<?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-3419423878495452804</id><updated>2012-02-02T16:12:00.019-06:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='gallery'/><category term='teddy bears'/><category term='Lithuanian'/><category term='james whitcomb riley'/><category term='fruit arrangement'/><category term='Bremen'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='Mother&apos;s day'/><category term='yard'/><category term='beach'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='oilcloth'/><category term='bungalow'/><category term='remodel'/><category term='garden'/><category term='25th anniversary'/><category term='gadget'/><category term='camera phone'/><category term='parakeet'/><category term='Lake Michigan'/><category term='easter'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='band'/><category term='subway tile'/><category term='restore'/><category term='sacred heart'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='sink'/><category term='curtain'/><category term='Victorian'/><category term='antique toys'/><category term='mulch'/><category term='chain link fence'/><category term='shrinky dinks'/><category term='r.j.grunts'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='Comisky Park'/><category term='Kranz candies'/><category term='ring'/><category term='poems'/><category term='milagros'/><category term='White Sox'/><category term='couch potato'/><category term='Our Lady of Guadalupe'/><category term='buttons'/><category term='cross'/><category term='wedding dress'/><category term='silver anniversary'/><category term='chair'/><category term='chips'/><category term='raggedy annie'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='cottage'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='garage'/><category term='snowmen'/><category term='music'/><category term='mushrooms'/><category term='orphant annie'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='Jesus fish'/><category term='cushions'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='cold'/><category term='arts of life'/><category term='budgie'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Stuttgardt'/><category term='craft'/><category term='food'/><category term='re glaze'/><category term='parrot'/><category term='sun conure'/><category term='play'/><category term='queen'/><category term='kugelis'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='tub'/><category term='snow'/><category term='rickrack'/><category term='candy'/><category term='pet'/><title type='text'>too small tales</title><subtitle type='html'>If I could write more, I would be working on a book and not a blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-8539300231655004786</id><published>2011-10-22T10:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T17:59:47.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuanian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kugelis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGES4iabpfk/TqiQ263df2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IHoOtU_SFDU/s1600/grater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGES4iabpfk/TqiQ263df2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IHoOtU_SFDU/s400/grater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667939404234981218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  My mother prided herself on how well she made Kugelis.  Kugelis is a Lithuanian dish, a savory potato custard with bacon, potato being the operative word.  In our house, it was made for special occasions and holidays.  It takes five pounds of potatoes to make a 9X13 cake pan of kugelis.  My mother made twenty pounds of potatoes at a time.   This meant that twenty pounds of potatoes had to be peeled and grated and put in the oven, all before they started to turn dark.  Nothing said so much about a cook as a dark kugelis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I learned to grate potatoes at a very early age.  They had to be grated on a special kind of grater and grated quickly.  My mother would peel the potatoes, but there were always no less than three of us grating.  My dad was the master but everyone did well.&lt;br /&gt;In the late seventies, my mother heard of a retired old man who made electric graters and sold them from his garage.  Someone she knew had one and she had tasted this woman's kugelis. Although it was not up to her standards, the potatoes were grated perfectly. And so the quest began.  There was no back alley drug addict who had anything on my mother and her search for this machine.  She found the man.  The grater was, I think, $120 up front. You paid and he made them as an order came in, so she had to wait, and the waiting was hard.  In the end,  it was worth it.  This machine resembled something you would find in someone's tool room, but it did the job.  My dad could now grate twenty pounds in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, and when my mom no longer cooked, I inherited the machine.  Let me tell you, because of all those years I spent cutting my knuckles on those awful tools, I never grated more than five pounds at a time.  But now, holy smokes, ten pounds, no problem.  So I made those holiday meals and even some just because I could.&lt;br /&gt;Cut to today.  My sister is making a Turducken(?) and I told her I would make the Kugelis.  It doesn't take too long and I don't need help, so I could start it this morning, everyone else could sleep and it would get to her house hot and ready to serve.  I peeled the potatoes.  I cut the onions. I fried the bacon.  When I was ready to grate, I took out the machine and turned it on.  NOTHING!  I unplugged it, plugged it in another outlet.  NOTHING!  It's broken.  I want my mother's money back, but the guy's dead.&lt;br /&gt;I am writing with scratched knuckles, a cut finger and a pan of hand grated kugelis in the oven.  One pan, five pounds of potatoes, just like the old days.  Lucky for me I have six wire graters in the cabinet.  But only me to grate.  Lucky I learned early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-8539300231655004786?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8539300231655004786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/10/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8539300231655004786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8539300231655004786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/10/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGES4iabpfk/TqiQ263df2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IHoOtU_SFDU/s72-c/grater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-5303871222445202743</id><published>2011-08-09T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:33:59.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes for a garden wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rP4xZhzLAw/TkFMX7mtHwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/w7MnL10oAQ4/s1600/11905red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rP4xZhzLAw/TkFMX7mtHwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/w7MnL10oAQ4/s400/11905red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638872182465306370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have attended a few outdoor weddings in heels and ALWAYS sink into the grass.  Wedges are great, but most often are too casual.  I have found &lt;a href="http://www.unique-vintage.com/camille-satin-with-rose-accent-wedge-p-5739.html"&gt;the perfect shoe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-5303871222445202743?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5303871222445202743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/08/shoes-for-garden-wedding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/5303871222445202743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/5303871222445202743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/08/shoes-for-garden-wedding.html' title='Shoes for a garden wedding'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rP4xZhzLAw/TkFMX7mtHwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/w7MnL10oAQ4/s72-c/11905red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-3921093835658651412</id><published>2011-07-21T16:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:23:38.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's New Skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzYtU40zbsc/Ti3CrFF1EsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ffu06I_GLF8/s1600/a%2Bskirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzYtU40zbsc/Ti3CrFF1EsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ffu06I_GLF8/s320/a%2Bskirt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633372754267148994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1GpTtCEY-Q/Ti3CMVjoN8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/laXzftld_CM/s1600/a%2Bskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1GpTtCEY-Q/Ti3CMVjoN8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/laXzftld_CM/s200/a%2Bskirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633372226111158210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been keeping all my vintage fabric for so long, it'sbeenvintage twice!&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has been showing some interest in all clothes vintage, so I decided to break out a piece of bordered seersucker and make her a skirt.  I didn't use a pattern, gathered skirts are pretty easy and one seam was already sewn.  I think someone used this as a daybed cover or something.&lt;br /&gt;Well she really loved the finished product, but wouldn't let me take a picture of the skirt actually ON her.  She did look cute, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-3921093835658651412?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3921093835658651412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/sarahs-new-skirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3921093835658651412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3921093835658651412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/sarahs-new-skirt.html' title='Sarah&apos;s New Skirt'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzYtU40zbsc/Ti3CrFF1EsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ffu06I_GLF8/s72-c/a%2Bskirt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-1080292481097365373</id><published>2011-01-01T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:38:12.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boloney and Champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TR-eqDm9AGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ssLmKV6RjT0/s1600/Mimosa-003-de1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TR-eqDm9AGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ssLmKV6RjT0/s320/Mimosa-003-de1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557334910558863458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TR-ep0eYSkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JPOVoDfaTpM/s1600/bolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TR-ep0eYSkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JPOVoDfaTpM/s320/bolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557334906496371266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"As the day goes, so goes the year."