Ondaatje)&lt;br /&gt;75. The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett)&lt;br /&gt;76. The Summer Tree (Guy Gavriel Kay)&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; (Betty Smith) &lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The World According To Garp&lt;/span&gt; (John Irving)&lt;br /&gt;79. The Diviners (Margaret Laurence)&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charlotte’s Web&lt;/span&gt; (E.B. White)&lt;br /&gt;81. Not Wanted On The Voyage (Timothy Findley)&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Of Mice And Men&lt;/span&gt; (Steinbeck)&lt;br /&gt;83. Rebecca (Daphne DuMaurier)&lt;br /&gt;84. Wizard’s First Rule (Terry Goodkind)&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; (Jane Austen)&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watership Down&lt;/span&gt; (Richard Adams)&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brave New World&lt;/span&gt; (Aldous Huxley)&lt;br /&gt;88. The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields) &lt;br /&gt;89. Blindness (Jose Saramago)&lt;br /&gt;90. Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer)&lt;br /&gt;91. In The Skin Of A Lion (Ondaatje)&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/span&gt; (Golding)&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Good Earth&lt;/span&gt; (Pearl S. Buck)&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Secret Life of Bees&lt;/span&gt; (Sue Monk Kidd)&lt;br /&gt;95. The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum)&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Outsiders&lt;/span&gt; (S.E. Hinton)&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;White Oleander&lt;/span&gt; (Janet Fitch)&lt;br /&gt;98. A Woman of Substance (Barbara Taylor Bradford)&lt;br /&gt;99. The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt; (James Joyce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few on the list that I have absolutely no interest in. Like the Ayn Rand books. I really hate her writing. I started Atlas Shrugged in graduate school and just couldn't stomach it. So anyway, have fun with the list! I think I'll have to wait until tomorrow to catch up on the SBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-1637171976714042518?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1637171976714042518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=1637171976714042518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1637171976714042518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1637171976714042518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-is-no-end.html' title='There is no end...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-6927250617997024441</id><published>2008-03-03T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:09:34.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desiderata Sampler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><title type='text'>My baby had her follow up today...</title><content type='html'>and the doctor said everything looks great! The scabs are all gone from her throat and there's no infection or swelling. I'm so relieved, and I think the procedure was worth it because she is sleeping better. No snoring, no apnea, no waking up screaming. I can tell she's breathing better and just feeling better in general. Thank you so much Dr. J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost ready to post a WIP pic of Desiderata. Maybe after tonight, because I want to get the first part completely finished. But I so totally love working on this piece. It's not difficult, but its simple elegance makes it look like it is. I haven't been this excited about working on something in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go pick up my big girl. She has a doctor's appointment too. If it's not one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's the other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-6927250617997024441?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6927250617997024441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=6927250617997024441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6927250617997024441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6927250617997024441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-baby-had-her-follow-up-today.html' title='My baby had her follow up today...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-5556152807131191377</id><published>2008-02-27T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:53:43.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play catchup...</title><content type='html'>on the SBQs! I have some time before I need to run some errands, so now would be a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2.26.2008: &lt;i&gt;What is your cross stitch weakness? (i.e., What do you have to have when you see it, even if you are supposed to be on the Wagon?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that one of my weaknesses is thread. There are so many colors and types out there, and I have to have them all. I am especially fond of silks, because they glide right through the fabric. And when I squeeze the skein there is a very satisfying crunchy sound that no one else understands! I probably have a few thousand dollars worth of just thread, because if I get one of a particular line, then I have to get all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weakness I have is Christmas patterns, especially ornaments and snowmen. It's my favorite time of the year and I'm always on the lookout for really unique or pretty Christmas patterns. I mostly only stitch the ornaments, but I like to look through them, even if I might not ever stitch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2.13.2008: &lt;i&gt;Do you have any projects that you have scrapped and started over? What made you start over from scratch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several projects that I have scrapped for various reasons. Either I made a huge mistake and didn't have the energy to fix it, I ended up not liking the pattern as I stitched it, cut fabric threads by accident, my daughter wrote on it, or any other number of reasons. I did scrap one ornament because I messed it up when I was trying to be creative in sewing it to the backing fabric, and cute it right against the stitching. I will do this one again because I really liked the ornament. But I usually don't start them over unless it's a gift for someone else, so they just end up languishing in a drawer forever. After the next ice age, these projects will be found and they will end up in a museum in the Primitive Art wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2.6.2008: &lt;i&gt;Are there other crafts that you have tried and abandoned? Why do you like stitching better?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try scrapbooking but really didn't like it. It is SO expensive to buy all the stickers and tags and paper and all the other goodies that make the pages look good. I thought my cross stitch habit was expensive, but the scrapbooking was ridiculous! Plus it was very stressful for me, when it should be relaxing. Trying to find just the right doo-dad to put on the page, or choosing the perfect picture, was making me lose my mind! I'll just stick to what I do best...following someone else's pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today kiddies,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as I'm sure that was more excitement than you can bear in one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-5556152807131191377?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5556152807131191377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=5556152807131191377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5556152807131191377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5556152807131191377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-play-catchup.html' title='Let&apos;s play catchup...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-1321652742584240899</id><published>2008-02-26T09:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:28:52.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe...</title><content type='html'>that February is almost gone already! Things have been so hectic and chaotic around here that I haven't had time to do much of anything. And forget about finishing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby had her surgery on the 12th. The doctor went ahead and took out her tonsils along with the adenoids because they were bigger than what she thought. Plus her adenoids took up about 75 percent of her airway. My poor little baby girl did NOT do well after the surgery. She refused to eat and cried a lot of the time. Mostly she just wanted to snuggle in my lap. She started vomiting and couldn't keep down anything. She lost almost 5 pounds, and my whole family was beside themselves as to what to do. We thought she was going to have to go back to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she had no bleeding, just a ton of pain. She missed a week of school, and then I slowly got her back in for just a couple of hours for a few days. She still has a little bit of pain, but her throat is looking much better! Thank you so much to everyone who sent encouragement and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really difficult to edit a book when a 4 1/2 year old wants to be in your lap for two weeks, so I'm behind on both of my books. I've also started training to teach online courses, so that takes up most of my evenings. I have this week of training, then a week break, then two more weeks of training. But I would like if possible to get both of my books out by mid-March. Keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stitching side, I have gotten to stitch a bit on Desiderata. Within the next couple of days I will post a picture of the first section. I have to say that I love it and it's looking gorgeous! I'm really enjoying this piece. Still waiting on my thread for my hardangar heart for the Bride's Tree SAL though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://olenkas-stitches.blogspot.com"&gt;Olenka&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Once you are tagged, link back to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post THE RULES on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post 7 weird or random facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 7 people and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a 7 weird or random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My eyes are two different colors. They are both blue, but the left one is blue on the bottom half and greenish gold on the top half. A doctor told me that one day my left eye could very well become all greenish gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have five tattoos and two piercings (not my ears).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I absolutely hate the smell and taste of celery. It tastes like soap to me. So of course my parents make everything with celery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanted to be a veterinarian since I was in preschool. Until I got to college and couldn't pass chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanted to see the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre when I was five years old. I haven't lost my love of horror movies one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm obsessive about my handwriting. I had trouble finishing things in school because I would restart everything if I didn't like my handwriting. Unfortunately, that has crossed over into much everything else I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The first car I bought was a little green Ford Festiva. They don't even make those any more! I named it "Little Green Roach-Mobile." How lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tag anyone, because most people I know have already been tagged for this one. But if you are reading this and haven't been tagged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you are now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-1321652742584240899?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1321652742584240899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=1321652742584240899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1321652742584240899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1321652742584240899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-believe.html' title='I can&apos;t believe...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-2150883903685960468</id><published>2008-02-04T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:26:27.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great start...</title><content type='html'>for February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that the Giants were awesome last night! That was one of the best Super Bowls I've seen in years, and my dad and I were yelling ourselves hoarse the whole time. Eli made some great plays, and I'm so happy he got out of big brother's shadow. The Patriots needed to be taken down from their pedestal, and Tom Brady and Bill Belichick found out that they are not invincible. I can't believe that Belichick walked off the field before the game was over. What a poor loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And House was on after the game! It was a really good episode, and it really threw me for a loop. That's one of my favorite shows, and I plan on getting them on dvd. What a great tv night it was last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my February ornament for the Bride's Tree SAL *almost* finished. It's a hardanger heart, and I got everything done down to the cut threads, until I realized that I had bought the wrong size of perle coton to do the wrapping, weaving, and dove's eyes. So I had to order the thread. But that's ok, because I'm way ahead of the game. Whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is TW Monday, so *maybe* I'll finish my brother-in-law's ornament. Although I have two books to work on today, so I don't know how much stitching I'll actually get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'd better get started on the books. No time for a nap, no time for stitching, no time for working on calligraphy samples. How is it that I don't have a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I still have to work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-2150883903685960468?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2150883903685960468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=2150883903685960468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2150883903685960468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2150883903685960468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-great-start.html' title='What a great start...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-7841221386889385819</id><published>2008-01-31T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:30:03.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally hit me...</title><content type='html'>this cold that is. I've been fighting it off for a while, and I woke up today feeling like I've been hit by a truck. My nose is running, my head hurts, my body aches, I'm constantly coughing and sneezing, I can't breathe, I can't talk. Well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming this cold is the reason that I haven't felt like doing much lately. I've messed around with my calligraphy blog, took long naps, and basically neglected my freelance editing and my stitching. I have played about 4,000 games of bingo though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to answer the latest SBQ, but there isn't one yet, so I'll just go pass out until my doctor's appointment later today. Maybe tonight I'll have something interesting to write about (it's not as if I usually do though lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate cold season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-7841221386889385819?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7841221386889385819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=7841221386889385819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7841221386889385819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7841221386889385819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-finally-hit-me.html' title='It&apos;s finally hit me...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-6322479231497363728</id><published>2008-01-27T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:47:21.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination...</title><content type='html'>is my middle name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like doing much lately, except wasting my time playing &lt;a href="http://www.bingozone.com"&gt;bingo&lt;/a&gt; for a jackpot that I've been trying to win since 1996. I did get my &lt;a href="http://ornaquill.blogspot.com"&gt;calligraphy site&lt;/a&gt; running, but there's just so much I need to do on it. This seems to be my lifetime habit: jump into everything with both feet and then get overwhelmed because I'm not sure where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't stitched but maybe two words on Desiderata since I finished my house ornament. I just feel blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ for 1.23.2008: &lt;i&gt;Have you had a happy dance yet this year? If so, tell us about it! (Or just point to the entry that mentions it.) If not, when do you predict it will be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've had a happy dance on the house ornament. But maybe I should consider it half of a happy dance, because it hasn't been ornamentified yet. I've really got to finish my brother-in-law's ornament (insert big pathetic sigh here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go watch Spongebob with Aislin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so I don't have to expend but half a brain cell for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-6322479231497363728?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6322479231497363728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=6322479231497363728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6322479231497363728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6322479231497363728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-3685707774844076426</id><published>2008-01-24T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:13:55.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I've had a semi-productive week...</title><content type='html'>even if the week isn't over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my federal AND state taxes filed, applied for health insurance for me and Aislin, and finished an ornament ahead of time (although I still haven't finished my brother-in-law's). Plus, I have my heart ornament picked out for next month! It's a hardanger heart, and I'm starting it on February 1st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislin had an appointment with the ear, nose, and throat doctor yesterday. She has to have her adenoids removed on February 12th. I know it's a rather routine surgery, but I'm scared to death! She's only 4; just a baby! I'm worrying so much that I'm giving myself a migraine. But it's something that has to be done. She snores and has sleep apnea, she breathes and eats with her mouth open, and has bad breath no matter how much we brush her teeth. I hope it makes her feel better, but I'll be so happy when the surgery is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I need to get working on is my calligraphy business. I have the business card done, I just need to make up a brochure with some of my samples and a price list to send out to stationary stores. Plus I need someone to develop a professional website for me, but I can't afford to pay anyone to do it right now. For the moment, I have a blogspot page for my calligraphy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ornaquill.blogspot.com"&gt; An Ornamental Quill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it looks pretty good for a beginning. I'm sure it won't generate much business as a blog, instead of a real store-type website. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's a start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-3685707774844076426?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3685707774844076426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=3685707774844076426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3685707774844076426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3685707774844076426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-ive-had-semi-productive-week.html' title='I think I&apos;ve had a semi-productive week...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-6072840079497993901</id><published>2008-01-21T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:06:43.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a house...</title><content type='html'>although it looks much prettier in person. This is the January ornament for the Bride's Tree SAL. I think my scanner is putting too much light into the scans, but when I try to fix it, it just gets worse. But this is stitched in the most yummy warm shades of browns and tans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down, eleven to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victorian Cottage Ornament&lt;br /&gt;designed by Nancy Spruance&lt;br /&gt;stitched on 28 ct antique white Monaco with DMC color variations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/?action=view&amp;current=cottageorn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/cottageorn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-6072840079497993901?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6072840079497993901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=6072840079497993901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6072840079497993901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6072840079497993901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-house.html' title='It&apos;s a house...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-3336181751136239336</id><published>2008-01-21T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:40:00.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Giants versus Patriots...</title><content type='html'>on February 3rd. I watched the NFC playoff game last night, holding my breath and biting my tongue until the very last second of overtime. I absolutely HATE the Green Bay Packers and am so glad the Super Bowl will only be half a suck-fest this year, as I hate the Patriots just as much. Of course, if the Packers had won, I would have had to stay true to my conference and kinda root for them. But MY babies didn't even get close, and I was hoping the Cowboys would have gone on. Dad and I are supportive of each other's teams if our own team doesn't do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised in a fanatical Cowboys family, and have heard many a time the story of the dreaded *Ice Bowl* of 1967. My dad tells the story at least 12 times every football season about how his 'boys had to kick holes in the ice with their cleats at the Green Bay end zone just to get traction. Of course the Cowboys lost that game, and that was one of the catalysts to Super Bowls only being played in southern cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the stitching front, true to my personality I got bored with Guardian. I was hoping to work on him all weekend and into TW Monday, but I couldn't do it. I did get a whole 5 days in on him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to work on my sister's house ornament for the &lt;a href="http://bridestreesal.blogspot.com"&gt;Bride's Tree SAL&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I actually found one that I liked fairly well. It's a blackwork house, but instead of black, I'm using the DMC Color Variations I bought to do ornaments for Christmas. This one is various shades of brown and tan and I love this color! I may even finish it today! I'll finish my brother-in-law's ornament today too (I hope!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to get a haircut. My hair is almost to my waist now, but I'm going to cut it off to my shoulders. I can't stand my hair that long anymore; it's just a pain. Aislin's getting a haircut today too. She says she wants "beautiful hair." It's really cute the way she says it. I long for the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when a haircut was the most exciting thing going on in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-3336181751136239336?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3336181751136239336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=3336181751136239336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3336181751136239336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3336181751136239336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-giants-versus-patriots.html' title='It&apos;s Giants versus Patriots...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-9194090546533590823</id><published>2008-01-19T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:48:18.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got toys...