&lt;br /&gt;Who will not post on a day that is represented as 1/1/11?  Not me.&lt;br /&gt;Although I still have not had my New Years' fish, I have started the day out as I hope the year will go.  Four hours in jammies and a lunch of fried boloney sandwiches and mimosas!  The best of menus!  Who can ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-1080292481097365373?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1080292481097365373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1080292481097365373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1080292481097365373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Boloney and Champagne'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TR-eqDm9AGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ssLmKV6RjT0/s72-c/Mimosa-003-de1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-126280273468338843</id><published>2010-09-27T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:25:41.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TKCpHC4g27I/AAAAAAAAAVY/HMwxq0HcegI/s1600/1fat+bee.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TKCpHC4g27I/AAAAAAAAAVY/HMwxq0HcegI/s320/1fat+bee.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521599081654311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I think that summer is over.  Fall is my favorite time of year, but there are some things I will miss                                                                            ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TKCoZGpNr3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rh-s4lYjZys/s1600/1big+bunch.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TKCoZGpNr3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rh-s4lYjZys/s320/1big+bunch.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521598292389900146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-126280273468338843?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/126280273468338843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/126280273468338843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/126280273468338843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TKCpHC4g27I/AAAAAAAAAVY/HMwxq0HcegI/s72-c/1fat+bee.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-8963193865065300494</id><published>2010-07-08T12:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:55:59.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun conure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parrot'/><title type='text'>Pretty Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDYRHayyi6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/p44w5kuUqPY/s1600/lupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDYRHayyi6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/p44w5kuUqPY/s400/lupe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491595614774004642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is a new member of my dear sister's family. Her name is Guadalupe.  Lupe for short.  She is 5 1/2 years old and a Sun Conure.  Evidently she used to talk, but not having had enough interaction in a while, she has stopped talking.  Lack of interaction will no longer be a problem.  Everyone loves her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-8963193865065300494?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8963193865065300494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8963193865065300494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8963193865065300494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-bird.html' title='Pretty Bird'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDYRHayyi6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/p44w5kuUqPY/s72-c/lupe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-4235491122040427667</id><published>2010-07-05T16:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:09:14.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re glaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bungalow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway tile'/><title type='text'>Bathroom Restoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDJUlSgvXwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-2QOZfKQE3I/s1600/tub.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDJUlSgvXwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-2QOZfKQE3I/s200/tub.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490543895319109378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDJUIRMqBSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ss3iTW_vAww/s1600/bathroom.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDJUIRMqBSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ss3iTW_vAww/s200/bathroom.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490543396750230818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My friend Kathy has inherited her       &lt;br /&gt;mother's 1928 Chicago bungalow.&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom was in a sorry state&lt;br /&gt;and instead of remodeling, she&lt;br /&gt;restored it.&lt;br /&gt;She had the sink and the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;re glazed.  The tub was done on site&lt;br /&gt;and the sink went to a shop to be&lt;br /&gt;done.  She told me that the two pieces cost $500.  They look like new!&lt;br /&gt;She tore out the old dull subway tiles, and replaced them with new.  The glazier told her that he could have finished them on the wall like he did the tub,  but it was already done and replacing them allowed her to put more efficient fixture in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDJVv_8luTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/V7PvuFNxE9Y/s1600/floor.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDJVv_8luTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/V7PvuFNxE9Y/s200/floor.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490545178825832754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The floor was torn out.  Not an easy task because it was embedded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;in about 10 inches of cement.  It was replaced with the same  pattern of tile, so popular in bungalows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The medicine cabinet could have been more like those in older bathrooms, but on the whole,  it was a job well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Too many people opt for travertine and brushed nickel.  Nice, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;isn't it nicer to maintain the integrity of an old bungalow?  I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-4235491122040427667?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4235491122040427667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/bathroom-restoration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4235491122040427667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4235491122040427667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/bathroom-restoration.html' title='Bathroom Restoration'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/TDJUlSgvXwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-2QOZfKQE3I/s72-c/tub.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-8573699990991676811</id><published>2010-05-22T10:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:01:10.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>LOVELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S_f-sZd_xBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/aLQJfnXlXtI/s1600/mom+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S_f-sZd_xBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/aLQJfnXlXtI/s400/mom+and+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474123910796526610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mother and father were married in 1938.  This picture is probably from the year before that, 1937.  So I guess that this year on June 25th they would have been married 72 years.&lt;br /&gt;They were a great couple.  My Dad treated my mother like a queen, and she knew she deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;Dad passed away in 1998, and Mom in 2007.  They are missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister likes to believe that they went on an extended vacation and aren't back yet.  I guess that could be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, we just aren't there yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-8573699990991676811?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8573699990991676811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8573699990991676811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8573699990991676811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovely.html' title='LOVELY'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S_f-sZd_xBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/aLQJfnXlXtI/s72-c/mom+and+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-4273949972737416149</id><published>2010-03-27T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:08:58.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lightbulb Terrarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S64fXTy8PvI/AAAAAAAAATA/5bSH2z6ntY4/s1600/lightbulbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S64fXTy8PvI/AAAAAAAAATA/5bSH2z6ntY4/s400/lightbulbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453330684103638770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am amazed at what people can do.  This is the absolute cutest terrarium idea I have seen.  You can get details here:&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.etsy.com/storque/how-to/how-tuesday-top-10-spring-tutorials-by-etsians-7440/"&gt; http://www.etsy.com/storque/how-to/how-tuesday-top-10-spring-tutorials-by-etsians-7440/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-4273949972737416149?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4273949972737416149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/03/lightbulb-terrarium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4273949972737416149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4273949972737416149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/03/lightbulb-terrarium.html' title='A Lightbulb Terrarium'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S64fXTy8PvI/AAAAAAAAATA/5bSH2z6ntY4/s72-c/lightbulbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-1407779942828335006</id><published>2010-02-19T16:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:19:45.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRED a remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S38X2lZvhpI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pPEHBcvQ3hc/s1600-h/PIERROT2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S38X2lZvhpI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pPEHBcvQ3hc/s400/PIERROT2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440093101407307410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My brother-in-law, Fred, spent a lot of time changing a 1920's postcard into this great picture of himself and his wife (my sister) , Lois as Poirot and Poirette.  