</title><content type='html'>in the mail today from Diana at &lt;a href="http://www.pawprintscrossstitch.com"&gt;Paw Prints&lt;/a&gt;! I got some stitch clips because I put Desiderata on a scroll frame, and I like my fabric to be drum tight. Then, I got a Tacky Bob since Aislin keeps dumping my beads everywhere. It's like a mini cd case with sticky stuff on the inside so that the beads stick to it. There wasn't a choice as to color or pattern, but I got one with butterflies, which is fine by me because I LOVE butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to try out my new toys! I was feeling a bit down today, but it's amazing what a package in the mail can do for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on Guardian for the last week. Mom let me borrow her needle organizer, since most of my stitching stuff is in storage. I use it mostly for the blends, and since Guardian is mostly blends, it's a life saver! I still have to finish my brother-in-law's ornament for last year, which I think I will do on TW Monday. But I'm going to work on Guardian for the rest of the weekend. I'll post a progress pic probably Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice's birth sampler needs to go back on the Q-snaps, because it needs to be finished and framed by April 30th, so I can get it to my sister before my neice's 1st birthday on May 12th. So until that is done, I will make that my focus piece, but work on Desiderata when I can't stand the birth sampler anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still work on Guardian on TW Mondays and the dragon SAL one weekend a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;a href="http://bridestreesal.blogspot.com"&gt;Bride's Tree SAL&lt;/a&gt; front, I still haven't found a house (January) I like. It's really frustrating. I guess I should probably say I like too many patterns and I can't actually narrow it down to just one. Maybe that's why I have soooo much stitching stuff and patterns...I can't make up my mind as to what I can't live without as opposed to just liking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ for 1.16.2008: &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite past time while stitching? Do you just enjoy silence, listen to music/audiobooks or do you “watch” TV/movies? Do you have specific favorites you listen to/watch while stitching?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have the tv or a movie going when I stitch. If it's on one of my "show" days, I watch American Idol, Bones and House, Ghost Hunters. Sometimes I just have on whatever channel I come to that looks semi-interesting if none of my shows are on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, Alyssa and I watch a movie (usually her choice) while I stitch. Sometimes during the week we'll watch her "Friends" dvds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to not do much else while I stitch. Silence is too intimidating for me, and I always have to have some kind of background noise. I can watch TV and concentrate on my stitching but still keep up with what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked outside, and it's snowing! Aislin is running around the house screaming, "It's snowing! It's snowing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are so easily entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-9194090546533590823?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/9194090546533590823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=9194090546533590823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/9194090546533590823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/9194090546533590823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-toys.html' title='I got toys...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-3536360813569998436</id><published>2008-01-12T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:28:52.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's something fun...</title><content type='html'>that I *borrowed* from a few various blogs. It's an "About me in pictures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions and type your answer into Google images search. Post a photo from the FIRST results page. (this can be tough!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you will be on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emigre.com/ImagesLG/E38LG.JPG"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place you would like to visit? (Ireland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/images/photos/photo_lg_ireland.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your favorite places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/images/usa/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite object? (yummy silk thread!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stitchdirect.com/shopWebSite/imagesProducts/gp793.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite food? (angel hair pasta with artichoke hearts lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipes/images/lemonyangelhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/urbanlegends/1/0/R/8/large_cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color? (forest green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.backyardcity.com/images/Galtech/Suncrylic-Forest-Green-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of a past pet? (Shadow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/system/files/250906_shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boston.com/yourlife/home/stylephile/north-carolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First grade teacher's name? (Mrs. Glendamen)&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name? (Leanne) WHAT THE...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/1816/leanne47ub.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad habit of yours? (I pick at and chew on my cuticles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.43things.com/entry/8637pw150.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower? (carnations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/98/88/22968898.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite holiday? (supposed to be Christmas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gocurrency.com/international-travel/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/christmas_market_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-3536360813569998436?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3536360813569998436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=3536360813569998436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3536360813569998436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/3536360813569998436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-something-fun.html' title='Here&apos;s something fun...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-8217396163395725615</id><published>2008-01-11T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:39:08.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I really hate insurance companies...</title><content type='html'>but that's another story! I thought I would catch up on some SBQs because I don't feel like I have anything witty or even remotely interesting to talk about. Well, I do, but I don't want to turn this into a rant today (of course that hasn't stood in my way on other days, now has it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ for 1.9.2008: &lt;i&gt;What was your favorite finish of 2007?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question makes me giggle a bit and scratch my head, because I finished all of 3, yes 3 ornaments. That's it. Nothing else. I DID NOT stitch until the end of the year. So I would have to say the answer to this question is all 3 ornaments, for different reasons. But mostly because I know I can still stitch, and that a stitching slump doesn't have to last forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ for 1.3.2008: &lt;i&gt;Are you starting something new to celebrate the New Year or participating in “Guilt Free January?” If so, what are you planning on starting?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I started Desiderata Sampler sometime in November of last year, so I am considering that my New Year's celebration. If I participated in Guilt-Free January, I would have another 47 projects going in addition to what I already have. So I am limiting myself to what I am allowed to do this year. The only new start I have is going to be the Bride's Tree Ornaments SAL, but I don't know that I would really consider that a *new* start, because it's an ornament a month, which is part of my 2008 goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ for 12.26.2007: &lt;i&gt;Did you receive any stitching-related gifts for the holidays?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I really didn't this year, which is surprising. I usually get a GC to an LNS or ONS or various stitching related things. The only gifts I got that were remotely close were from my sister. She got me a few tubes of gorgeous beads (too big for using on stitching projects though), and vintage (pre WWII) swarovski crystals (I LOVE THEM!). Plus, she sent me a bead a day calendar, which has a different beading project for every day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, those aren't even CLOSE to being stitching-related...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ for 12.19.2006: &lt;i&gt;Have you ever helped anyone else learn to stitch? Have you ever helped anyone learn a new stitch or technique?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to teach my oldest daughter how to stitch a few years ago, but it didn't go very well. She was very good at it, but didn't find any designs that appealed to her. I suggested that she substitute her own colors, or modify the design a little to suit her needs (and reassured her that most stitchers do this). As an *ar-TEEST*, the thought of changing someone else's art was completely mortifying to her. I understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I feel like discussing. I feel a migraine coming on (thank you so much insurance people!). I probably need to eat something, so as Donkey says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I'm making waffles!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-8217396163395725615?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8217396163395725615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=8217396163395725615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8217396163395725615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8217396163395725615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-i-really-hate-insurance-companies.html' title='Yeah, I really hate insurance companies...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-1829299678733031105</id><published>2008-01-04T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:46:02.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my new toy, but...</title><content type='html'>Mac does not like blogs. Especially mine. Things are overlapping and totally funky-monkey looking. Big sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through a large box of pictures today. Apparently, *someone* went through them before I went back to NM to get them, after I had moved to NC and was in the process of a separation. I got more irate by the minute, because a bunch of pictures of my babies, including Aislin's ultrasound pictures, were wadded up and thrown into the box. I reorganized everything, labeled all of the envelopes, and put everything into a smaller box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a picture box and put all of the pictures of Justin and his family (with and without Aislin) in the box for when she's older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found many pictures of my beloved Shadow. I haven't so much as looked at a picture of her since she died August 19, 2006. It was just too painful. I thought it has been long enough, but my heart is aching and my chest feels tight. When does the pain and sadness of losing a beloved pet and best friend go away. Sometimes it's so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stitched in a few days. I need to finish my brother in law's ornament, but I'm losing stitching motivation again. Most likely because I have so much to do that I just don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working on TW's Guardian several times a month: On Mondays for the general TW SAL, and the 3rd(?) weekend of the month for the dragon SAL at &lt;a href="http://twdesignworks.yuku.com"&gt;TW's discussion board&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe I'll get more done on him. I am bound and determined that by December 31st, 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that dragon is going to be finished and ready to frame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-1829299678733031105?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1829299678733031105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=1829299678733031105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1829299678733031105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1829299678733031105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-my-new-toy-but.html' title='I love my new toy, but...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-138791259581700612</id><published>2008-01-01T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:36:07.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just got...</title><content type='html'>the absolutely coolest Christmas present ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got back from visiting my sister yesterday evening, and a package had come for mom while they were gone. I thought nothing of it, because she gets a lot of teaching materials and books in the mail. Said package sat in the formal dining room, awaiting my parents' return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, after we picked them up at the airport, they were unpacking their suitcases, and mom pulled out a huge shopping bag. She said "We were out shopping and I saw a man carrying this. I asked him where he got it, but he said it was the last one. So I knocked him down and ran off with it!" (Mom has a very strange sense of humor.) So she hands me the bag, and inside is a gigantic, OFFICIAL St. Louis Rams fleece blanket. Of course I squealed and wrapped up in it right away. My girls keep wanting to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, mom got the package that came while she was gone. She put it on the kitchen table and asked if I knew what it was. I said I had no idea. She told me to open it. I open this little box and inside is a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbook/macbook.html"&gt;MacBook&lt;/a&gt;. I said "Neat! You got a new laptop." She said, "No, YOU got a new laptop!" I was pretty stunned and I just stared at her with her mouth open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my parents got me a new laptop for my freelancing work, and for my businesses. My brother-in-law is going to rebuild my old laptop, and try to get the cd rom working again. Then, Alyssa will have her own computer! She's just as excited as I am I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have some more things to add to my wishlist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...new toys for my new Mac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-138791259581700612?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/138791259581700612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=138791259581700612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/138791259581700612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/138791259581700612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-got.html' title='I just got...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-8150417518709707499</id><published>2007-12-27T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:39:52.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wishlist</title><content type='html'>I will obviously be adding and/or deleting as I either get something, find something else I want, or change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross Stitch Kits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janlynn:&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Sketch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanarte (Spring 2009):&lt;br /&gt;Ballet Silhouette 1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross Stitch Patterns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent Creek:&lt;br /&gt;Photobooth Snowmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passione Ricamo:&lt;br /&gt;Little Christmas Angels&lt;br /&gt;The Fairy Queen&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora Corbett Designs:&lt;br /&gt;All of the Christmas Couriers&lt;br /&gt;Santa's Sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Wentzler:&lt;br /&gt;Needle Guardian&lt;br /&gt;Miniature Autumn Sampler&lt;br /&gt;Miniature Winter Sampler&lt;br /&gt;Knotwork Bookmarks I and II&lt;br /&gt;Castles by the Sea&lt;br /&gt;Delightful Dragon Scissor Fob&lt;br /&gt;Medieval Miniature&lt;br /&gt;Celestial Sun&lt;br /&gt;Sun Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Tropical Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Sherry Collection:&lt;br /&gt;Calendar Cats All Together&lt;br /&gt;Moo Moo Moo&lt;br /&gt;Snowman&lt;br /&gt;Bee My Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Nan:&lt;br /&gt;Floral 15 with embellishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat's Whiskers Design Studio:&lt;br /&gt;Victorian Memories Chaise Lounge&lt;br /&gt;Garden Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeartBreak House:&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor Tulips&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor Pansies&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor Daffodils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Bruecken Designs:&lt;br /&gt;Say Anything Alphabet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASN:&lt;br /&gt;Cross Stitch for Photo Frames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Ann Richter:&lt;br /&gt;A Treasure of Jewish Cross Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Medieval Nativity (Treasures in Needlework 1.4 1992)&lt;br /&gt;Medieval Manuscript I (CCCC Jan/Feb 1990)&lt;br /&gt;Medieval Manuscript II (CCCC Sept/Oct 1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patterns from New Stitches Magazine:&lt;br /&gt;Henry VIII&lt;br /&gt;Catherine of Aragon&lt;br /&gt;Anne Boleyn&lt;br /&gt;Jane Seymour&lt;br /&gt;Anne of Cleves&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Howard&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth I&lt;br /&gt;Mary Queen of Scots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rovaris:&lt;br /&gt;R-29&lt;br /&gt;R-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punchneedle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Barn Collections:&lt;br /&gt;Snowman Sampler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any and all Delica beads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calligraphy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From johnnealbooks.com:&lt;br /&gt;Century turned pen holder&lt;br /&gt;Copperplate Nib Sampler&lt;br /&gt;Copperplate practice pad&lt;br /&gt;Century Oblique Holder&lt;br /&gt;Spenserian practice pad&lt;br /&gt;Learning to Write Spenserian Script&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth I: Her Life in Letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stamps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stamps Happen:&lt;br /&gt;Camelot Alphabet&lt;br /&gt;Celtic Alphabet&lt;br /&gt;Camelot Borders&lt;br /&gt;Celtic Knot Borders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny Black:&lt;br /&gt;Angel Cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-8150417518709707499?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8150417518709707499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=8150417518709707499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8150417518709707499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8150417518709707499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-wishlist.html' title='My Wishlist'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-7125124032138855923</id><published>2007-12-27T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:30:24.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking...</title><content type='html'>about making a stitching/crafting/calligraphy/beading/etc wishlist. Not that I'm going to be buying much stash for a while, as I have everything I need to finish my stitching goals for the year (with the occasional need for random floss for ornaments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone else seems to have a wishlist, and I would love to sit and stare and daydream over the yummy goodies on my list. I WILL make an attempt to be frugal, but...I have OCD and have a tendency to overcompensate when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive side of making a wishlist is that when someone asks me what I want, I can direct them to the wishlist...um...YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can just LOOK at the stuff I want, and buy once in a while as a treat for finishing a goal. Or, it could go the other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'll end up with MORE stuff I don't really need...sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-7125124032138855923?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7125124032138855923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=7125124032138855923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7125124032138855923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7125124032138855923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-thinking.html' title='I was thinking...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-2016286516128031501</id><published>2007-12-26T07:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T08:19:19.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope everyone...</title><content type='html'>had a safe and happy Christmas yesterday! My girls didn't get much this year, but they were thrilled with what they did get. Aislin is only 4, but Alyssa is so understanding and mature when it comes to knowing that Mommy can't afford much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fighting a migraine all night. After all the presents were opened yesterday, we were sitting and watching a movie Alyssa got, and a migraine hit me so suddenly that I thought I was having a stroke. For those of you who get migraines, it was the type that no type or amount of medication makes it go away, and if you even blink your head throbs. I hate it when my head throbs with my pulse. It makes me want to put a gun to my head, it was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have it, though it's not throbbing. If I sit still and not move too much then it's ok. Although my neck hurts from having to sleep sitting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make resolutions for the new year, which is odd because I NEVER make resolutions. I have tried to make resolutions before, like quit smoking or lose weight or finish a project. I know my limitations, and I know that I will never follow through with them. I always had good intentions, but well...I'm a procrastinator. And let's face it, when the kids are in bed, I'm a lazy ass. Plus I get bored with my projects and always have a desire to start something new. But this year I'm going to try to make time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my resolutions for 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stitching Related&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish Guardian, which is my longest running TW wip. &lt;br /&gt;2. Finish Desiderata, which I just started. &lt;br /&gt;3. Finish my neice's birth sampler by her 1st birthday in May. &lt;br /&gt;4. Stitch 1 ornament a month. &lt;br /&gt;5. Join the local EGA and go to the meetings/stitch ins. There's a chapter right here in town! I need a night or two a month to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work Related&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teach at least 1 class a term with UOP online.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick up at least 1 more freelance editing job.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my beading and calligraphy businesses up and going. My brother-in-law really needs to send me the logo that he designed for my beading business. I have a logo and business card designs for the calligraphy, I just need a brochure to go to the local stationary stores. The websites also need to be designed. Obviously, right now this won't be a full-time thing, but one day I hope that I won't have to work full time, and I can just freelance and have my businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personal&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1. Continue in my dance class. I'm having a blast in there and I can feel my muscles getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;2. Join a gym. There's 1 here in town that's only $10 a month. I think I can afford that. I was also told that a good exercise regime consists of a mixture of cardio (dance) and muscle training (weights).&lt;br /&gt;3. Lose 20 pounds. It seems I can't write that without laughing for some reason!&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay off 2 credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;5. Save at least $5000 by the end of the year (not including what I get back in taxes).&lt;br /&gt;6. Probably the most important of all: Have at least 2 Alyssa-only dates a month. She feels resentful sometimes that Aislin takes up so much of my time. So even if it means that Alyssa and I go to the movies, or out to dinner, or to her favorite store, or whatever, I'm going to make time for just us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. It seems like a really tall order when I read back over it, and I think I may have to adjust it in places as the year progresses. There's only so much I can do when I work full time, and freelance, and have kids to take care of. I wonder if I'm asking too much of myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll find out at the end of 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-2016286516128031501?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2016286516128031501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=2016286516128031501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2016286516128031501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2016286516128031501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hope-everyone.html' title='I hope everyone...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-5506115962091324485</id><published>2007-12-23T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:00:06.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We saw Santa...