In the days when he was first diagnosed with lung cancer, he lost many of his inhibitions and told me he didn't appreciate my publishing the picture on my Facebook page.  He NEVER would have made such a comment before! But I can post it now....Luv ya, Fred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-1407779942828335006?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1407779942828335006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/02/fred-remembrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1407779942828335006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1407779942828335006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2010/02/fred-remembrance.html' title='FRED a remembrance'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/S38X2lZvhpI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pPEHBcvQ3hc/s72-c/PIERROT2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-2107759802638021124</id><published>2009-12-26T09:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:44:17.983-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Snowmen About Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92zTc4euI/AAAAAAAAASY/fSMWuTwsX1E/s1600-h/snowman5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92zTc4euI/AAAAAAAAASY/fSMWuTwsX1E/s200/snowman5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183100144188130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92zMOPG6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/xnyylBY3dRc/s1600-h/snowman4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92zMOPG6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/xnyylBY3dRc/s200/snowman4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183098203708322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92yfam5qI/AAAAAAAAASA/GGAJBh1EQXc/s1600-h/snowman1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92yfam5qI/AAAAAAAAASA/GGAJBh1EQXc/s200/snowman1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183086176003746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92yPdIBoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_CB-a5gQCZI/s1600-h/snowman.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92yPdIBoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_CB-a5gQCZI/s200/snowman.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183081891595906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92_UvbHqI/AAAAAAAAASg/u6B-uvn7m0Y/s1600-h/snowman3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92_UvbHqI/AAAAAAAAASg/u6B-uvn7m0Y/s200/snowman3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183306648821410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has been &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92y_YQsQI/AAAAAAAAASI/qo2I_O3oXig/s1600-h/snowman2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92y_YQsQI/AAAAAAAAASI/qo2I_O3oXig/s200/snowman2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183094756094210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a very good year for snowmen as you can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:3892/c4f2ec4970cac7b892d2299ed844a2ea/image575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:3892/c4f2ec4970cac7b892d2299ed844a2ea/image575.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-2107759802638021124?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2107759802638021124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowmen-about-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/2107759802638021124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/2107759802638021124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowmen-about-town.html' title='Snowmen About Town!'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sz92zTc4euI/AAAAAAAAASY/fSMWuTwsX1E/s72-c/snowman5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-3349571621630300217</id><published>2009-12-24T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:11:29.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SzPnA0V15mI/AAAAAAAAARg/kd8HAbrKJjE/s1600-h/1card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SzPnA0V15mI/AAAAAAAAARg/kd8HAbrKJjE/s400/1card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418928777893111394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-3349571621630300217?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3349571621630300217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3349571621630300217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3349571621630300217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas to Everyone!'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SzPnA0V15mI/AAAAAAAAARg/kd8HAbrKJjE/s72-c/1card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-5056116959449887987</id><published>2009-12-12T14:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:08:50.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SyQCK0MTrxI/AAAAAAAAARI/bWMoXezrSoA/s1600-h/scan0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SyQCK0MTrxI/AAAAAAAAARI/bWMoXezrSoA/s320/scan0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414455036838391570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My husband used to play Santa on Christmas Eve at my Mom's house.  He was a hit all around!  His career was cut short when my son told me after looking at the Christmas pictures that "Santa looks just like my Daddy".&lt;br /&gt;Today he resurrected the role when he played Santa for the children of the members of my Brother-in-law's club.  Needless to say, he still has it.  The Santa suit was way better than the original, and the beard and wig were also nicer looking in my opinion.  What do you think?  He needed a little less padding, but he is great.&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SyQDaIyO_WI/AAAAAAAAARY/gMgD7w-jgZI/s1600-h/a2santajohn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SyQDaIyO_WI/AAAAAAAAARY/gMgD7w-jgZI/s200/a2santajohn.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414456399575842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SyQC84lPecI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d3x89VOloFE/s1600-h/asanta+john.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SyQC84lPecI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d3x89VOloFE/s200/asanta+john.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414455897010174402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-5056116959449887987?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5056116959449887987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/times-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/5056116959449887987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/5056116959449887987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/times-change.html' title='Times Change?'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SyQCK0MTrxI/AAAAAAAAARI/bWMoXezrSoA/s72-c/scan0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-8252780101256100181</id><published>2009-12-08T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:25:21.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A View From My  Kitchen Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sx6ZfMOLnmI/AAAAAAAAARA/vEjsrxNRU4k/s1600-h/window.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sx6ZfMOLnmI/AAAAAAAAARA/vEjsrxNRU4k/s400/window.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412932563281616482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I lived in the city most of my life and we moved to the suburbs 15 years ago.  But it was just yesterday that I looked outside while having my coffee and really appreciated the view.  You can teach an old dog new tricks! Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-8252780101256100181?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8252780101256100181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-from-my-kitchen-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8252780101256100181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8252780101256100181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-from-my-kitchen-window.html' title='A View From My  Kitchen Window'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sx6ZfMOLnmI/AAAAAAAAARA/vEjsrxNRU4k/s72-c/window.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-3428558901278531204</id><published>2009-10-21T11:52:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:15:11.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25th anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silver anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding dress'/><title type='text'>25 YEARS OF WEDDED BLISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St88bwVnx4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/OZhSPRI0j_0/s1600-h/ourwedding1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St88bwVnx4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/OZhSPRI0j_0/s400/ourwedding1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395097326142867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I were married on November 3, 1984.  We had planned the wedding for a very long time.  I made my dress and the dress for my bridesmaid, Kathy. My other friend Carol made her own.    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The pattern for both my dress and theirs was actually the same.  I made mine longer without the cowl and added the sash.  Theirs was shorter with a cowl and sash. &lt;/span&gt;  The mother of another friend of mine did my flowers as a wedding present.  Lilies of the Valley and Violets.  My favorites.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuB_Ol_kkCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mx9Vxd_v5q4/s1600-h/scan0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuB_Ol_kkCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mx9Vxd_v5q4/s320/scan0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395452242283499554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was going to be at St. Vincent of DePaul church which was down the street from our house on Webster.  We had the organist booked for November 4.&lt;br /&gt;The reception would be at The Parthenon in Greek town.  We chose that venue because not only was John friends with Johnny, who owned the restaurant, but we always left there happy and had never had an argument or disagreement there.&lt;br /&gt;The invitations were out when John's back went out.  He came home from work one day and said his back hurt.  I told him to lay on the floor thinking that the firm surface would straighten things out.  Three hours later, he couldn't get up!  I called an ambulance and he went to the hospital.  He was in the hospital for two weeks before the wedding.  I don't know if it was just how they treated back pain in 1984, or Grant Hospital was just a crappy hospital, but their treatment plan was ' when you can walk to the bathroom by yourself, you can go home'.  