</title><content type='html'>and Alyssa actually sat on his lap. She refused for the last couple of years, but I told her I would probably be asking her to when she's an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the picture turned out really nice and cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/xmas20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I finally finished my mom and sister's ivy bowl snowmen, after...2...3(?) years. They take forever to do, just because of the painting. Plus, you have to sew a couple of seams on the little hat. And since I'm so great at sewing, I put it off as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/snowmen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little down today. I love Christmas, but I always get depressed around the holidays for some reason. I should be excited because my kids are excited. It's hard to explain I guess, but I get mad at myself because there is no reason at all why I should be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to visit my sister and her family for Christmas. My brother in law's parents moved back from Indiana, and this is my neice's first Christmas, so I don't blame my sister for wanting all of the baby's family near. Plus, my parents are going to drive down and visit my grandmother, as she is in the hospital riddled with cancer. My dad wanted to see her one last time. I wish I could have gone to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my problem lies with my mother. We were talking, and she said that my sister wants to have all the grandparents there for the baby's first Christmas. No problem. The issue is that my mother then said, "Can you blame her?" First of all, my mother missed Alyssa's first Christmas AND her first birthday (they are only 2 weeks apart) because mom was in Saudi Arabia at the time. Not her fault by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she missed Aislin's first birthday because she went gambling in Vegas with her friend, and refused to come back one day earlier for the party. Aislin's other grandmother is Jehovah Witness and doesn't celebrate birthdays, so Aislin didn't have a grandma at her first birthday party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kills is that my mother's response was that it was Aislin's first birthday and it wasn't a big deal for her to miss it because Aislin would never remember it. So why is it different with my sister's baby? Shouldn't it be the same that Annika wouldn't remember her first Christmas, so what does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. My parents have not seen their youngest grandchild since she was born in May, and they HAD to go visit my grandmother. I'm happy that they will get to see everyone. I'm just tired of my mother having different ideas for me and my sister. She doesn't even notice that she says these things. She's constantly on my ass about things, but would never dare talk to my sister the way she talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that's most of my depression problem right now. I feel selfish and stupid and immature, but I think after 30 years of my mother doing that has gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know parents aren't perfect and I don't expect them to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but they shouldn't expect their kids to be perfect either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-5506115962091324485?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5506115962091324485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=5506115962091324485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5506115962091324485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5506115962091324485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-saw-santa.html' title='We saw Santa...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-9170414933680688033</id><published>2007-12-14T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:25:17.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They're ornamentified!...</title><content type='html'>meaning they actually look like ornaments now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://sweetpeastitching.blogspot.com"&gt;Sweet Pea&lt;/a&gt; for providing me with a link to make &lt;a href="http://www.cyberstitchers.com/Resources/FinishingTechniques/BraidedCordingandTa0A0D.asp"&gt;braided cord&lt;/a&gt;, that actually *looks* like braided cord...and even a blind monkey can do it! Which is great, considering that I was definitely questioning my IQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first is my dear sister's ornament. As I said in a previous post, it's Teresa Wentzler's Intermediate Whitework Ornament stitched in DMC Color Variations. I did a snazzy fringe-y type thing around it. It actually turned out pretty, even though my stitching skills are really non-existent, and there are some places where I look at this ornament and gag. But my family knows how bad I sew, and they overlook it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/hdorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't the braid look awesome? Yes, I really do have to pat myself on the back, as my first present of the Christmas season is discovering that I can make something that's up to par with what a blind monkey can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my darling little neice's ornament. Once again, my lack of sewing skills really came into play on this one. I can barely sew a straight line, and I had to sew an oval! EGAD! It was a total nightmare. It's a good thing no one can see the side where it was hand stitched together after being stuffed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/orn0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I made the cord and tassel myself! I'm not as happy with the cord on this one, but I think it's because of the #4 braid...it didn't want to play nice with the rest of the thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm going to finish my brother-in-law's and Aislin's dance teacher's ornaments. It's a good thing that my parents are going to visit my sister for Christmas, because I can finish their ornaments for when they get back. So many ornaments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so little time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-9170414933680688033?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/9170414933680688033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=9170414933680688033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/9170414933680688033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/9170414933680688033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/theyre-ornamentified.html' title='They&apos;re ornamentified!...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-5985279978199163348</id><published>2007-12-12T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:52:38.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up...</title><content type='html'>with this crazy weather? Last week it was in the 20s. This week it's in the 70s. Tomorrow we are supposed to get a cold front to come through. But this is definitely NOT Christmas weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my sister's ornament and have gotten about 3/4 done on her hubby's. I don't really feel like posting a picture right now. But I'm going to actually finish sister's and my neice's ornaments into actual ornaments sometime today (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on other than that. What an exciting life I lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-5985279978199163348?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5985279978199163348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=5985279978199163348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5985279978199163348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/5985279978199163348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-up.html' title='What is up...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-6569514497053437567</id><published>2007-12-05T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:28:29.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear...</title><content type='html'>my sighs of frustration? I'm trying to put together my neice's ornament. I bought some fusible webbing to put on the reverse of the front of the ornament to keep the single stitches of braid from coming through the front. Ok so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought I would be smart and make my own cord and tassel. It's cheaper than buying them, and I can use the threads that are in the ornament. I see other ornaments all the time where the stitcher has made her (or his) own braid and tassel. Genius, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I can't even make the cord. It's a "simple" twisted braid that apparently only people with IQs over 200 can do. I can't get the dang thing to stop twisting up on itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to make a little tassel, but it looks...stupid...I think my little one can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between working on this stuff, all the while swearing up a storm (I'm so glad no one is home), my Dad's dog decides that today is his day to be really sick. I've been cleaning up runny poop all morning. I finally got out the carpet shampooer and threw the dogs outside. They can stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone knows of a source called "Braid and cord making for dummies," would you please pass it along? Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I need a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-6569514497053437567?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6569514497053437567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=6569514497053437567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6569514497053437567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/6569514497053437567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-you-hear.html' title='Can you hear...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-7820340328649935185</id><published>2007-12-03T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:30:24.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy dancing...</title><content type='html'>because I actually FINISHED an ornament. Meaning stitched, beaded, put together, and ready to hang on the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Cardinal by Mill Hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/xmascardinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the stitching slump is over, and I'm back into it full-speed ahead! I know this will probably sound silly, but I think I stitched this ornament as a...I don't know...memorial...to my Shadow kitty. I had no desire to do much of anything the last year since she died. I just realized how funny it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to have a bird as a memorial to a cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-7820340328649935185?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7820340328649935185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=7820340328649935185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7820340328649935185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/7820340328649935185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-happy-dancing.html' title='I&apos;m happy dancing...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-1162992070997187654</id><published>2007-11-29T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:39:08.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished stitching...</title><content type='html'>my neice's first Christmas ornament, but I have to figure out how I want to put it together. I found some instructions on how to make twisted cord and tassels, but I'm not sure if I want to make a pillow or flat type of ornament. I suppose I'll get a picture up when it's completely finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on the first of TW's ornaments for Christmas presents. I started with my sister's, and it's really pretty. The thread that I talked about in a previous post is really nice thread with a good color change. It's subtle but not, if that makes any sense. Anyway, DSis's is in blues and purples. I hope I get them all done before Christmas! I think I have about 7 to do (8 if I do one for myself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to answer this week's SBQ on this post, but it's a fairly complicated topic dealing with death (which I don't deal well with at all). So I need to do a great deal of thinking about it, and if I come up with something worth posting, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been on the hunt for an urn plate for my Shadow's urn. I have probably until after the new year to find something because the pottery maker who is designing it is busy with orders for Christmas. But none of the plates that I've seen seem to suit me or do justice to what Shadow meant to me. I would like to have something etched, like a picture of me and Shadow, or just of Shadow herself. But everything I see is so...business-like...and dull. I don't know. Maybe I'm just too picky. If anyone has any ideas please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and because I am so dense sometimes I didn't think that designers would take designs off of their sites. So I went through my WIP links and updated them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-1162992070997187654?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1162992070997187654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=1162992070997187654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1162992070997187654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1162992070997187654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-finished-stitching.html' title='I finished stitching...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-1733060143250299080</id><published>2007-11-24T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:39:50.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously do NOT know...</title><content type='html'>what is wrong with me. I feel like I can't even follow a pattern anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Desiderata away for a bit so I can get some ornaments done. I am doing a baby's first Christmas ornament for my sister's baby, and there's a simple rhodes stitch done in an oval shape. Of course it doesn't line up when I get all the way around. I'm getting seriously concerned about my brain...I don't think I'm processing things the way I should. Either that, or I just can't concentrate because there's so much going on. I'll go with the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several ornaments planned for my family. I think I'm going to do TW's &lt;a href="http://www.twdesignworks.com/Free/interwhiteorn.html"&gt;Intermediate Whitework Ornament&lt;/a&gt; for everyone in different colors of DMC's &lt;a href="http://www.dmc-usa.com/majic/pageServer/170100018k/en_US/Color-Variations-Details.html"&gt;Color Variations&lt;/a&gt;. Instead of just sewing printed fabric to the back like I usually do, I'm going to put the person's name and the year on the back. I hope they look ok, and if I can get started, that would be even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SBQ for October 10th is very interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What for you means to achieve mastery as a stitcher?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastery as a stitcher means that a person can do all the stitch types equally well, without having to refer to a diagram for every step. The stitches are neither too tight nor too loose, and they all have the same tension. It also means that a person finishes projects, not necessarily fast finishes, but finishes just the same. Finishing also means framing, making into ornaments or bellpulls, etc. There is a completed, finished product to display, not something that is languishing in drawer or closet. I only know a few people who I would consider master stitchers. Unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm not one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-1733060143250299080?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1733060143250299080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=1733060143250299080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1733060143250299080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/1733060143250299080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-seriously-do-not-know.html' title='I seriously do NOT know...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-4601545784145195515</id><published>2007-11-16T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T13:38:27.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally started...</title><content type='html'>Desiderata Sampler after drooling over it for a few years. I'm doing it in DMC except for the Waterlilies and Wildflowers it calls for. Of course, after not stitching for a while, I messed up on the very first stitch in the border around the illuminated G. I did the first rice stitch over 5 threads horizontally instead of 4. At least it was an easy fix, because I hadn't gone all the way around the box yet. But still, what a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a Mill Hill ornament kit. Actually, it's a pin kit, but I make them into ornaments. I love their little beaded kits! It's a Christmas cardinal and has fuzzy stuff to go around the outside. So cute! I'll definitely post a picture when I'm finished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that is IF I finish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-4601545784145195515?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4601545784145195515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=4601545784145195515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/4601545784145195515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/4601545784145195515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-finally-started.html' title='I finally started...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-2082028341589320762</id><published>2007-11-13T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:31:43.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, the SBQ...</title><content type='html'>for November 8. I hope to be finding time to catch up on the two years I missed *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you have to frog out stitches, do you reuse that thread or do you start over with a new strand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an easy one. Unless it is 24 carat gold thread (which it usually isn't) I would prefer to just cut out all the offending stitches and start over. Obviously, the thread is no longer useable, so I just start over with what might have been left over on the length I was stitching with. I have found that in my old age of 37, I have no patience to try to save the thread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-2082028341589320762?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2082028341589320762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=2082028341589320762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2082028341589320762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/2082028341589320762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-now-sbq.html' title='And now, the SBQ...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-8789651484741007346</id><published>2007-11-13T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:27:54.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been two years...</title><content type='html'>and I've finally gotten back into stitching and working on my blog. I had a very difficult year. My beloved Shadow died at 16 and I went into a severe depression. It has been over a year now, and I still can't get the hole in my heart to fill up. They say that time heals all wounds, but I feel like I will still feel empty for the remainder of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been stitching at all. I just haven't had the motivation to even pick up a needle. But I did get the JCS ornament issue for this year, and I think there are a few projects in there that caught my eye. I also started Desiderata, which is something I've been trying to get kitted up for a few years. I have started the rice stitch around the illuminated G, and it was very cathartic to put even a few stitches in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the home front, it seems that my baby might have ringworm. Apparently, one of the parents at Aislin's preschool didn't think it was worth telling the teachers that her child was being treated for it. So it cost me 200 dollars for the doctor visit and the medication. So thanks a whole hell of a lot lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hope your hair falls out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-8789651484741007346?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8789651484741007346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=8789651484741007346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8789651484741007346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/8789651484741007346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-two-years.html' title='It&apos;s been two years...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112711923579585945</id><published>2005-09-19T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T04:40:35.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People, please stop talking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; it becomes TMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI. Too. Much. Information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said it.  And I'll say it again.  &lt;strong&gt;TMI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care to hear about your bodily functions/sex routines/strange things you find in new places/gross labor stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care to hear about what infections you've had and where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I certainly don't care to hear about your daily bathroom habits.  When and how often you go, what it sounds like, or what it looks like is none of my business.  And I don't care to hear about what other people feel is necessary to share with you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing sacred anymore?  Have you become so desensitized to everything that you are willing to share everything and anything with anyone who will sit next to you for 30 seconds?  Do you not see the look of horror plastered on my face, or the fact that I am experiencing an entire body shudder from the visual images running through my head?   Is my green, puckered face not enough to tell you that enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a family member or a friend does not mean that I am open to hearing everything you feel a need to share.  If you really want to be a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...keep it to yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112711923579585945?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112711923579585945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112711923579585945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112711923579585945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112711923579585945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/09/people-please-stop-talking.html' title='People, please stop talking...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112653708458048144</id><published>2005-09-12T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:58:04.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With everything that's going on...</title><content type='html'>I just can't keep up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it doesn't help that we have all been sick.  Really sick.  Sick enough that Justin's mother had to come and help out for a couple of days.  Especially me and Aislin.  We have spent the last two weekends in bed, coughing and basically dying.  We had to take Aislin to the hospital this weekend too, as she was running a fever of 102 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started back to school full time also.  Even though my classes aren't as demanding as I feared, it still takes some time to study and keep up with everything.  I'm still teaching two classes in addition to school and kids and house and husband.  I'm pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should update about the county fair last month.  I placed first with TW's Knotwork Bookmark, Crossed Wing's Cardinal, Paw Printing's Queen Anne's Lace, Christmas Ornament 2004, and the Whiskey Creek Ink box that I made for my mother.  I placed second with Just Nan's Winter Blues, TW's Jeanne Love's Angel, a beaded ornament, and a purple and silver bracelet.  Not bad for my first fair!  And I finally have some things framed that I can hang around my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to finish another project for my mother.  It's called "Marilyn's Garden" (see sidebar under recently finished) and it will be her Christmas present this year.  Yep, her name's Marilyn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to finish a few more WIP's because, frankly, I'm sick of looking at them.  It really does feel good to finish things that have been sitting around yelling at me.  I try to give them all some attention, but having so many projects going really limits the time I can spend on each one.  Maybe I should pull them all out and put them in order as to the time it will take to finish each one.  Then I'll start with the ones closest to being finished.  Then again, not many stitching goals I put together come to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I need to catch up on SBQOTW.  That's one thing that I really need to keep up with.  Anyway, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For September 7th:    &lt;em&gt;Which way do you stitch (/// and then \\\ or \\\ and then ///)? Can you (or if you haven’t done it before, do you think you could) change the way that you stitch temporarily if it is asked of you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to stitch from my mother when I was 13, and have always stitched /// then \\\.  It's as natural to me as driving or breathing.  I don't think I would have any problems switching, it would just take some thinking and conscious effort on my part to keep it going.  Otherwise, I would probably switch back to the way I naturally stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For August 31st:  &lt;em&gt;What do you use to hold your fabric while you stitch? A hoop, a Q-Snap, a scroll frame, something else, or do you stitch in hand? Have you always used just the one thing or have you tried one or more of the others? Which do you like best? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started stitching with a hoop, and used that method for years.  Until I discovered scroll frames.  I always hated to rings and the squished stitches that the hoops left, and it takes a lot of time to iron them out.  Most times they don't come all the way out.  But scroll frames leaves a lot more stitching area exposed, and I can move from one section to another pretty easily.  Plus the stitches stay put and there is relatively little ironing to do on a finished piece.  I still use a hoop on smaller things, like ornaments though.  I guess old habits are hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For August 24th:  &lt;em&gt;What’s the largest project you’ve ever done? What’s the smallest?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest project I've done is my sister and brother-in-law's Wedding Sampler by TW.  It took a year of constant stitching and, even though it's 8" x 10", it's a huge project for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest project I've ever done was a little saying "Cross stitcher at work, Do not disturb."  It was done over 1 with just backstitching and it's so tiny that I'm going to make it into an ornament.  I hope to make it bigger one day, to hang on my craft room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For August 18th:   &lt;em&gt;How often do you wash your fabric for each project? Do you wait until the very end until to wash it or do you wash it more than once?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't normally wash my fabric.  Not even finished pieces.  Since most of the floss is cotton, I'm worried it will shrink or bleed.  I did wash a bunch of older pieces in the washer on delicate, and they turned out fine.  They were so dirty from sitting around for so many years that they really needed it.  But otherwise, no I don't wash them because I'm very careful to keep my hands clean and handle the piece carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for today.  Aislin is crying in her bed.  Poor baby is still not feeling well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs her Mommy.  But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...who doesn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112653708458048144?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112653708458048144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112653708458048144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112653708458048144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112653708458048144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/09/with-everything-thats-going-on.html' title='With everything that&apos;s going on...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112471288597941919</id><published>2005-08-22T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:14:46.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a big PITA...</title><content type='html'>to switch around two girls' rooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo exhausted!  I have places that hurt that I didn't even know I had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 11th, Alyssa asked Justin and I if she could switch rooms with Aislin.  When we bought our house in April 2004, Alyssa got the smaller room because it had a bigger closet.  She had a ton of Barbie stuff and horses and things that wouldn't fit in the other room's closet.  Now that she has *outgrown* those things, she doesn't need the closet room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced Justin that it would be easy.  Aislin only has a few pieces of furniture, so it would be no big deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Was. Wrong.  There, I said it.  I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on August 13th, sure we would get everything done that weekend.  We had every intention of doing something with the walls eventually, as we have laminated sheetrock.  The most hideous laminated sheetrock.  So I so naively tell Justin that I want to paint the rooms before Alyssa can hang anything.  Both rooms have wall shelves, and I figured why not do it now?  So after four days, two painful coats of primer, two even more painful coats of paint, and a lot of touch ups where the tape pulled off paint, the first room looked great.  Even if I did feel like I could sleep for a week from walking up and down the ladder for four days.  Did I forget to mention that both room's ceilings start at eight feet and slope to ten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setback number one:  the builders forgot to put baseboard in the girls' rooms.  Not a surprise because we have had nothing but problems with this house from day one.  So Justin said he wants to trim the rooms.  I say ok, but no more laminated crap like the trim all over the house.  I want real trim.  Four more days and four coats of paint and the trim is installed.  It looks fabulous!  Justin installed that stuff like an expert!  Although he did have a bit of trouble holding the nails.  Missing thumb you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we need to reinstall the shelve sets, but of course we have to buy another set because Aislin only had one set while Alyssa had two.  Setback number two:  does Lowe's have the three-foot shelves we used before in stock?  Nooooooo!  Because that would be too easy.  We had to get six foot shelves and cut them down.  Shelves are now installed on either side of the window.  Looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Aislin's furniture moves easily, except the crib, which has to be taken apart.  No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Alyssa's furniture moves easily.  We had to take the bed apart, detach the hutches from her desk and dresser, and take her computer apart.  No problem.  Move bed into room...setback number three:  headboard hits the wall as I'm attaching it to the bed frame.  Yep, you guessed it.  The latex paint peeled off the laminate like a big sticker.  I swore.  A lot.  Good thing I had a styrofoam bowl of paint in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setback number four:  As Alyssa and I were moving her bookcase, I ran it over my foot and broke my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Alyssa is changing her room theme from purple flowers to green frogs, we spent some time online looking for new bedding and accessories.  We found things she liked quickly.  Then I thought it would be cute to install matching switchplates and outlet covers.  Setback number five:  we don't have standard covers.  They are of a snap-in type, and the only ones available are the ones that screw in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the genius that I am, the girls and I went to Hancock fabrics and found a bright pink fabric with little green frogs all over it.  I wrapped the fabric around the cover, cut out the center and hot glued it all down.  Then I put three coats of Mod Podge over the fabric to give it that *laminated* look.  Even though the MP darkened the pink to a more pinky-orange, Alyssa loves it and thinks I'm the coolest Mom ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else went pretty smooth, and I even got two bags of trash out of Alyssa's room!  Can that girl collect some junk!  And Aislin is now sleeping in her own bed after sleeping between Justin and I--mostly sideways--for eight days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of noon yesterday, the girls have brand new rooms.  But I didn't bother painting Aislin's room yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112471288597941919?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112471288597941919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112471288597941919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112471288597941919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112471288597941919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-was-big-pita.html' title='It was a big PITA...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112335776687729841</id><published>2005-08-06T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:17:15.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We just got back...</title><content type='html'>from getting new pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are for Aislin's 2nd birthday.  Alyssa is 11 and I'll be getting a portrait of her in her ballet recital costume soon.  The rest of the pictures are in my Webshots album in the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/aislys3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/ais5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/ais3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/aislys2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/lys1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they such pretty girls?  Yes, I'm a very proud Mama.  But Daddy was walking around like a peacock.  I said we would get a few pictures because we don't really have a lot of money right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$204.00 later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112335776687729841?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112335776687729841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112335776687729841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112335776687729841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112335776687729841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-just-got-back.html' title='We just got back...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112325059049173296</id><published>2005-08-05T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:06:30.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm past due...</title><content type='html'>on the SBQOTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have the best intentions on keeping up with this on a weekly basis.  After all, this blog is supposed to be about stitching.  But as my mother says, "I've slept since then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3rd:  &lt;em&gt;Have you hand-dyed your own fabric? Why or why not? Would you like to try to do so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I have never dyed my own fabric.  I would love to, and am envious of those stitchers I know who have tried this.  C even dyed some with koolaid!  It turned out lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm worried about the mess.  Or the fact that I'm such a perfectionist that I will hate every piece.  Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 27th:  &lt;em&gt;What is your most unique/interesting stitching quirk? (This could be something concerning the way you stitch, how you organize your stash, etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that it's interesting, but it is a quirk.  I'm obsessive about how my stitches lay.  They have to lay side-by-side, not twisted, and all the stitches have to be the same height.  Meaning that if I look at my stitching from the side, there better not be any stitches sticking up higher or sitting lower than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have several tools to help in this endeavor.  I can't remember the name, but I have a stitch *tucker*.  It is like a big needle that can be pushed down into the holes of the fabric and it *tucks* stitches toward the back.  How's that for obsessive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 20th:  &lt;em&gt;Have you ever done a color conversion? If so, what did you think about your results and would you do it again? If not, would you like to try someday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have done a conversion.  I did TW's Knotwork Bookmark, which she designed with color conversions in mind.  I was very happy with it, and used my absolute favorite colors.  I'm going to enter it in the county fair this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely yes I would do it again!  TW also has a dragon that calls for conversions, and I have looked at some colors for him also.  The only problem I have is taking so long to find the *right* colors.  But there is such a sense of pride when the colors I choose actually work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have framed my first piece for the fair this year.  It's my first fair, so I am very excited and completely nervous.  Since my sister Heather is so stingy and won't let me enter her gorgeous wedding sampler that will probably win a blue ribbon (I love you Sissy!) I had to find some other pieces.  But I think I've picked some nice things to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  TW's Knotwork Bookmark.  Not actually finished into a bookmark yet.  I'm just waiting on the vinyl sleeve and tassel.  I was thinking dark brown to match the brown in the border.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/bookmark2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  An ornament.  I just have to put on the hanger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/ornament2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Winter Blues by Just Nan under samplers.  Needs to be framed but I will probably do that today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/blues.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  TW's Jeanne Love's Angel.  The first thing I framed myself!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/twbbshadowkitty/angel2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Main Street Box.  This was a recent finish for my mother, but she generously allowed me to enter it in the fair.  It will be under perforated paper.  It can be seen under recent finishes in the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the details for these pieces can be found in my webshots albums.  Look under "My favorite links" in the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I'm thinking about include a piece of jewlery that I made, a silk gauze piece, a beaded ornament, and a beaded egg.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures as I finish things.  I'm so excited though, and I'm going to be selfish once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and hope I win something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112325059049173296?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112325059049173296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112325059049173296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112325059049173296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112325059049173296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-past-due.html' title='I&apos;m past due...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112316068279915728</id><published>2005-08-04T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:04:42.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day...</title><content type='html'>that my parents are moving to North Carolina.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, hard, 2-day drive from New Mexico.  I understand completely why they are moving.  My mother has never liked the Southwest.  She was raised in places like Washington state, California, and Alaska, and she was born in North Carolina, so it has been very hard on her here.  She was stationed in this state twice while in the military, and she retired in this town in 2001.  But she wants to be near her deceased father's family and get a teaching job out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone.  I am very used to moving.  We moved every 2-3 years when I was growing up.  That's the life of a military brat.  But the older I get, the more I want to settle down.  I want to have a "home."  I've never had a place I could call home because I wasn't ever from anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the older I get the more I want to be closer to my parents.  I have seen them every day for the last 5 years.  Now I won't see them but once or twice a year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very selfish.  I feel like a big baby.  But I still feel very lonely, even with Justin and my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be busy this fall, with school and work and family.  Will that make the time pass by faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Christmas will come early this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112316068279915728?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112316068279915728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112316068279915728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112316068279915728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112316068279915728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112264680805874313</id><published>2005-07-29T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:20:08.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time run off to...</title><content type='html'>when you don't do much during the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean that in the most sincere way, in that it seems that the days pass by faster this summer when I'm not working, than during the school year when I teach.  It's unbelievable, because I'm even getting up earlier in the morning than usual.  Then I blink, and the day is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm focused on this aspect even more than usual because my baby, Aislin, turned 2 years old this last Saturday.  Plus she got her first haircut.  She screamed the whole time.  I really need to post pictures.  But her turning 2 is impossible, because it hasn't even been enough time to forget the labor pains.  She just can't be 2!  Can't be!  And Alyssa can't be 11 1/2 and going into 6th grade!  And she has boobs!  My little Peanut is as tall as me and has boobs.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Why are they allowed to grow up?  I guess I took it for granted that they would always be babies and need me and be able to snuggle on my lap.  Selfish, yes, but see previous posts.  I think I'm wallowing in misery because I got out their baby books to reminisce and to update Aislin's and the changes just got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, Justin's thumb is looking great!  After just 2 months after amputating it, it is almost fully healed.  There is some concern with the nail, as a little bitty sliver of it is trying to grow, which is gross, and the doctor will decide in 3 months what to do with it.  But it doesn't hurt as much as it did, and he's now getting weird phantom pains in it.  I just feel bad for him when he tries to do something that requires a thumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and he forgets it's not there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112264680805874313?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112264680805874313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112264680805874313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112264680805874313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112264680805874313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-does-time-run-off-to.html' title='Where does the time run off to...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112140806354693653</id><published>2005-07-15T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:03:04.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, twice in one day...</title><content type='html'>that I have finished a project.  Granted they are very small, but I feel a great sense of accomplishment.  Not only is the stitching finished, but they are framed and ready to display!  They are over on my sidebar under "Recent Finishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing projects is part of my self-imposed therapy for trying to work through my OCD.  One of the problems is being a perfectionist and I take so much time just to finish something.  I pick at the stitches and take them out if they don't look right to me.  I spend hours with tweezers pulling out little cat hairs that only I can see.  And the thought of leaving a mistake gives me a panic attack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind that I was going to finish something, anything today.  And I finished two!  Yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I need to catch up on SBQOTW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11th:  &lt;em&gt;What do you do when you have some sort of obligation stitching to do, but don’t want to do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate obligation stitching in general, because it's always patterns that I probably wouldn't ever do unless it was for that person.  When I did TW's Wedding Sampler for my sister and brother-in-law last year, I pulled out my hair and cried and threw a fit and begged Justin to not make me do anymore.  It was the greens.  All those damn confetti greens that TW is famous for.  But I pushed along and got more excited as I got more done, and I couldn't wait to be finished so they could see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I model stitch for one company about every three months, and once again they may send something that I don't particularly like, but I have to finish it within the deadline or 1) I may not get paid, and 2) they may not send another model for me to stitch.  I think I'm more excited seeing my name associated with the piece than with stitching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are those pieces, like my dad's "Forest Deer," that has been languishing in the "I hate you" pile for several years.  I think it was supposed to be his Christmas present for the year 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6th:   &lt;em&gt;Do you think that you stitch neater on Evenweave than you do on Aida cloth? If so, why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think I stitch better on Aida than on evenweave.  I hate hate hate stitching on Aida, but since it's stiffer and harder to pull and distort the threads, my stitching just looks better than on evenweave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still won't stitch on aida though, unless it's something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said I wasn't a snob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112140806354693653?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112140806354693653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112140806354693653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112140806354693653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112140806354693653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow-twice-in-one-day.html' title='Wow, twice in one day...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112137084656288201</id><published>2005-07-14T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:54:06.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I've finally come to a point in my life...</title><content type='html'>...where I really don't feel like stressing about stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'm a complete "Type-A personality," but it seems that the things I was worrying about is not so major in the grand scheme of things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bill collectors.  I most often worry about bills.  Are there any due today?  Did I pay this one or that one?  How is my credit?  I have almost perfect credit and I don't want to ruin it.  Now most people do worry about keeping up with their bills, but I'm really sick of obsessing about it on a daily basis.  I am not teaching this summer so I am a little behind (40 days) on one credit card.  Most days this would have me in migraine status.  But today I told the *customer service* rep that I am paying what I can when I can, and will get back on schedule when my contract comes up again in August.  I can't do anything else about it, I can't give them money I don't have, so I'm not going to freak out like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My girls.  Normally I obsess about how they look.  Are they wearing clean clothes?  Are their faces washed and hair combed before going out in public?  Have they bathed recently?  For health factors, yes, I make sure they bathe and comb their hair and brush their teeth on a daily basis.  But Alyssa (11 1/2) is giving me fits with her clothes.  I try to buy her a new shirt and a pair of pants or skirt about every month.  Shoes and school clothes are about twice a year.  Recently I bought her a pair of black converse that she *had* to have.  3 weeks later I made her throw them away because she had colored all over them with Sharpies.  And not nice coloring either.  Mom said I should have made her wear them anyway, but I'm so afraid of someone questioning my parental judgment that it was almost impossible to let her walk out the door with them on.  I don't want her to look like a rag, but I'm beginning to realize that it's not worth obsessing about, because if someone questions me I'll just tell them that she's the one who writes on her shoes and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My house.  I spend a great deal of time cleaning.  Of course I don't want a messy house, but going to obsessive lengths to make sure the house is immaculate all the time is depressing me.  One of my goals is to realize that I don't have to scrub everything every day.  The girls won't get sick if the floor doesn't get mopped every day!  Will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  School.  I HAVE to get straight A's.  I had a 4.0 GPA with my Master's Degree, and I don't think anything less is good enough for me.  I just started back to school to get a public school teaching license and I got an A in the first class.  But does it matter if I don't get A's in everything?  It used to.  Now I'm not so sure.  Not that I'm going to slack off or anything, but I don't know that it's healthy to be so obsessive about it.  And I really see the affect it has on Alyssa if she doesn't get straight A's.  My best should be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My parents.  Especially my mom.  I always have to try to be perfect for them.  Not that they expect it, it comes from me only.  I know I disappointed them quite a bit while I was growing up, and I don't want to continue.  I am bound and determined to realize that my parents do love me and are proud of me.  Once again, being happy with myself has to come into play.  