Some Tylenol 3, no physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;After about a week, he asked if there was something else that they could do, and they sent someone to put ice/heat on his back.  Then they sent someone in  to massage the area.  One week later, he could walk to the bathroom and was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuCANxXBP5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_35LwjvxaMI/s1600-h/scan0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuCANxXBP5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_35LwjvxaMI/s320/scan0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395453327666397074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, I had to call everyone on the guest list to cancel the wedding.  I had no idea when he would be released from the hospital, we had missed our pre-cana meetings and couldn't  count on him getting well on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He was released on time, but everything was already cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We decided that we would get married at City Hall,  but had to change the date from Sunday, November 4th to Saturday, November 3rd.  City Hall isn't open on Sunday.  To this day, I have to think twice about our anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had no trouble changing the date with Johnny at The Parthenon, but we invited fewer people, just immediate family and our closest friends.  I just didn't want to go into everything on the phone over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because it was an afternoon wedding, we thought that we could have a party Saturday night for all our other friends and invited them by word of mouth.  Nobody we knew could resist one of our parties.  As it turned out, John's friend Paulie owned a bakery and made the wedding cake.  He also catered the party for our wedding present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As luck would have it, we had wonderful weather,  got to drive around in a white '57 Bel Air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;had two great parties and just one sore back!&lt;br /&gt;My sister took our photos in the Lincoln Park Conservatory and those all turned out beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;And 25 years later...here we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuCDsrh8FgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8xDhqtGTcYc/s1600-h/johnclam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuCDsrh8FgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8xDhqtGTcYc/s200/johnclam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395457157212411394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuCDsRCRgMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TDUbc0Yv1Xs/s1600-h/maryclam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SuCDsRCRgMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TDUbc0Yv1Xs/s200/maryclam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395457150100275394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-3428558901278531204?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3428558901278531204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-years-of-wedded-bliss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3428558901278531204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3428558901278531204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-years-of-wedded-bliss.html' title='25 YEARS OF WEDDED BLISS'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St88bwVnx4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/OZhSPRI0j_0/s72-c/ourwedding1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-3955197796609307235</id><published>2009-10-21T10:40:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:29:13.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IS IT NATURAL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St82rKVK47I/AAAAAAAAAQA/lg9zIwnHaeM/s1600-h/nature.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St82rKVK47I/AAAAAAAAAQA/lg9zIwnHaeM/s320/nature.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395090993748566962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St8yHbJcgwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/emxg0Ejy5vY/s1600-h/natural.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St8yHbJcgwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/emxg0Ejy5vY/s320/natural.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085981740991234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isn't this a lovely color?  Now that I'm used to it, I think so.  I used to think that colors like this "just aren't natural".  Evidently, I was mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Merriam-Webster defines natural as " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; being in accordance with or determined by nature &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; having or constituting a classification based on features existing in nature".&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not 2a, but 2b, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall has always been my favorite time of year and Sarah has always been my favorite daughter. Put the two together and you get very lovely colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya bears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-3955197796609307235?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3955197796609307235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-natural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3955197796609307235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3955197796609307235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-natural.html' title='IS IT NATURAL?'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/St82rKVK47I/AAAAAAAAAQA/lg9zIwnHaeM/s72-c/nature.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-3149566691360065580</id><published>2009-08-13T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:28:12.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am a Bluebell.  What are&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/index.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/index.html"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://lilaknits.blogspot.com/2009/05/ikea-hack-craft-pod.html"&gt;great idea from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; http://lilaknits.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 534px; height: 458px;" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="2" valign="top" align="left"&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/envelopes/ps_collection_bluebell.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/bluebellname.gif" alt="bluebell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You have a classic style, are a romantic, easy to love, and people find you appealing. Some may think of you as quiet, but you are really thinking deeply about what is going on around you, and then coming up with the perfect solution. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#a3ccdd" height="100"&gt; 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&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#ad5594" height="50"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/beet.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/transparent.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#74a8da" height="50"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/blue.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/transparent.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#e8e2d4" height="50"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/cement.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/transparent.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#c7c2eb" height="50"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/violet.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/transparent.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#f68b69" height="50"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/papaya.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/transparent.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#dd3232" height="50"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/red.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/transparent.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#a2d0cf" height="50"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/howto/ideas/colorscope/pool.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paper-source.com/images/colorscope/transparent.gif" width="50" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-3149566691360065580?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3149566691360065580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-bluebell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3149566691360065580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/3149566691360065580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-bluebell.html' title=''/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-7081261935979259259</id><published>2009-08-05T09:55:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:49:18.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oilcloth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cushions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rickrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buttons'/><title type='text'>A Cushy Job Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnnlnQDHfcI/AAAAAAAAANg/_DkQ64ze49g/s1600-h/cushion+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnnlnQDHfcI/AAAAAAAAANg/_DkQ64ze49g/s320/cushion+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366572893474356674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love my kitchen chairs.  My husband says that they are uncomfortable.  The compromise is "the cushions".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found some really nice fabric on clearance at Joann Fabrics.   It was on a holiday Sunday and it was 50% off the reduced price.  So it was $2.50 a yard.  I bought all that they had of three coordinating prints. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One print was kind of a Mexican oilcloth print.  The one with fruit, not the one with the flowers.  The second print was a smaller version of the fruit, outlined in red rickrack squares. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The third print was a kind of rickrack plaid.  I wasn't that crazy about the plaid, but you can always use the coordinating fabrics in areas that you can't see, so you can save the fabric you like.  I thought that I could use the plaid for the reverse side of the cushion.  Nobody would see it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnnnWJZZ5_I/AAAAAAAAANo/6z_HwHAl2Rs/s1600-h/cushion+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnnnWJZZ5_I/AAAAAAAAANo/6z_HwHAl2Rs/s320/cushion+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366574798654269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Well, I made a pattern of the round seat and cut The outlined fabric so that the center of the seat would be an intersection of the rickrack border.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought that I would put a button in the center to give it a neater look.  I wanted to make it a puffier, more comfortable cushion and raise the chair height just a little bit.  I bought buttons to cover for the side I liked and some some primary colored, four hole, plastic buttons for the side I didn't.  My plan was to use a different color button for each chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't know if I wanted to make a piped edge or a rickrack edge.  The cushion just looked too busy piped with either of the two fabrics and I didn't want to waste the third fabric making wide bias&lt;br /&gt;tape, so I decided to use red rickrack.  The only&lt;br /&gt;problem with that is that the rickrack I could buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnnrRIoGQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/vth793926O4/s1600-h/cushion+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnnrRIoGQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/vth793926O4/s320/cushion+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366579110594626146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the yard was too small or too large.  I needed&lt;br /&gt;six yards, and the package of rickrack in the&lt;br /&gt;correct size was a running 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 1/2 yards.&lt;/span&gt;  Because&lt;br /&gt;I needed 54 inches running for each cushion,&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy four packages.&lt;br /&gt;I covered the buttons with only the apples from the fruit print.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sandwiching the trim between the the two sides of fabric, I sewed it on the plaid side after the construction and stuffing.  So that on the fruit side it showed just as a border and on the plaid side it showed as a larger rickrack trim, mirroring the red rickrack in the plaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnntJXZECQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z48vyjIdrI4/s1600-h/cushion.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnntJXZECQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z48vyjIdrI4/s320/cushion.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366581176142399746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a lucky break that I had an upholstery needle to sew the buttons on, because I don't think that I would have been able to tighten them enough without one.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I have discovered is there is such a thing as CHEAP safety pins.  I wanted to fasten the cushions to the chairs with ties.  I remembered from my childhood sewing classes that you could sew strips of fabric outside in and turn them inside out to hide the seams.  This is done by attaching a safety pin to one end and sliding it through the strip, pulling the strip through itself.  Great idea, always worked when I did it before.  Not this time!  First the fabric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;frayed and then the pin broke, so it didn't slide  &lt;/span&gt;through.  I went looking in my old trusty button box for a "vintage" safety pin.  No luck, but I did find my handy dandy bias tape folder&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;It is a great little machine! You just feed the strip of fabric through and then iron.  I didn't cut the strips on the bias, but it worked like a charm.  Et Voila!     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns8zAGV6DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GCceCIQqnFc/s1600-h/1bias.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns8zAGV6DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GCceCIQqnFc/s200/1bias.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366950227839674418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I made the tape, folded it in half and sewed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a satisfying project.  My kitchen looks cuter.  My husband is sitting pretty.  I found that thing out about safety pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns-fZS3HeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XUmz63mQSJE/s1600-h/1cush.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns-fZS3HeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XUmz63mQSJE/s200/1cush.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366952090028940770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we are all happy campers.  I'm about to get started on my next project...what will it be?  Can I top this?  Probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cushions on the chairs ready for approval...Do you approve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns_faXP-XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WP2dV5bjMU4/s1600-h/1frtside.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns_faXP-XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WP2dV5bjMU4/s320/1frtside.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366953189827410290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns_RRd6fGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MNFbW95a0ZE/s1600-h/1rrside.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns_RRd6fGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MNFbW95a0ZE/s320/1rrside.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366952946921274466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sns6nG9Vq1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/z0FA_5lq0_Q/s1600-h/1iron.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-7081261935979259259?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7081261935979259259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/08/kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/7081261935979259259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/7081261935979259259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/08/kitchen.html' title='A Cushy Job Done!'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnnlnQDHfcI/AAAAAAAAANg/_DkQ64ze49g/s72-c/cushion+3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-8823503545735176010</id><published>2009-07-29T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:54:00.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddy bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antique toys'/><title type='text'>More is not Enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnCPFGy9jHI/AAAAAAAAANY/F6xwJFwqkqc/s1600-h/more+lenores.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnCPFGy9jHI/AAAAAAAAANY/F6xwJFwqkqc/s400/more+lenores.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363944474084740210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My sister has a little collection of Teddy Bears.  Here are some of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnCPEp9G68I/AAAAAAAAANQ/LOaM9ljanPQ/s1600-h/teddy+bears+lenore.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnCPEp9G68I/AAAAAAAAANQ/LOaM9ljanPQ/s400/teddy+bears+lenore.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363944466342669250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some of the others.  There are more...but not enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-8823503545735176010?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8823503545735176010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-is-not-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8823503545735176010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8823503545735176010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-is-not-enough.html' title='More is not Enough!'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SnCPFGy9jHI/AAAAAAAAANY/F6xwJFwqkqc/s72-c/more+lenores.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-8943858336805282949</id><published>2009-07-20T16:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:53:17.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cottage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>I Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Smh3Xoqm6CI/AAAAAAAAANI/e1mMjkDT3vs/s1600-h/i+wish.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Smh3Xoqm6CI/AAAAAAAAANI/e1mMjkDT3vs/s400/i+wish.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361666604321400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish I had a beach cottage!  Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-8943858336805282949?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8943858336805282949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8943858336805282949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8943858336805282949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish.html' title='I Wish...'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Smh3Xoqm6CI/AAAAAAAAANI/e1mMjkDT3vs/s72-c/i+wish.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-4333017093023788511</id><published>2009-07-19T08:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:52:44.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comisky Park'/><title type='text'>Took Me Out to the Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmMcCAUg2_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/dmbXzN0Pntk/s1600-h/ball+game.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmMcCAUg2_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/dmbXzN0Pntk/s400/ball+game.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158802272377842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went to the Chicago White Sox game yesterday.  It was the first time since we lived two blocks away from Wrigley Field&lt;/span&gt; that I have been to a pro game.  That's 30 years. I must say that I was overwhelmed.  I also must say that although still am not a fan of baseball,  I did have a good time.  It's like an amusement park in there.&lt;br /&gt;You know how at Six Flags there is stuff to do beside going on the rides?  Same here.  It's a given that you can find almost any kind of Chicago food,  drink beer (and Margaritas, and Mai Tai's) but there are all kinds of other things going on at the same time!  Pizza races, McDonald's races, and some kind of fan Limbo.  Like I said, "I was overwhelmed".&lt;br /&gt;You can see how overwhelmed I was if you look at my reflection in the corner of John's sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmMe8aEWnAI/AAAAAAAAANA/LFgRxvPH8cY/s1600-h/john+sox.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmMe8aEWnAI/AAAAAAAAANA/LFgRxvPH8cY/s400/john+sox.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360162004639587330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-4333017093023788511?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4333017093023788511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/took-me-out-to-ball-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4333017093023788511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4333017093023788511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/took-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Took Me Out to the Ball Game'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmMcCAUg2_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/dmbXzN0Pntk/s72-c/ball+game.