But my parents are moving all the way across the country in a few weeks.  How will I function without them?  Wait, I'm 35 and I have a job and a husband and kids.  I have to tell myself I'm a big girl now, and flying is cheap these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are the things I obsess about the most.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My beautiful, intelligent, funny, sweet, healthy girls.  They really keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My handsome, caring, tender husband.  Tough on the outside, soft on the inside...just the way I like 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a place to live, food to eat, tv to watch, and cross stitch.  It doesn't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Loving parents and family and a few very close friends who make life that much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My brother is still safe in Iraq.  Please support our troops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to focus on these aspects now, because the other worries just seem silly by comparison.  No I'm not selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have OCD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112137084656288201?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112137084656288201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112137084656288201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112137084656288201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112137084656288201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-ive-finally-come-to-point-in.html' title='I think I&apos;ve finally come to a point in my life...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112016198967549872</id><published>2005-06-30T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:06:29.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been that long...</title><content type='html'>since I've replied to the SQOTW?  I guess it has.  Doesn't time just fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For June 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When starting a new project, do you start in the middle? If you do, once you’ve worked down to the bottom, do you turn your chart and fabric around so that you are stitching the top section downwards again or do you just stitch upwards from the middle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a great question!  I am &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; a center starter.  Always have been and always will be.  I have tried starting in the upper left corner, but it seems that I can't get the stitching centered that way.  I did one Just Nan sampler that I started at the top left, but I left enough fabric that, even though it was off center, it left enough for framing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't work from the pattern upside down either.  I just sort of spread out from the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For June 22:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are there any types of designs that you won’t stitch?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a wannabe Athiest, any type of religious designs make me uncomfortable.  I do celebrate Christmas and love to stitch Christmas designs, but I tend to stay away from anything with a Biblical element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tend to stay away from several particular designers that put out abstract, flat types of designs.  There are some Celtic Crosses or stained glass windows that come to mind.  Not only do they turn me off, but they tend to give me a headache for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't like doing really cutesy designs anymore.  That was the only type I would stitch when I was younger, and I think they really helped me in learning the technique.  But I don't think they really challenge me anymore.  But I would stitch one if it was for a baby or a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For June 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel the need to stitch a design from a specific designer just to say that you’ve experienced stitching one of their designs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Excellent question!  I would say for the most part no.  There are many designers out there that people love that I just can't bring myself to stitch.  And even if I did start one, I would most likely not finish it and then it would languish in a box with my other "I-don't-love-you-anymore" WIPs.  Most of the Mirabilia patterns are that way for me because it doesn't seem like she does anything different each time, so I can never get excited about them.  It's always a yellow fairy.  Bleck!  Although I do love her Royal Holiday queen and would love to stitch her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I finished Teresa Wentzler's Wedding Sampler for my sister last year.  I love it when I get to brag that I actually finished a larger TW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For June 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you like least about cross stitching?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing I dislike most is that it takes so long to see any progress on a larger or smaller complicated design.  I am a slow stitcher and it takes me hours to see any progress.  I can stitch until I'm sore and have a headache, and then want to cry because it doesn't look like anything different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really dislike it when you come to the end of a length of thread, and have to rethread the needle for one more stitch!  Grrrrrr!  Especially when it's a blend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like that's what I missed for the time being.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how time just gets away from you.  And I'm supposed to have more time in the summer.  I'm not working, the kids are home, and I'm not doing much.  We don't have ballet and soccer and band and day care or anything right now.  But I am taking an online education class.  It doesn't take that much time, maybe 5 hours a week, but I think after spending that much time in on online class I don't really feel like spending any more time on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just too hot here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I hate it when my bare legs stick to the chair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112016198967549872?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112016198967549872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112016198967549872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112016198967549872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112016198967549872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/has-it-really-been-that-long.html' title='Has it really been that long...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-112010765208975793</id><published>2005-06-30T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T01:06:02.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normally I don't feed into this type of thing...</title><content type='html'>but I can't stand by and just watch anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about Tom Cruise and his behavior and comments as of late.  The man is becoming dangerous and a threat to the public.  His *ahem* knowledgeable discussion with Matt Lauer recently about mental health and medication is irresponsible and self-serving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read a transcript of the interview here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/8343367/"&gt;Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His condescending, holier-than-though attitude with Matt Lauer was enough to make me vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His attack on Brooke Shields, who was very courageous to come forward and share her ordeal with post-partum depression, was ignorant and hateful.  How can he not see that there are people who look up to him and will follow what he says just because he's TOM CRUISE?  Does he not think about the repercussions of what his comments will mean to people who desperately need help?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one person who has suffered from a lifetime of depression and suicide attempts.  And I suffered from severe post-partum depression when my oldest daughter was born.  Anti-depressants have saved my life.  Anti-depressants have helped me to get out of bed and have the courage to face the day.  And anti-depressants have assured that Aislin and Alyssa will have a mommy to see them grow up.  Would he tell them to their little faces that "mommy just needs to take more vitamins"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have signed a petition that says I am boycotting "War of the Worlds."  As someone with a degree in English, I am sorry to say that I am not going to see a movie that I was so looking forward to.  I love and respect Steven Spielberg, and I am sorry that Tom Cruise's behavior will affect his movie.  But this is my political stand against a dangerous, uneducated, and narcissitic "man" who spouts his trash to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there who say that Tom Cruise has a right to speak about anything he wants, and we don't have to listen.  I agree to a point.  As a public figure I believe he has a responsibility, like a parent or a teacher, to think about who might be listening.  And I for one would not want my children to hear his opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree that Tom Cruise's behavior and comments have gone too far, please sign this petition.  If anything, it will let him know that there are many, many people who have lost respect for him (if they had any at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Tomkat/"&gt;Petition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't choose to sign, that's fine too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I sincerely hope you enjoy the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-112010765208975793?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112010765208975793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=112010765208975793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112010765208975793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/112010765208975793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/normally-i-dont-feed-into-this-type-of.html' title='Normally I don&apos;t feed into this type of thing...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111833552611985834</id><published>2005-06-09T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:45:26.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come to the conclusion...</title><content type='html'>that children are born crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, nutty, bizarre, strange...whatever you want to label it, it still comes down to the same condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my little girls with a passion.  But they're weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point #1.  Alyssa, 11, loves animals.  Not so strange because she takes after her mom.  But right now Alyssa is obsessed with all things kitten.  She wants a new kitten, and I'm sure my 14-year-old cat Shadow would be thrilled with the idea, considering that Shadow freaks out if a bug lands on her.  She hides for days!  Anyway, for the last 4 days Alyssa has been in my face about a kitten.  Literally.  In my face.  She stands next to me with her nose on my cheek.  When I ask her "what?" she replies, "Can I get a kitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I'm sound asleep on the couch with Aislin, Alyssa puts her face right next to mine, which guarantees I'm going to wake up with a start.  "Mom," she whispers.  "Can I get a kitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point #2.  I have the most intelligent, brilliant girls to ever grace the face of the earth.  Aislin will be 2 in July, and her vocabulary is progressing at an astonishing rate.  She can also use my cell phone to call everyone in my phone book.  Grammy and Grandma are her favorites.  She absolutely loves to jabber on her play phone, and carries my cell around with it tucked against her shoulder, walking around and talking and saying "Uh huh" like Mommy.  But when someone calls to talk to her, she won't talk.  She will only talk if she hangs up on the person.  Someone on the phone?  Acts like she can't speak a word.  Hangs up on the person?  Talks like she's been doing it for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also named her feet.  Right foot "Mama."  Left foot "Dada."  She point back and forth stating her feet names.  Mama.  Dada.  Mama.  Dada.  Mama.  Dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this cannot be an isolated incident.  I'm sure that everyone's child(ren) is (are) weird.  So I just have to say...Mom, Dad...I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sincerely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111833552611985834?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111833552611985834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111833552611985834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111833552611985834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111833552611985834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-come-to-conclusion.html' title='I&apos;ve come to the conclusion...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111712851257717631</id><published>2005-05-26T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:28:32.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed out on a few...</title><content type='html'>Stitching Bloggers QOTW since I have been feeling so horrible the last few weeks.  But since Alyssa is at her friend's house, and Aislin is eating popcorn and watching Nick Jr, I have a few minutes to get caught up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 11th: &lt;em&gt;Given the option, would you rather buy a chart and get the material and floss together yourself, or buy a pre-packed kit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all depends on two things:  1) Is the design available as a pattern?  2) What is the quality of the materials in the kit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been finding that I am becoming more irritated with kit quality as I get into more complex designs.  I used to stitch exclusively from kits because they seem to be more cost effective when you are on a very limited budget.  But now I can't stand to stitch on Aida, and the quality of a lot of kit floss leaves much to be desired.  In fact, I just started a limited edition Mickey Mouse kit and just couldn't bear the thought of stitching on the Aida provided, so I switched out with a piece of 28 count linen.  If the kit is something I really want to do, and if it has linen or evenweave, I'll usually buy it.  But if it's in leaflet form I will usually just kit it up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18th:  &lt;em&gt;How many strands of floss to you prefer to stitch with? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99% of the time I use 2 strands on a 28 count fabric.  That is the standard and I'm quite happy with the coverage it gives most of the time.  Some designers call for 3 strands on 28 count, which does provide a blanket-like coverage.  But I find that the 3 strands get "lumpy" and start to really bug me.  It doesn't lay nicely like 2 strands!  My favorite stitching is over 1 with 1 strand.  Over 1 allows you to get some great details into a design.  And I think I like it because I know many people really aren't comfortable with over-1 stitching.  Yep, I'm a cross stitch snob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25th:  &lt;em&gt;How do you deal [with] a "stitching slump?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about anyone else but I have had some ultimate stitching slumps.  I had one that lasted for 7 years!  It was bound to happen, considering I have been stitching for 22 years!  I just walked away from it and didn't look back, until I found Teresa Wentzler's designs and her bulletin board.  That got me completely obsessed again, and I became a collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the smaller slumps, where I just don't feel like looking at any stitching, I usually read.  Sometimes that helps, sometimes doesn't.  Other times I will look at a designer that I normally wouldn't stitch, or find something that has a lot of different types of stitches in it.  Just Nan samplers or any type of sampler is really good for this.  I also look at Bent Creek or Lizzie*Kate designs, because most of them are fairly quick finishes and the use of overdyed threads makes the stitching a little more interesting.  But other times there is nothing I can do, and I just have to let it pass.  You can only be excited for so long at one time about making x after x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm caught up now!  Hopefully I will be on time with next week's answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unless Dumbass cuts off his other thumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111712851257717631?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111712851257717631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111712851257717631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111712851257717631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111712851257717631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-missed-out-on-few.html' title='I missed out on a few...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111696861532562414</id><published>2005-05-24T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T17:03:35.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's not one thing...</title><content type='html'>it's another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't felt like doing much at all this month.  I got my students' grades in early, and after that everything just went to shit.  Here is a summary of being me the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, why Kenny Chesney, why?  Why have you forsaken me?  Didn't the thousands of emails and the underpants I sent mean anything to you?  Don't you know the energy it takes for me to email you that much, and to follow you around the world?  Not to mention the perfectly good pair of drawers that I sent.  Do you not understand the trouble I could be in with my husband if he found out that I was following another man around the world?  All the money I've spent on concert tickets and cds and t-shirts?  The fact that I had my "Justin" tattoo scratched out and had "Kenny" tattooed right below it?  Don't you understand the world of shit I would be in?  No.  You don't.  Because you had to go and secretly marry a stick.  With blonde hair.  Yeah sure, she's got an Oscar.  But does she really love you Kenny?  I mean you've only known her for 4 months, while I've been loving you for YEARS!  Years Kenny!  Ok, ok, so you wrote a song when you saw her in "Jerry McGuire."  Big deal.  All your other love songs were about me, weren't they Kenny?  You just couldn't wait until I could pay off my student loans so we could be together.  Fine.  If that's the way you want it.  Mail me back my damn underwear!  And by the way, you shouldn't run around barefooted so much.  Grown men have ugly feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's a joke.  I wish Kenny and Renee all the love and happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Teresa Wentzler, why have you forsaken me also?  Your cross stitch designs are what I live for.  The obsession began with "Unicorn" and just spiraled from there.  I guess people buying your over 100 designs just isn't good enough for you, is it TW?  I've sent you birthday cards, and terrific emails, and have participated at your bulletin board for 8 years!  8 years TW!  And you decide that you have to take a sabatical from designing cross stitch to pursue your other artistic endeavors!  We don't even get the ones you are working on right now?  I have EVERY ONE of your designs!  Well except Mimi and Victorian Portrait.  But I do have all the other ones.  I guess the only thing I can do is sell off my TW collection, become a hermit, and never stitch or do anything crafty again.  You did this because of me, didn't you TW?  DIDN'T YOU?  Am I not good enough to work on your designs?  Just because I have so many started and have only finished 1 larger one, doesn't mean that I won't finish any more.  Please, TW!  Please don't quit!  I'll send you all my money!  I'll sacrifice myself to the Goddess of the Blended Threads!  I'll go on Fear Factor and eat everyone's bugs and worms and eyeballs and moldy crap for them! No?  OK fine.  But I'll never be able to look at 3041 or 3042 again without relapsing back into what my medication takes care of.  And it will be all your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, another joke.  I wish TW all the happiness and success with her new artwork that she had with her cross stitch designs.  What a wonderful woman she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in between the heart-crushing realizations that Kenny Chesney is off the market, and I will be getting no more cross stitch designs in the forseeable future from TW, I have come to the conclusion that I am married to a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a dumbass.  Said dumbass cut off his thumb.  Yeah, you heard right.  He cut off his left thumb right in the middle of the knuckle.  And then he went to bed.  Nope, he didn't tell me a thing, just put some tape around it and climbed into bed next to me.  Check this out...he was out making wooden stakes on the table saw.  I thought maybe at first we were having a vampire scare, but it turns out he wanted to stake off the driveway because we are putting in a yard.  But one stake got caught up in the saw, and instead of turning the saw off and removing the wood that way, dumbass decides that it would be less time-consuming if he tried to "nudge" the wood through.  And ZIP!  there goes his left thumb.  Most normal people, including most of the men I know who normally just fix their cuts with electrical tape, would have at least let their wives know, "Hey honey, I just cut off my thumb.  Can you bring me a beer?"  I don't even get that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 10pm with the start of a migraine, and dumbass came to bed at 11pm.  At 1am I hear the clear packing tape being pulled off the roll.  You know the sound I mean...that "EEEERRRRRPPPPP!" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go into the kitchen, and dumbass has a piece of gauze around his thumb, trying to tear off packing tape to wrap around it.  So I go to help and find out what happened.  Following is our conversation, word for word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Honey, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass:  Oh I just cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ok well let me help you.  How bad is it?&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass:  Not bad, I think I cut off the tip, but I don't think I hit the bone.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, that's good.  Wait, you cut off the tip?  Don't you think you should let me take you to the hospital?  It may need stitches.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass:  No I'm fine, I just need to wrap it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Justin!  JUSTIN!  Sit down!  Justin SIT DOWN!  &lt;br /&gt;*sound of dumbass hitting the floor*&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ok I'm calling mom and we're going in.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass:  No please don't!  I'm fine, I just got dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No you are getting your ass in the car and we're going to the hospital!  Now get your pants on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mother says she is on her way to stay with the girls.  Meanwhile I find that the bed, his pillow, and everything in that area is saturated with blood.  Little did I know just how bad it was!  We go to the ER and when the nurse takes off the gauze I have a mini seizure and start crying out "WHY?  WHY DID YOU GO TO BED!"  I realize know that he was in horrible shock, but it was probably the worst thing I have ever seen.  Those of you familiar with table saws know that they don't make clean cuts.  And of course since we live in a little bitty town, the ER can't do anything without an orthopedic surgeon to look at it.  So the nurse kinda cleans it, and wraps it, and gives dumbass a shot of Demerol.  But he has to wait to get it fixed until we can get to Lubbock (100 miles away) to see an OS.  Luckily my mother-in-law is friends with one.  But he is gushing blood and stuff for 15 hours.  It's all sewn up now, no problem.  He has an appointment tomorrow to get it checked and the dressing changed.  And his best friend is calling him "Stubbs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this story ladies, is that when your dumbass tells you he's fine, say "OK honey"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and take him directly to the emergency room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111696861532562414?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111696861532562414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111696861532562414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111696861532562414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111696861532562414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-its-not-one-thing.html' title='If it&apos;s not one thing...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111539425484617826</id><published>2005-05-06T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:44:14.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday, so I missed...</title><content type='html'>the Stitching Blogger's QOTW on Wednesday.  I've been putting a bunch of things up on Ebay to get rid of.  Plus my last day of class was yesterday so I've been grading and getting my students ready for their final exam on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok, because we get a 2-fer question this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you finish all your finished pieces? (pillow, frame, etc,) If so, how do you finish the pieces? If not what do you do with them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very rarely finish any of my pieces.  My sister has two that are finished and framed, Lizzie*Kate's Bless the Graduate and TW's Wedding Sampler.  Hopefully she will send me a picture of WS soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those two the only things I have actually finished are some ornaments.  Most of the Mill Hill ornaments I stitch I finish because I can just cut them out of the perforated paper and slap on some sticky backed felt.  Nothing could be easier!  I have sewn up and stuffed a few other ornaments, but I am so embarrassed by my lack of sewing skills that I try to avoid sewing anything.  The ones I have done look so bad, but my family members that have received them really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've done a couple of magnets too.  One for a friend and one for my sister.  Those were easy to sew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining pieces that I have stitched are sitting flat in a nice box.  I would like to have them framed because my walls are so bare, except for the 3 million pictures of my girls.  It does cost more money to frame than I have right now though so they will have to sit there for a while.  But every once in a while I visit them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your opinion of Internet "freebies?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freebie patterns are so diverse and varied.  Between different designers and subjects, I could get really addicted to printing them out.  In fact, I just got rid of a stack of about 300 freebie patterns!  I have realized that I have far too many designs to stitch and need to get rid of about 75% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I try to stick to freebies from my favorite designers:  Teresa Wentzler, Victoria Sampler, etc.  I have all the freebies from Dragon Dreams too, but the rest I have are very different.  I have to be realistic about any pattern I get, and ask myself if I am really going to stitch it or is it going to sit in the binder forever?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably didn't answer the question, but I'm in a hurry.  I have to head to the university to pick up student essays.  I have to take Aislin with me today because Mom is at work.  Summer's coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no grading for 3 whole months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111539425484617826?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111539425484617826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111539425484617826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111539425484617826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111539425484617826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-friday-so-i-missed.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, so I missed...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111463235512580609</id><published>2005-04-27T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:05:55.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for...</title><content type='html'>the stitching blogger's QOTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you set stitching goals?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...good question.  It's difficult to set goals for anything, between being a mom and wife and teacher and soon-to-be student again.  So where can I fit in all my stitching time and my new obsession for beading (I would like to open a store one day!) in addition to playing mommy, cleaning, teaching, and grading?  And not to mention all the other crafty things I like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally set goals as far as a rotation or have to do *x number* of hours on a project before I get to move on.  I follow what's known as the *screaming* rotation, ie work on whatever screams the loudest until I'm sick of looking at it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a couple of monthly scheduled stitch-a-longs that I work on also.  The second weekend of every month is dedicated to TW's Romeo and Juliet, and the last weekend is dedicated to TW's Lady of Shallot.  I try to tell myself on that starting Friday that I'll finish something specific on that design, like LOS's cushion or Juliet's dress, over the weekend.  Hasn't happened so far.  But after the weekend is up I stitch until I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unofficial goal for 2005 is to finish at least one large project.  I would like it to be one of my UFO's (stitching that I have about half finished but started hating them), but actually anything would be great.  I think I get sick of looking at these faster than the other projects, and put them away in disgust after only a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess another unofficial goal is to use what I have in my stash to kit up those projects that I would like to start working on.  I need to quit buying stash, and since I have so much fabric and floss I really should see what I can kit up.  But then again do I really need more WIPs?  I mean, honestly, the list at the right is overwhelming as it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last unofficial goal is to go through everything I have and either sell, trade, or auction off the stuff I don't want.  That means going through tons of magazines and culling the ones that don't have at least one project I can see myself doing in the near future.  I try to be honest with myself, but sometimes I'll see one that I just have to keep for whatever reason.  And a lot of my patterns, well, I can't remember what I was so attracted to in the first place.  As my tastes change I find that I want more patterns than I can sell, and just want to *have* them.  I like to hoard!  You stitchers know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my unofficial goals for this year (and it won't kill me if they aren't accomplished) are to:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Finish 1 (at least) larger project&lt;br /&gt;2.  Kit up projects that I can from my stash&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do some major stash reduction (and limit my buying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems do-able...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111463235512580609?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111463235512580609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111463235512580609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111463235512580609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111463235512580609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-for.html' title='Time for...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111445988436815995</id><published>2005-04-25T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:11:24.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't get any easier...</title><content type='html'>to lose a beloved pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I took my mother to the vet to have their dog, Max, put to sleep.  He was the sweetest dog.  He never complained, he never argued, and best of all his temperament was amazing.  Kids could crawl all over him and he would never make a sound.  He loved babies and kittens, and licked both with equal zest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as you think your animals will be with you forever...they just can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when they get sick.  Really sick.  Max had a very strange cancer.  One of the cells from his salivary glands traveled up into his forehead and became cancerous.  By the time we noticed anything, it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lump above his left eye just appeared one day.  And then his eyes started bulging out.  The doctor said he had glaucoma, so we started giving him glaucoma medicine.  The doctor said he had Horn's disease, and the lump should go away on its own.  Then the doctor said, "Let's do a biopsy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be cancer, and the doctor said he only had a couple of months to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Max never complained.  Not once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Friday.  He bumped into Mother's leg and cried.  He was in serious pain.  And his right eye was bulging and looked rotten.  Obviously the tumor behind the eye had cut off the blood flow to the eye itself.  It was time for him to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took him to the vet that afternoon.  Mother was crying and saying that Max was acting like a puppy, running around and eating like normal.  But I knew, just like I knew the lump wasn't good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took a few seconds.  Max slowly relaxed and went to sleep.  And he didn't make a sound.  Mother was holding his chin in her hand because she couldn't hold his head.  It was too painful for him.  The doctor placed his head on his paws, and he looked just like he did when he slept at home.  I don't know if that was comforting or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot of guilt about Max.  He wasn't really my dog, since my parents got him when I was 20.  He turned 15 this month.  But I feel like I maybe talked Mother into doing it, if only for *Max's sake*.  I couldn't stand the thought of that sweet dog turning mean because of the tumors pushing on his brain.  I couldn't stand the thought of him going through seizures, or dying in more pain than he was already in.  And I really couldn't stand the thought of coming over during the day while Mother is at work and finding him dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother had hoped he would die in his sleep, so that she wouldn't be forced to make one of the hardest decisions of her life, but he was tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, Alyssa, has been hit the hardest.  Max was around for 4 years before she was born.  He was her best friend.  We lived with my parents for several years and Max slept in her room.  She took him for walks, and in every family picture we have, Max is in her lap.  Alyssa can't stop crying, and I don't really know how to comfort her except to say that I know how she feels.  I have been through the same thing and, although the hurt never fully goes away, it does get easier.  That deep, rotting sorrow eventually fades into something more managable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I didn't tell Alyssa was that Max went to Heaven, or *Crossed the Rainbow Bridge*.  I did tell her that Max is wherever makes him happy, doing the things that made him happiest when he was alive, and he is in no pain.  Someone suggested giving her a copy of the Rainbow Bridge poem, but I just can't do it.  I realize that it makes it easier for many people to deal with a beloved pet's death, but to me *Crossing the Rainbow Bridge* sounds like the animal is on the path to Big Gay Al's house.  Too much South Park I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stomach anymore euphemisms.  Phrases such as "passed away" or "crossed the rainbow bridge" or "euthanasia" or "put to sleep" just covers up what really happens.  We can tell ourselves and our kids all we want that someone "passed away," but in the end we still have to realize that they're dead.  There is no other way around it.  And it's easier to explain death to kids the first time than when they come to you later and say, "You said he was sleeping!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize how harsh that sounds, but everyone deals with death in their own way.  When Misty died 15 years ago, I spent 3 days in bed sobbing.  I thought I would die from grief over that dog.  And then there's Shadow, who's now 14.  My cat has been with me through 3 husbands, 2 kids, many moves, 2 college degrees, 2 hospital stays, and 1 nervous breakdown. 14 is pretty old for a cat.  I don't want to think about taking naps and not having her snuggled under the covers with me.  Because one day she'll be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter what *nice* label you put on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111445988436815995?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111445988436815995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111445988436815995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111445988436815995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111445988436815995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-doesnt-get-any-easier.html' title='It doesn&apos;t get any easier...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111410211040628191</id><published>2005-04-21T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T12:48:30.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The saying is true...</title><content type='html'>there is no rest for the weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have been affected by crud.  I'm stuffy and snotty and my throat hurts.  I had no voice at all this morning so I'll be lucky to get through teaching my class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should be grading papers again.  I don't feel like it.  But I did find this on blogthings.com (and yes, it's all true!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're From New Mexico When... &lt;br /&gt;You buy salsa by the gallon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still using the paper license tag that came with your car five years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite restaurant has a chile list instead of a wine list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do all your shopping and banking at a drive-up window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Christmas decorations include "a yard of sand and 200 paper bags". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have license plates on your walls, but not on your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most restaurants you go to begin with "El" or "Los". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Santa Fe was not like San Francisco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hated Texans until the Californians moved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tires on your roof have more tread than the ones on your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You price-shop for tortillas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extra freezer just for green chile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think a red light is merely a suggestion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that using a turn signal is a sign of weakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't make eye contact with other drivers because you can't tell how well armed they are just by looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think six tons of crushed rock makes a beautiful front lawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to sign a waiver to buy hot coffee at a drive-up window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ran for state legislature so you can speed legally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pass on the right because that's the fast-lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have read a book while driving from Albuquerque to Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know they don't skate at the Ice House and the Newsstand doesn't sell newspapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Sadies was better when it was in the bowling alley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have used aluminum foil and duct tape to repair your air conditioner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't control your car on wet pavement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a piece of a UFO displayed in your home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that The Jesus Tortilla is not a band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had invested in the orange barrel business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just got your fifth DWI and got elected to the state legislature in the same week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your swamp cooler got knocked off your roof by a dust devil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been on TV more than three times telling about how your neighbor was shot or about your alien abduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually hear the Taos hum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your out-of-state friends and relatives visit in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Vegas is a town in the northeastern part of the state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid to drive through Mora and Espanola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You iron your jeans to "dress up". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see anything wrong with drive-up window liquor sales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your other vehicle is also a pick-up truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your cousins are in Santa Fe, one in the legislature and the other in the state pen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the punch line to at least one Espanola joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your car is missing a fender or bumper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have driven to an Indian Casino at 3am because you were hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the Lobos fight song is "Louie, Louie" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whether you want "red or green." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're relieved when the pavement ends because the dirt road has fewer pot-holes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can correctly pronounce Tesuque, Cerrillos, and Pojoaque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been told by at least one out-of-state vendor that they are going to charge you extra for "international" shipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect to pay more if your house is made of mud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can order your Big Mac with green chile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see nothing odd when, in the conversations of the people in line around you at the grocery store, every other word of each sentence alternates between Spanish and English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You associate bridges with mud, not water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you will run into at least 3 cousins whenever you shop at Wal-Mart, Sam's or Home Depot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumbleweeds and various cacti in your yard are not weeds. They are your lawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you travel anywhere, no matter if just to run to the gas station, you must bring along a bottle of water and some moisturizer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailers are not referred to as trailers. They are houses. Double-wide trailers are "real" houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A package of white flour tortillas is the exact same thing as a loaf of bread. You don't need to write it on your shopping list; it's a given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any gathering, regardless of size, green chile stew, tortillas, and huge mounds of shredded cheese are mandatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosperity can be readily determined by the number of horses you own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarantula on your porch is ordinary. A scorpion in your tub is ordinary. A poisonous centipede on your ceiling? Ordinary. A black widow crawling across your bed is terribly, terribly common. A rattlesnake is an occasional hiking hazard. No need to freak out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111410211040628191?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111410211040628191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111410211040628191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111410211040628191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111410211040628191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/saying-is-true.html' title='The saying is true...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111401528889849309</id><published>2005-04-20T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:43:15.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday again...</title><content type='html'>and that means the stitcher's question of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been asked to do model stitching?&lt;br /&gt;Did you do it? If so, what was your compensation? (money, stash, etc.) If not, why not?&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done it, if you were asked would you? Why or why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started model stitching in January for Stoney Creek.  I have only done one ornament, and am working on three bookmarks.  For right now they are very quick stitches and I really enjoy doing them.  The selection process was pretty nerve-racking, because I had to send several samples of my stitching to the company.  It's difficult to choose just a few, and you constantly ask yourself, "Is this one good enough?" or "Maybe I should choose something else."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get to stitch different things before they are actually on the market, and it's a total self-esteem booster to know that I was the first person to stitch something, ever.  I work with different fibers and projects that I may not necessarily choose to do myself, but I think any stitching I do can only improve my technique and skill.  The money is not necessarily a factor (I get paid hourly minimum wage), but I think it's more of a selfishness on my part.  I get paid to do something I love, and I get to see my name on the finished product when it's published.  Plus, just the fact that someone thinks my work is good enough for the world to see, well...that's a whole 'nuther reward in itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to do more model stitching with other companies and designers because, as I said,   it's a real ego booster.  I've worked hard for my 15 minutes of fame! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's wrong with trying to drag it out a bit longer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111401528889849309?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111401528889849309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111401528889849309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111401528889849309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111401528889849309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-wednesday-again_20.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday again...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111394477124596491</id><published>2005-04-19T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:14:41.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's April 19th...</title><content type='html'>and I'm haunted by yellow socks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, on this date, I become even more horribly depressed and paranoid than usual.  And everytime I close my eyes I see yellow socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 10 years, the building is gone, the devil has been destroyed, but the image of the yellow socks never goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a similiar reaction around September 11th, as it was just as horrible an experience as any.  I try to keep most of the people faceless, because it's easier to deal with that way.  Not that I don't remember that they were human, or that it was any less humane, but the yellow socks makes it so much more horrible, so much more incomprehensible, in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because it was carried out by one of our own?  That one of the "good guys," someone who swore to defend our country, came out of the shadows and snuck up behind us when we weren't expecting it?  Someone who attacked when we were most vulnerable, looking to outside forces as a possible evil?  We never would have believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because the owner of the yellow socks would be the same age as my oldest, but was the same age as my youngest when it happened.  I look at my girls and ask myself how I would cope.  I don't know that I could.  I have no doubt that I would drop down dead with my grief, a grief so deep that it would destroy any semblance of humanity that I possess.  Did her mother feel that way?  Was she angry because her daughter's yellow socks became the symbol for evil in the world?  Did she feel vindicated when the devil was destroyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because the devil is gone, that doesn't mean the demons aren't still haunting us.  I can't close my eyes today, as the yellow socks are there.  And the fireman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireman holding the dead little girl with the yellow socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.indystar.com/library/factfiles/crime/national/1995/oklahoma_city_bombing/ok.html"&gt;April 19, 1995&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111394477124596491?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111394477124596491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111394477124596491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111394477124596491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111394477124596491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-april-19th.html' title='It&apos;s April 19th...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111359336157117878</id><published>2005-04-15T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:33:44.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Between PB&amp;J sandwiches and mopping the floor...</title><content type='html'>I found some time to google "Sandra."  Yes, that's my name.  Why else would I bother?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In addition to the usual Sandra Bullock or Sandra Brown sites, I came across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download Sandra&lt;br /&gt;Free Sandra track.&lt;br /&gt;Free Trial with no obligation.