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-1824581073369932687</id><published>2009-07-18T11:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:51:56.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch potato'/><title type='text'>The Benefits of Being a Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was laying on the couch and watching TV, when I look over at the dining room and saw some interesting angles in the dining room set.  They reminded me of Frank Loyd Wright designs.  So I took a picture with my phone and played with the image a little bit.  I can't get quite the effect that I want, but these photos are kind of interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmH_Z0--MPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GzM1vWj7k-I/s1600-h/chairs.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmH_Z0--MPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GzM1vWj7k-I/s200/chairs.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359845850732179698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmH_aoCIqxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/z_i0o0sDXnA/s1600-h/chairs1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmH_aoCIqxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/z_i0o0sDXnA/s200/chairs1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359845864435657490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come on, it's a phone after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-1824581073369932687?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1824581073369932687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/benefits-of-being-couch-potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1824581073369932687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1824581073369932687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/benefits-of-being-couch-potato.html' title='The Benefits of Being a Couch Potato'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SmH_Z0--MPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GzM1vWj7k-I/s72-c/chairs.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-1459460618630621243</id><published>2009-07-13T13:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:34.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage'/><title type='text'>Is it a Fish or is it a JESUS Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Slt4iOKvadI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SNeaJwWSC4g/s1600-h/my+fish.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Slt4iOKvadI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SNeaJwWSC4g/s400/my+fish.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358008711001369042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went to a new little store in my town and bought a cute fish to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; put on my garage door.  I thought that my husband John could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; see it and be inspired when he went fishing.&lt;/span&gt;  I hung it on the door and stepped back to admire it when a miracle happened...It turned into a JESUS fish!&lt;br /&gt;Now this picture is a little blurry, so you might not get the full effect and it might just be my mindset but LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Slt5SUOOFDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7khJAOScR_k/s1600-h/my+fish2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Slt5SUOOFDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7khJAOScR_k/s400/my+fish2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358009537260295218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fish, cross...fish, cross...JESUS fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-1459460618630621243?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1459460618630621243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-fish-or-is-it-jesus-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1459460618630621243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1459460618630621243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-fish-or-is-it-jesus-fish.html' title='Is it a Fish or is it a JESUS Fish'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Slt4iOKvadI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SNeaJwWSC4g/s72-c/my+fish.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-1184137135606839714</id><published>2009-07-12T12:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:34.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage'/><title type='text'>Number 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sloaymjgs5I/AAAAAAAAALo/lmBlT8dsQ4Y/s1600-h/curtain+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sloaymjgs5I/AAAAAAAAALo/lmBlT8dsQ4Y/s320/curtain+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357624163355898770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now for the second thing on the list.  My garage curtain.  John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;said he likes that I made it with RASTA colors.  I just thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that it reminded me of the  squaw dress I had when I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;three.  I think that that I needed some color in that garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;area.  It was just a big blank space and we all know that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cannot stand big blank spaces.   The colors kind of go with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;flower pots and the yard flowers too.  Maybe too much green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but who am I to tell Mother Nature there is too much green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-1184137135606839714?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1184137135606839714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/number-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1184137135606839714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/1184137135606839714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/number-2.html' title='Number 2'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sloaymjgs5I/AAAAAAAAALo/lmBlT8dsQ4Y/s72-c/curtain+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-6119906824590841369</id><published>2009-07-11T16:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:34.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budgie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parakeet'/><title type='text'>Crossing things off the virtual list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SlkGWDySjdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Uw_brZhhWJ8/s1600-h/real+bird.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SlkGWDySjdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Uw_brZhhWJ8/s320/real+bird.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357320207777041874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have crossed two things off my list (the list of things to accomplish).  I have made the parakeet embroidered on felt and the great curtain for my garage.        &lt;br /&gt;Here is the parakeet.  I made it yellow and green just like&lt;br /&gt;My bird whom I have named Fritz and the kids have named&lt;br /&gt;something else.  We only talk to him directly because we just&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to call him.  He is really old for a bird,  I&lt;br /&gt;think we got him when Sarah was still in grammar school.&lt;br /&gt;That makes him...at least 8 years old.  He doesn't talk, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that is to be expected.  Who is a Pretty Bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SlkGkGrDZtI/AAAAAAAAALY/5fWD7ilLzQ4/s1600-h/bird.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SlkGkGrDZtI/AAAAAAAAALY/5fWD7ilLzQ4/s320/bird.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357320449070163666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the bird I made.  Not too much of a resemblance, but you get the general idea.  It is only my first attempt, and I am not really crazy about the colors.  I think that the turquoise and Light blue is a better effect, but that's just me.  Also as Sarah pointed out, his head is kind of flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll try again but that particular thing to do is now at the bottom of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who is a Pretty Bird now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-6119906824590841369?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6119906824590841369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/crossing-things-off-virtual-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/6119906824590841369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/6119906824590841369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/07/crossing-things-off-virtual-list.html' title='Crossing things off the virtual list'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SlkGWDySjdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Uw_brZhhWJ8/s72-c/real+bird.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-4223739382057908443</id><published>2009-06-21T09:16:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:34.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushrooms'/><title type='text'>Is It Rocket Science?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5GnafVzkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_v-q7fuge3o/s1600-h/mush+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5GnafVzkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_v-q7fuge3o/s400/mush+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349791050302344770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was never really good at science, but I could always get basic concepts, like cell division and&lt;br /&gt;how molds and fungi spread.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't figure out though how these things can show up&lt;br /&gt;OVERNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5JyCE2t9I/AAAAAAAAALA/bu6fcXUx6a0/s1600-h/mush+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5JyCE2t9I/AAAAAAAAALA/bu6fcXUx6a0/s200/mush+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349794531262248914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know  what kind of mushrooms they are, but my Grandma Ball&lt;br /&gt;always said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not to eat anything you are not sure of.  Not that I would eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anything that would  spring up overnight in my mulch.  On the other hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grandma Ball also said, "If it's poisonous, even the bugs won't eat it.".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bugs have definitely eaten these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is more.  When I came home last week, I thought that a dog had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;buried a bone in my front yard.   A really weird bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5FEHzsKbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NwehAhGO92A/s1600-h/mush+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5FEHzsKbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NwehAhGO92A/s200/mush+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349789344480373170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I thought what if there has been some kind of alien invasion and these are alien pods.  Actually I didn'tbelieve it could have happened, but it crossed my mind.  Come on, you read comic books.   It looks alien, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Check out the other ones.  I found out online that they are a cup fungus.  I think that they should change the name to pod fungus.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I also found out that if you get this stuff in your mulch you just have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;put up with it and not try to remove it .  It is a fungus, it will spread more spores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5KVx9HoEI/AAAAAAAAALI/Uo5txVyz1SE/s1600-h/mush+4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5KVx9HoEI/AAAAAAAAALI/Uo5txVyz1SE/s200/mush+4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349795145410125890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when it is moved.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is science, not rocket science.   YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If anyone reading this knows any scientific names for these particular fungi, please comment and let me know.  After all if it is aliens, I want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-4223739382057908443?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4223739382057908443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-rocket-science.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4223739382057908443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4223739382057908443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-rocket-science.html' title='Is It Rocket Science?'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sj5GnafVzkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_v-q7fuge3o/s72-c/mush+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-20733856720278102</id><published>2009-06-10T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:38.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Lady of Guadalupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milagros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><title type='text'>Expanded Yard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SjBh4YCryjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vK-BWa8iLz0/s1600-h/closeup+olg1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SjBh4YCryjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vK-BWa8iLz0/s320/closeup+olg1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345880378843056690" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Well, I have expanded on my yard.  You know that more is not enough!  I have added more beads plus milagros!  You can see that this is  more estheticly pleasing.  Plus I have added milagros for Lenore's bad foot and stomach.  Plus Lois' heart and Fred's lungs.  Also John's heart.  I think it is worth a shot!  Not only that, but it is really visually pleasing to have something on either side of the Virgin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-20733856720278102?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/20733856720278102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/06/expanded-yard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/20733856720278102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/20733856720278102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/06/expanded-yard.html' title='Expanded Yard!'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SjBh4YCryjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vK-BWa8iLz0/s72-c/closeup+olg1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-7610775481225193297</id><published>2009-05-25T16:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:34.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Lady of Guadalupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain link fence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsLQYmZLCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o3xxxwrUm9s/s1600-h/sisters+garden.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsLQYmZLCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o3xxxwrUm9s/s320/sisters+garden.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339874159287151650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have always disliked chain link fences.  I also noted that the manufacturers of these fences usually try to make them less offensive by putting weird decorative accents on the tops of the gates.  I have two separate decorations on my two gates and decided that they needed some more embellishment! Here is the front gate.  Pictured are:Lenore( eldest sister),Lois(older sister), and me,Ellie(youngest sister).  I made them out of wooden finials.  I painted them wired them with beads and wired the whole thing to the front fence.  I love them almost as much as I love my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsMV6fI3BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U8UAnVezPWM/s1600-h/sisters.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsMV6fI3BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U8UAnVezPWM/s320/sisters.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339875353794501650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lenore is the redhead who looks at least 15&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 years younger than she did before her new&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 haircut.  She is called Queenie and is wearing a crown so we all know.  Lois  has a new haircut and her newly highlighted hair looks lovely.  She is wearing her First Communion cross that was missing for so many years.  Ellie has a new haircut and she loves that she can wear it so many ways including with a bandanna all kind of 40's ish!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T WE LOOK LIKE DOLLS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell the guys who invented chain link fences that they can add stuff that's way cooler than those goofy metal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND IF THEY ARE RELIGIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsOXeurJxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sOouUDTBIpg/s1600-h/our+l+of+g1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsQFXvzErI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZAASqC4QmtQ/s1600-h/our+l+of+g1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsQFXvzErI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZAASqC4QmtQ/s200/our+l+of+g1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339879467637740210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsQg2P6luI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ovkDNq836wk/s1600-h/our+l+of+g.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsQg2P6luI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ovkDNq836wk/s320/our+l+of+g.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339879939681982178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Our Lady of Guadalupe for whom I have a fascination.  She looks like a DOLL too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-7610775481225193297?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7610775481225193297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/05/yard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/7610775481225193297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/7610775481225193297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/05/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/ShsLQYmZLCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o3xxxwrUm9s/s72-c/sisters+garden.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-356741562105567159</id><published>2009-05-10T18:17:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:34.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrinky dinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>I am the Mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sgdi5WT2TbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/z2knaNDA928/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sgdi5WT2TbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/z2knaNDA928/s400/mother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334341021024538034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It dawned on me yesterday that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;am the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;.  Now that my Mom is gone, I don't have to worry about finding the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;erfect gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for her.  Not that I don't miss her(that is for a whole other blog!), but  I can actually get the perfect gift...and I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I mentioned to Sarah that I wanted to get a ring I saw on Etsy.  She gave me $40 towards that purchase...and is giving me the rest on her next payday!  She was very specific as to what that money is for...the ring and nothing else.  So the next time anyone sees me I will be wearing this beautiful ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SgdovQG3MxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FtIQ6e-EVm8/s1600-h/my+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SgdovQG3MxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FtIQ6e-EVm8/s320/my+ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334347444630532882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Andrew on the other hand is into ShrinkyDinks.  He made me a card and then shrunk it!  I would not have thought of that for sure.  Then I opened the box and inside was the cutest little bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SghB6R6VfkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A4lKjxeAtzg/s1600-h/little+birdy+sd.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SghB6R6VfkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A4lKjxeAtzg/s200/little+birdy+sd.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586228116651586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SghCRv0R8VI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4AZqe_ll9SM/s1600-h/my+mothersday+present.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SghCRv0R8VI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4AZqe_ll9SM/s320/my+mothersday+present.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586631281307986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love that I have two good kids with excellent&lt;br /&gt;taste.  They get it from me and I got it from my&lt;br /&gt;mother.  