&lt;br /&gt;www.real-download.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown, I was bothered by the possibility of people downloading me.  Why would someone &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to download me?  And what would they do with me if they did?  Would I end up as a cut-and-paste on a porn site?  As a target on a virtual dart board?  &lt;em&gt;Hit normally semi-attractive woman in the third eye and win a prize!&lt;/em&gt; (Third eye=incredibly large pimple directly centered in the middle of my forehead.  I heard it mumbling about world domination last night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curiosity got the best of me, and I wasted no time getting to the site so that I could download Sandra for my own personal gain.  The toilets need to be scrubbed, and my cat has been walking around holding a sign that says, "Hey hey Ho Ho that kitty litter has got to go!"  I suggested sending in a scab to cross the picket line, but my cat reminded me that our queen/serb contract specifically states "No substitutions."  And I think Aislin just made a poop face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How divine it would be,&lt;/em&gt; I thought, &lt;em&gt;to be able to download myself.  TOS (the other Sandra) can do all of the chores that I dread!  While TOS is taking care of the dishes, the toilets, cat litter, laundry, and mopping, I can sit around on my ass and watch Law and Order reruns while simultaneously cross stitching, reading to Aislin, and helping Alyssa with her math.  Oh joy!  And while she's at it, TOS can grade those quizzes I have been putting off, and write that hate letter to Sports Illustrated for Kids (because damnit I &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; order your magazine and I'm not paying for it!  Get the hint!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, no such luck.  Sandra turned out to be a program for diagnosing computer problems.  It doesn't clean toilets or litter boxes, or write nasty letters to overly-zealous sports magazines.  But I won't let it get me down.  Because "a woman's work is never done."  That's why it can wait.  I'm going to go snuggle with Aislin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poop face and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111359336157117878?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111359336157117878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111359336157117878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111359336157117878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111359336157117878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/between-pbj-sandwiches-and-mopping.html' title='Between PB&amp;J sandwiches and mopping the floor...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111351985473643405</id><published>2005-04-14T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T13:36:32.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more interesting to me today...</title><content type='html'>than quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Sandra's Aliases&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;Your movie star name: &lt;b&gt;Chocolate Cake Robert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;Your fashion designer name is &lt;b&gt;Sandra London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;Your socialite name is &lt;b&gt;Sissy Austin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;Your fly girl / guy name is &lt;b&gt;S Tol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;Your detective name is &lt;b&gt;Owl Robert D. Edgren&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;Your barfly name is &lt;b&gt;Rice Crispy Treats Margarita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;Your soap opera name is &lt;b&gt;Leanne Parkview&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;Your rock star name is &lt;b&gt;Snickers Cheetah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;Your star wars name is &lt;b&gt;Sansha Toljus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;Your punk rock band name is The &lt;b&gt;Pissy Toothpick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/meganames/"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Amazing Meganame Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pissy Toothpick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;70% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;10% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;10% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;10% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...considering I've lived in the south most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Dependent ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/disorder/marilyn-monroe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a little preoccupied with being abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot of support in your life, at all times.&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for you to survive on your own...&lt;br /&gt;And you don't reallly think you ever could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/personalitydisorderquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds about right *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/tin-man.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they base this on the color of your drawers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Losing Lottery Ticket!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/lottery-ticket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Full of hope and promise.But in the end, a cheap letdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/crappygiftquiz.html"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Crappy Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get those all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are "Yakuza" (Japanese mafia)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/mafia.gif" alt="John Kerry" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanese-smiley-quiz.html"&gt;  What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snerk* I lived in Japan, so I know about the Yakuza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's enough fun for today.  I need to go do some soul searching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111351985473643405?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111351985473643405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111351985473643405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111351985473643405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111351985473643405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/nothing-more-interesting-to-me-today.html' title='Nothing more interesting to me today...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111342253249863704</id><published>2005-04-13T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:02:12.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I said before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's nothing like a job interview to show you what you really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems that I'm not as qualified to teach for Upward Bound as some of the other applicants.  That's ok, since I'll be getting a license to teach public school soon.  That's why they didn't hire me, because there were several licensed teachers who applied.  I still feel a little worthless though, because I know I'm a great teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the day isn't a total bummer, because I got my next model stitching project for Stoney Creek!  It's three really cute bookmarks.  I should be able to get those done in no time, because they're mostly words with a few little designs on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is Wednesday, so that means the stitching question of the week, courtesy of the Blonde Librarian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you "stitch with the seasons?" (This could be reflected by the colors that you stitch with, the themes that you choose, or even that during your favorite season you stitch more (or less) than in others.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it really depends on the mood I'm in.  I do generally stitch nothing but ornaments towards Christmas, and a favorite subject is snowmen all year round.  Then there's my favorite designer, Teresa Wentzler, whose designs I have plenty started.  I work on those year round too.  I do like to stitch *lighter* things during Spring and Summer.  These aren't necessarily Spring and Summer themed or colored, but maybe a specialty stitch sampler or something smaller with not a lot of solid stitching, in between the regular projects.  Lizzie*Kate and Bent Creek are perfect for smaller, instant gratification type pieces.  Often times I will get really bored with what I have going and can find nothing in my stash to pacify me, so I'll run to HL and see what they have, or else do something else entirely.  It's not unusual for me to just want to read during late spring and early summer.  So I guess I don't really "stitch with the seasons," but stitch whatever appeals to me most at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'll get started on my model stitching.  At least today someone thinks I'm useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I didn't even have to do an interview!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111342253249863704?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111342253249863704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111342253249863704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111342253249863704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111342253249863704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-i-said-before.html' title='Like I said before...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111325251112400029</id><published>2005-04-11T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:50:13.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing, the things people do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when they think no one is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us spend a lot of time in our cars, whether it's going to pick up the kids, run errands, drive to work, or do any of the millions of activities we have to take care of away from home. And a lot of that time is spent sitting at stoplights. I'm amazed at the amount of stoplights we have in our little town, and the fact that they are so slow. The average stop light in our town lasts about 4 minutes. That's a lot of time to spend sitting, so I have a tendency to watch people in other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I observed the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A young man (older than teens but younger than 30) sitting in a nice pickup. Said young man is waving his arms and flopping his head back and forth. I became quite worried for the young man and thought he may have been either a) having a seizure, or b) being attacked by a swarm of killer bees (after all, it has been warm enough to have the windows down). As I ponder as to whether or not I should dial 911, I realize that the young man is listening to the same radio station as I am (we have maybe 3 stations that aren't talk radio or religious discussion, and 2 of the 3 are country). It becomes apparent to me that this young man is heading for American Idol auditions next year. What would be Simon's retort to this young man's seizure-like stage presence. Hideous, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A young couple in a white Grand Am GT is sitting right next to me. The passenger, a young woman, is looking very Annette Funicello-ish in her bouncy pony tail. Said pony tail is tied up with a white ribbon. Upon closer evaluation I notice that she is also wearing a white sleeveless blouse, white sunglasses, and has a French manicure (seen as she holds her hand up to make a point to the driver). When did it become trendy to use your car as a matching fashion accessory? Does she only wear white? Or does she have other cars to match with her wardrobe? And Mom thought I was obsessive about matching my socks with my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh look, there's a matching white Grand Am GT sitting right next to the first one. No wait, not quite, as the second one has 4 doors and the first only has 2. Second Grand Am driver is revving his engine and *scootching*, obviously trying to entice first Grand Am driver into a battle of the Grand Ams. Apparently, it doesn't work. Does he only do battle with white Grand Am GT's? Maybe he should widen his arena of possible duel contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An older man, again in a pickup, though not as nice as "Seizure-boy from New Mexico American Idol contestant 2006." Said man is very impressed with his reflection in the rear view mirror, as I notice he spends quite a bit of time staring at himself and making faces. He has just brought something up from his lap. I think it's a...no, it can't be! Yes, it is! It's an electric nose-hair trimmer. He's trimming his nose hairs in the privacy of his own vehicle on the busiest street in our town. Egad, what would his wife/significant other think about that? Nevermind, she's in the passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There were also various people doing various things, such as a) putting on makeup, b) reading the newspaper or a book, c) arguing with another person in the vehicle, d) arguing with the radio, e) eating large, sloppy hamburgers, f) smoking&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;mostly cigarettes, or g) picking at various body parts, including, but not limited to, ears, noses, eyes, teeth, and something below the window line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these fascinating people beg the question: Is everyone late for whatever activity that they may be heading for that they can't spend an extra 10 minutes in the bathroom? When did it become acceptable to move all of these activities to the city streets? Do they think that they are invisible in their vehicles? Don't they realize that, yes, other people can see them? Please people, I beg of you! Do your private business in the privacy of your own home/bedroom/bathroom/kitchen/den/etc. I have no more creative answers for Alyssa as to why you are flossing in your car. Have mercy on the poor drivers who are just trying to get somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stitching side of things, I have become disgusted with Tigers, and once again realize why I stopped loving it. The kit floss sucks. Really sucks. It shreads and most of the time breaks. I hate it. It gets in my eyes and in my mouth and sticks to the cat. Why can't all kit floss be like the lovely kit (Mickey Mouse Through the Years) I got from England? It's a great quality, not fuzzy, doesn't break, and is quite smooth to stitch with. Now I know why many stitchers swap out kit floss. And Tigers has once again gone into the "I hate you" pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a snob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111325251112400029?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111325251112400029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111325251112400029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111325251112400029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111325251112400029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-amazing-things-people-do.html' title='It&apos;s amazing, the things people do...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111298908080018515</id><published>2005-04-08T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:13:29.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things in life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that affect us in the biggest ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did have a nice birthday this year. I got a HL gift card to go spend on whatever crafting goodies I want! Yah me! I also got a card from my girls that had $75 AUS in it, just so I can order a subscription to my favorite magazine, which does cost $12.95 an issue here in the states. But the problem is that I have to drive at least 100 miles each way just to get a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a dining room table. Yep, a table. I don't know of anyone else who gets furniture on the holidays, but I always do. We have had a card table in the kitchen since we bought our house a year ago, only because I couldn't find the *perfect* table. It's mission style, just like most of the furniture we have. I like this style because it's very simple, and I'm a simple but elegant kind of girl. Justin is so sweet! He gets me things that I don't really know I want, but they end up being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of issues going through my mind lately: like why do we have to live in such a windy place? How am I going to go back to school when my parents are moving to North Carolina? Why is Britney Spears getting so fat? and ugly? and why has she quit bathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town I live in is only 100 miles from one of the two most windy cities in America...Amarillo, Texas. I can't remember what the other one was, but I don't think it was Chicago. Anyway, here we live in the high plains, where the wind blows at 50 mph on a good day and 75 on others. Forget curling your hair. Forget even combing it before leaving for work. It's inevitable that it will look like something a family of birds has nested in on any given day. And if you have allergies, just don't even look at moving here. Every day you will look like someone popped you in the eye. The sniffling, sneezing, watery eyes, scratchy throat, and bubbly nose make every citizen in this place look like a walking allergy commercial. Spring is here, and I feel like my sinuses are being used as the fourth ring for Barnum and Bailey. I think it would probably feel better to use my hand for target practice out at the police academy. Maybe when I finish school next year we can follow my parents out to Greensboro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from Upward Bound yet. Nothing like a job interview to remind you of how little you know about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this week that age is just a number. It wasn't as bad as I thought to turn 35. It doesn't seem much different than 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't like odd numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111298908080018515?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111298908080018515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111298908080018515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111298908080018515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111298908080018515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-little-things-in-life.html' title='It&apos;s the little things in life...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111271508699404863</id><published>2005-04-05T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:31:26.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does being a year older...</title><content type='html'>really make me a year wiser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  Today.  Today I'm 35.  Wow.  I don't look 35.  I don't feel 35, but sometimes I feel about 70.  When I was a teenager I thought 30 was really, really old.  I'm not sure how I feel about turning 35, although I am dressed in all black for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten anything yet today, since it's still early.  But we did go out to dinner last night with our closest friends.  Our normal "birthday thing" at the local K-Bobs.  We go 4 times a year, just for birthdays.  Justin did tell me he got me the Australian funds to get a subscription to my favorite magazine, "Cross Stitch and Beading."  It's about $12.95 an issue here in the US, and the subscription is about $75 AUS.  Expensive, but well worth the funds.  It covers both of my obsessions in one fell swoop, so who can pass that up?  I know he and the girls have something planned to give me later, but they won't tell me what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad have been slowly giving me things for the last couple of months.  Mostly ordering beads and things I need to get my business up and running.  I've made a few gorgeous necklaces, bracelets and earrings out of semi-precious stones and Swarovski crystals and pearls (another one of my obsessions).  I also got a bead designing software cd and a cross stitch designing cd for designing patterns.  They are really cool!  I have had fun playing around with them and learning what they can do.  I think they are a must to have if I want to make the most of a jewlery/cross stitch business.  Now I just need to get a license and a website, but I'm really not sure what to call it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stash in the mail yesterday too!  Stash always makes the day better.  I got the Stitcher's Pocket Inventory online from Lazy Daisy in Raleigh.  It is about 220 pages of checklists for different flosses and fibers.  The biggies are the Rainbow Gallery families and the Caron families.  I think it's one of the best stitching invention ever, besides the multi-needle holder.  Ingenious!  I really recommend them to any serious stitcher.  I think I'll add a new section to my blog today...Recommended tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview today for Upward Bound.  I don't know why it had to be scheduled on my birthday, but that's the soonest it could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like having an evaluation on your birthday...I don't think my grey hairs are showing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111271508699404863?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111271508699404863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111271508699404863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111271508699404863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111271508699404863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-being-year-older.html' title='Does being a year older...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111238559572349489</id><published>2005-04-01T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:59:55.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate winter...</title><content type='html'>but I love snowmen!  Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I feel like crap.  And not just any crap.  Crap that has been stuck to the bottom of some poor unknowing person's shoe and has been tracked all over hell and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Tuesday at work.  My eyes started feeling itchy and began to swell.  By the time I got back home at 3 pm they were nearly swollen shut and my body ached all over.  As far as I know, I haven't done any amateur wrestling in the recent past.  Maybe I got jumped and had my ass kicked, or Justin accidentally backed over me in his truck.  Likely not.  But that is exactly what I felt like.  And still feel like.  Achy.  Cruddy.  Snotty.  Did I mention achy?  I had to cancel class yesterday, but the secretary wasn't in the office all day so she didn't get my message to leave a note on the door.  So of course my kids called asking if I was coming to class.  I'm sure they missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I did get to spend the whole day with Aislin.  We watched The Wiggles every 1 1/2 hours from 5 am to about 1 pm.  I also got to stitch a little.  I pulled out a UFO (Peaceful Stream--see my stitching links off to the right) and worked on that.  Even though I can't see very well (nothing seems to make my eyes feel better) it's a pretty easy stitch.  Especially since most of it is only half stitches, which gives it a very surreal look.  I don't really know why this became a UFO, when it doesn't have any fractionals, very little backstitching, and everything but the house and bird are in half stitches.  Plus I really enjoy the color palette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview with Upward Bound on Tuesday (which happens to be my 35th birthday) to teach a summer class.  We'll see how that goes.  But as for this weekend, hopefully I can grade papers.  I think I have senioritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even close to being a senior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111238559572349489?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111238559572349489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111238559572349489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111238559572349489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111238559572349489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-winter.html' title='I hate winter...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111220607983738456</id><published>2005-03-30T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:07:59.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do they call Spring Break a vacation...</title><content type='html'>when all you do is work?  We went to the Grand Canyon last week and had a great time.  The canyon was breathtaking, and we didn't have to drive around because we went on one of the tours.  They picked us up at our hotel in Flagstaff, drove us around to all the great spots, provided lunch, and dropped us off back at the hotel.  The only thing we had to pay for was souveniers, which we got a lot of.  We also walked around old Flagstaff, and went to the Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert, both gorgeous also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that I came back from vacation even more tired than before I left!  Poor Aislin was in shock because she didn't get to sleep in her crib.  Justin and I had her between us and for 3 hours she kept standing up and flopping herself down on the pillow.  Not much sleep for any of us for 3 nights let me tell you!  I had nightmares about Alyssa falling into the canyon because she's so jumpy.  She jumped down the stairs at one of the lookouts.  Good thing I wasn't at that particular lookout at the time or I would have dropped down dead of a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there's laundry to do and a cat to console when you get home.  I swear every time I go away for a few days, Shadow tries to punish me.  Sometimes she pees on my bed or leaves a bunch of hairballs.  Most times she just ignores me for several days, just so I know who the queen of this family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing more updating my blog than actually writing in it the last few days.  It was a little blah to me, so I wanted to put a little entertainment value with it.  I like it!  Plus I've been stitching constantly, much to the chagrin of my students who turned in papers before spring break.  I'll get to them, I promise!  Since I don't stitch at all during the day until the girls go to bed, I stay up pretty late to stitch.  I like the quiet after a long day.  But I'm really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually look forward to dying sometimes...maybe I can actually get some sleep then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111220607983738456?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111220607983738456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111220607983738456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111220607983738456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111220607983738456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-do-they-call-spring-break-vacation.html' title='Why do they call Spring Break a vacation...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-111118043869256873</id><published>2005-03-18T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:13:58.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old age or just plain lazy?</title><content type='html'>I just realized that it's been almost four months since I've posted anything.  Not that there wasn't anything fascinating happening in my life by any means.  I just wasn't feeling very creative for a while.  I did finish my sister's wedding sampler, and got a model stitching job with Stoney Creek.  But I've just been feeling withdrawn and well...lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how difficult it was going to be to have a child in my 30's.  I had Alyssa when I was 23.  I had Aislin when I was 33.  Big difference.  I'll be 35 in a couple of weeks but I feel much older.  Where on earth did I get the energy when I was 23?  I had tons of it then.  Sleep?  Who needed it?  Now I feel like an old, tired lady who could sleep for 3 weeks.  Not that I don't work just as hard to be a mom to Aislin.  I'm a great mom!  It just seems much harder to keep up with her than I did with Alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to what I have been thinking about for a few months...I think I am going to go back to school to get an alternative teaching license.  I do have an MA in literature and have been teaching college freshman composition for 7 years.  But since I live in such a small town, full-time teaching positions are at a minimum.  A couple classes a semester doesn't cut it anymore.  I don't get any benefits, and the pay is very low.  1200 dollars per class per semester does nothing more than depress me, because I have to use credit cards a lot and after bills are paid there's very little, if any, money left over.  But if I go get a license, I will have full-time employment with benefits, and still be able to teach a night class if I feel like it.  I will only have to take 6 classes and do a semester of student teaching here in the high school and will get an alternative license to teach public school.  Then I just have to teach for 3 years under the supervison of a mentor and will be granted a "regular" license with all the perks.  I'd rather do that then take a bunch of education classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't discussed it with DH yet.  He's been pretty busy at work and just comes home and falls asleep.  Poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-111118043869256873?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111118043869256873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=111118043869256873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111118043869256873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/111118043869256873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2005/03/old-age-or-just-plain-lazy.html' title='Old age or just plain lazy?'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-109898220070624038</id><published>2004-10-28T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:50:00.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression...it's the gift that keeps on giving...</title><content type='html'>and giving, and giving.  I think it gives too much.  I have been diagnosed with many maladies through my life:  Narcissism, Depression, Multiple-Personality Disorder (oh, please!).  My current diagnosis is "Severe Depression with Psychotic Episodes."  No I don't go crazy and think people are following me or anything like that.  I see things out of the corner of my eye, or hear people say my name when no one is there.  Am I crazy?  I hope not.  But the one thing that I know for sure is that I am clinically, chemically depressed.  The doctors have finally gotten my medication correct, and it does help to control the depression.  I still get depressed, but not so much so that I can't even remember how to turn on the shower anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no actual Psychiatrist in our little town.  I was seeing one in Lubbock who really didn't give a damn about much except getting his $75 dollars every month.  I was just one in a long line of "crazies" who supported the doctor's trips to exotic places.  But at the college I teach there is an instructor who is liscenced in Psychiatry, although he is a practicing professor and not a doctor.  My mother, who has lived through my struggles for the last 35 years, has been consulting with him about me.  It is now suggested that I not only suffer from depression, but from something called "Quick Change Bipolar Disorder."  This disorder is a subset of the "Manic-Depressive" disorder, but the ups and downs are much quicker and more short-lived than the typical manic-depressive's.  That would explain the very quick mood swings, irritability, irrationality, and all the other unpleasant personality traits I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, and the last few days, I have been very depressed.  I'm not depressed because I suffer from depression, but because of putting my family through Hell for almost 35 years.  My parents did their best, but while I was growing up depression was not seen as a serious disorder.  I "wanted attention," I felt "like my parents gave too much time to everything but me," I was "selfish and immature."  None of which was true, and just made me even more depressed.  My parents have seen me through several suicide attempts, two month-long stays in the hospital, alcohol and drug abuse, and every other thing that goes along with this disorder.  My daughter Alyssa is old enough to know that Mommy is "sick," and I can't stand to think that I am letting her down.  The last time I tried to commit suicide was when I was 3 weeks pregnant with Aislin, but I didn't know it.  That I will hold heavy in my heart until the day I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's most depressing is that Dr. "S" at school is concerned that I am a danger to my children.  Who cares if some guy has his 5 year old son's little battery-powered jeep tethered to the back of his pickup, dragging him down our dirt road at 20 mph.   Let's worry about Sandy, whose life revolves around her girls and would kill for them.  We should worry that she might harm her children, like that woman in Texas or Susan Smith.  The only person that Sandy is a danger to is Sandy.  Which is probably the most selfish thing I can do, considering that I would be leaving my children without a mother.  But wouldn't they be better off without a mother like me, someone who is normal, without mood swings, without migraines, without having to worry if Mommy going to be alive for another day?  I am selfish, because in a depressed state I don't consider how much they need me, but how much I need them.  They are the blood running through my veins, the sunny bright spots in the dark shadows of my life.  They give me warmth and my heart beats when I am near them.  Their smell is like ambrosia to me, and I thrive on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give me so much, but what do I give them, my beloved girls, my family, my dear Justin.  Not much I'm afraid.  Just a bunch of heartache and regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they don't even have a receipt to make an exchange.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-109898220070624038?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/109898220070624038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=109898220070624038&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109898220070624038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109898220070624038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2004/10/depressionits-gift-that-keeps-on.html' title='Depression...it&apos;s the gift that keeps on giving...'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-109871757258742353</id><published>2004-10-25T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T11:24:24.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun...my so-called creative side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I have been up all night grading the first set of essays of the semester. Not only am I tired from lack of sleep, but my brain is tired from having to process information in 40 essays. Whew! I don't think that I can come up with anything remotely interesting to talk about right now, so I thought I would share a poem that I wrote. Now I don't even come close to calling myself a creative writer or poet, but I can sure write one hell of a piece of literary criticism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this poem I wrote in my "Bible as Literature" class a few years ago (1999?). We had to wrote a love poem per the Song of Solomon. But as everyone else was writing some serious love poetry, I had to go against the grain (as usual) and write something not so serious. So here it is...let's point out all the cliches, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An "X-Files" Kind of Love: A Parody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by me (Sandy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue as the deepest, clearest oceans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your thoughts swim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through those oceans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like dolphins--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;intelligent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;playful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you are thinking:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Baby, let's get it on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I can still smell you--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet, like mocha-flavored coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and some shampoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I don't remember the name of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I imagine you standing there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your brightly colored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fruit-of-the-Loom butthuggers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your Edmonton Oilers hockey jersey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which I so lovingly picked out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from a mail-order catalog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how I long to have you with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later, you come to me in a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel your skin and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run my hands over your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and through your chest hair--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so luxurious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so soft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so stuck in my teeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the once-virginal bar of Dial soap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that sits on the edge of the tub.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My walking, talking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathing, living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;proof of Darwin's theory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sweetly kiss your lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A spark of excitement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;runs through my body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my toes curl when our tongues meet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a lifetime, we separate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I softly whisper,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Less spit next time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so practical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so sensible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so predictable:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;steak...potatoes...corn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;steak...potatoes...corn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;corn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CORN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and garlic toast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was a fragile, gelatinous eyeball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;squitting across the dirty floor of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You picked it up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carefully plucked off the lint,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and kept it for your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before it could be squished beneath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the dirty, dog-shit covered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sneakers of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the cheese sauce on my broccoli,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the caramel in my Milky Way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the corn on my cob,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the whipped cream in my hot chocolate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will forever be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the slayer of the lima beans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that are always in my soup,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even when the waitress says,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No Ma'am, no lima beans in OUR soup."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love, my darling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my protector, my savior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hunka hunka burnin' love--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love for you never fades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but grows stronger each day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day with you is like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;an "X-Files" season-premiere day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when you are gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will die a thousand deaths because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, you rock my world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bow* Thank you, thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm will get you everywhere, Baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-109871757258742353?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/109871757258742353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=109871757258742353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109871757258742353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109871757258742353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-for-funmy-so-called-creative-side.html' title='Just for fun...my so-called creative side.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-109854628859392511</id><published>2004-10-23T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T12:37:26.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not make disclaimers...except this one time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I thought journaling was about speaking your mind at the moment you feel a certain way. Was I wrong? Are people going to hold against me something that I feel misanthropic about at the time I write about it? Apparently so. Looking back over the comments left from yesterday's post, I feel that I should make it clear that &lt;em&gt;I am writing about how I feel at that very moment&lt;/em&gt;. I thoroughly enjoy my career (not job), otherwise I wouldn't be doing it. If anyone can tell me that they are absolutely happy with every aspect of their job, I would tell them they are lying. Nothing is that perfect. I do live in the real world where there are negative aspects to many things. Work is no different. I know all about being a "nontraditional" student, as I started school when I was 25 with a one-year-old daughter. I got my BA at 28 and my MA at almost 31. All of my students this semester are straight out of high school and, therefore, are all 18-years-old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not criticizing high school teachers, nor the education my students have received. My issue lies with how my students are doing in my class. Am I failing these students because they can't even write a proper thesis sentence after we worked on it for a week? I tell myself that I have to be doing something right because in my six years of teaching I have had students go on to win writing awards, decide they want to major in English, and graduate with honors. I have a higher than average attendance rate, and a higher than average evaluation score. So like I said, I must be doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a racist, sexist, bigomist, favoritist, communist, or any other word that ends with -ist. What I am is a mother to two wonderfully intelligent and beautiful girls, a wife to a handsome and loving man, a cross stitcher, avid reader, and an excellent college instructor who enjoys what I do. If I post that Alyssa made me angry today because she lost one of her ballet slippers and we had to leave in 4 minutes for her master ballet class, or won't keep her room clean, am I to be told I shouldn't be a mother? If I post that my dear Justin irritated me because he drug mud through my clean kitchen floor, should it be suggested that I get a divorce? If I post that my cat shit on my shoe in the back of the closet, would it be better if I didn't own pets? I should say not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not apologize for my religious views, my political views, or my views on abortion, parenting, and treating everyone (including animals) with respect. I will not deliberately point fingers at anyone, nor will I single out someone to be a scapegoat. But I will use this journal to write about how I feel at a particular moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-109854628859392511?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/109854628859392511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=109854628859392511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109854628859392511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109854628859392511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-will-not-make-disclaimersexcept-this.html' title='I will not make disclaimers...except this one time.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-109845853262830331</id><published>2004-10-22T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:22:12.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of being a college instructor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Ah sarcasm...where would we be without it?  Yes, I am a college instructor.  More specifically, I teach English Composition.  My job is to teach 18 year-old college Freshmen how to write a proper essay.  Why, you ask?  Why would I want to torture myself in the most masochistic way possible?  Because I was fooled into believing that I could do more with a Master's degree in English than just teach.  If anyone ever tells you that, run!  Run fast, run far, but just run!   Don't get me wrong, I do have some really great students who actually learn something and go on to get a degree, but many, many students are here because Mom and Dad said, "Go to college or join the military."  And it seems like there are more and more students like that every year I teach.  How did I get to be the lucky one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My Alyssa is in 5th grade this year.  This is her wonderful little narrative essay that she wrote for her English class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Three days after my sister's due date we were getting our monthly checkup.  The doctor said, "The baby might be sick so we'll go ahead and put you in the hospital and start labor tonight."  I jumped for joy.  Waiting nine months for one baby is a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;At the hospital that evening I'd brought a few things.  I wandered around the waiting room and looked at the babies in the nursery.  I watched boring tv and had my first cup of coffee (which tasted horrible).  It seemed like we waited forever.  For a while I read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Suddenly I was awoken by my grandmother poking me.  She said, "Come see your new sister."  I hopped out of the squashy chair and walked quickly to the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;In the room I saw my mom, dad, aunt, and some more grandmas.  Sitting down on the end of Mom's bed she handed me the smallest, cutest, pinkest, blue-eyed baby in the world.  Aislin is her name; she just stared at me awe inspired.  It's the best memory I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Now tell me that's not the cutest thing you've ever read (no bias here)!  She got 100% on her essay and it's in her "great work" folder at school.  Yes there are some grammar errors, dangling modifiers, etc.  But she's in 5th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Now let me share with you how my students, all of whom have graduated high school, put together a thesis sentence.  This exercise was on a quiz.  I gave them a bad thesis sentence and they had to revise it into something more specific and narrow.  The sentence was, "I hate Tom Cruise." (I actually do, but no offense to his fans).  So I was looking for something along the lines of "Tom Cruise is not one of my favorite actors because he "over-acts' and is not believable as a character."  This is what "D" gave me (word for word):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate Tom Cruise because he is a woman organizer and thinks he's all that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of them weren't much better than that.  As I said, these are high-school educated students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they will be running the country when I'm old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-109845853262830331?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/109845853262830331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=109845853262830331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109845853262830331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109845853262830331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2004/10/joys-of-being-college-instructor.html' title='The joys of being a college instructor.'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10215730337997501434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNgUi9V-L6A/TCSScTF8kqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjsxC6nvYV4/S220/avt_sanleto70_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793416.post-109839385999615033</id><published>2004-10-21T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:24:19.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would call their blog a litter box?  Me...that's who.</title><content type='html'>Well here it is...my first post as a blogger.  Why?  Why not?  Why can't I bitch and moan at something other than my husband and mother?  At least no one gets hurt right?  Anyway...you're probably wondering why I named my blog after the most disgusting aspect of owning a cat.  Even if you aren't...I'll fill you in anyway.  You see, I carry a lot of baggage, or as I would call it, a bunch of crap.  Where else does the kitty crap go?  You see where I'm going with this?  And it's not as if you don't find interesting things in the litter box.  Yes that sounds horribly gross and no I don't go rooting around in there.  It's just that since I have had children (Alyssa is almost 11 years old and Aislin is 15 months old) I have found some things that just don't belong in the cat box.  Socks.  Toys.  Cookies.  Bottles.  I'm hoping something interesting will show up in this litter box along with all the crap.  At least I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way...for the person who has registered themselves as "Shadowkitty," thank you for stealing my name.  No it's not copyrighted or anything like that.  It's just that I have gone by no other nickname than shadowkitty for the last 9 years.  Copycat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793416-109839385999615033?l=twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/109839385999615033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793416&amp;postID=109839385999615033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109839385999615033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793416/posts/default/109839385999615033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twbbshadowkitty.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-would-call-their-blog-litter-box.html' title='Who would call their blog a litter box?  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