And she got it from her mother and so on...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-356741562105567159?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/356741562105567159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/356741562105567159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/356741562105567159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-mother.html' title='I am the Mother!'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sgdi5WT2TbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/z2knaNDA928/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-7109329206502233939</id><published>2009-04-28T13:24:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:34.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kranz candies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bremen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuttgardt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><title type='text'>The History of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SfdK6-2pe0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pKwZ3yFLU-g/s1600-h/grampa+and+girls.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SfdK6-2pe0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pKwZ3yFLU-g/s320/grampa+and+girls.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329811061181348674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I talk to my sisters often, but I don't see them as often as I'd like.  I did see my sister Lenore last week and she brought me the most wonderful present. Pictures of my grandmother Frida, my dad's mother and some pictures of my grandfather William Sr. (Wilhelm) taken before they were married.  To those of you who don't know the history, we're talking pre 1912!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;My grandfather was born in 1877 and came to the U.S. when he was 16.  OK, that was 1893 the year of the Columbian Exposition in Chicago.  To put into perspective... the year that the Museum of Science and Industry opened...the year that the Field Museum was completed. And for you lovers of spooky non-fiction the year of &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/crown/devilinthewhitecity/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Devil in the White City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SfenPjrSzNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rCIFJ0mZgIw/s1600-h/baby+papa.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Although my grandmother died when my dad was four, she has had a great impact on our family.  We have fantasized about her our whole lives.  Looking at these pictures, you can see why!  Frida is second from the right in the suit picture.  She belonged to either an acting or singing society.  My guess is singing because why would everybody dress the same for a play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sfeh-AhCKLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4lN4rmM1aRs/s1600-h/freida+and+the+boys.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sfeh-AhCKLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4lN4rmM1aRs/s320/freida+and+the+boys.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329906770678786226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She must have been quite a gal.  I was so excited to get these photos because I look very much like good old Frida.  Actually good young Frida, because she died when she was about 30 in 1918.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She looks like a doll in the picture below.  She is the second from the left in the middle row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sfelu1Jn2EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ONENMdygxr0/s1600-h/freida+and+the+girls.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sfelu1Jn2EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ONENMdygxr0/s320/freida+and+the+girls.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329910907976276034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My grandparent were both from Germany.  Frida was from Stuttgart and Wilhelm was from Bremen and 400 miles was a greater distance back then.  But they met in Chicago when they were both working at Kranz's candies.  She was a waitress and he was the ice cream and candy maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         I guess she recognized his voice when she saw him at the bus stop and asked if he was Wilhelm.   The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/Sfe1UUNmwpI/AAAAAAAAAII/9fggsj6HJl0/s1600-h/grandpa.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2050967100000614917OstmRX"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 252px;" src="http://inlinethumb19.webshots.com/43282/2050967100000614917S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Chicago, IL Antique John Kranz Candies 126-130 N. State Street dated 1924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had never seen the inside of Kranz's, but I have heard stories about how elegant it was.  I was told that ice cream was $1.00 a pint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;during the depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and that certainly was a point to be made!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-7109329206502233939?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7109329206502233939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/history-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/7109329206502233939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/7109329206502233939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/history-of-me.html' title='The History of Me'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SfdK6-2pe0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pKwZ3yFLU-g/s72-c/grampa+and+girls.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-4322432321551147152</id><published>2009-04-04T15:46:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:26:31.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery'/><title type='text'>Arts of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   "The Arts of Life Band&lt;/strong&gt; makes danceable party music with a rock edge. It is an ongoing collaborative project between disabled and non-disabled artists in the Chicago area, based out of the&lt;a href="http://www.artsoflife.org/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artsoflife.org/"&gt;Arts of Life&lt;/a&gt; community of artists and &lt;a href="http://www.reversibleeye.com/"&gt;Reversible Eye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reversibleeye.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;gallery. The Arts of Life is an artistic community that provides adults with developmental disabilities an environment to experience personal growth. The Arts of Life Band performs at local events and fundraisers, and does rock concerts at venues such as the Empty Bottle and the Double Door."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Arts of Life Band was recently featured on ABC7-news, performing songs from their debut, self-titled CD. &lt;/p&gt;                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdtU5E5KvtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Qb8YW5yWVqg/s1600-h/andrew+aol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdtU5E5KvtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Qb8YW5yWVqg/s400/andrew+aol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321940724211171026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son Andrew is in a band called Reddelicious and he also volunteers and plays with&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Arts of Life Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I attended one of their performances and what a good time it was.  There was an art show at a gallery next to the Old Town School of Folk Music and they did a set at the School.  They put everyone present in such an up mood!   My favorite song was "Shark Attack" but I can't get "Puppies and Babies" out of my head!  The music they perform for the most part is written by them.  They choose the type of song, the beat they like and write the lyrics.  The band then puts it together!  You can link to their My Space by clicking their logo! Then listen to some of the songs from their CD.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspace.com/artsoflifeband"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdtXexCF--I/AAAAAAAAAHA/8Rmo7VO8txg/s320/arts+of+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943570738183138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-4322432321551147152?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4322432321551147152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/arts-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4322432321551147152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/4322432321551147152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/arts-of-life.html' title='Arts of Life'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdtU5E5KvtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Qb8YW5yWVqg/s72-c/andrew+aol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-9217528889813052349</id><published>2009-04-04T10:50:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:52:53.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raggedy annie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphant annie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james whitcomb riley'/><title type='text'>Can't Get Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poetry-archive.com/r/little_orphant_annie.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320957833418103554" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 213px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfW9TW32wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/krrHaJkyZ_Y/s320/oldann.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://riley.classicauthors.net/volumeten/volumeten4.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320949810153785042" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 223px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfPqSXmBtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/90YBMPIUG8o/s320/1_orphannie_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While I was looking for the complete "Little Orphant Annie" I found something amazing! She was a real person, who inspired Mr. Riley to write the poem. If you can stand to read 19th century writing without getting bored (good for you!), read what he has to say about Mary Alice Smith. Just click on her photo. "Allie" as the children called her, lived with the Riley family, having been dropped off by her uncle. She was none too keen on that uncle or his wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetry-archive.com/r/little_orphant_annie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;read the poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before "Jim" (Alice's name for Riley) died, he initiated an extensive search for Orphant Annie, advertising in the newspaper. Her daughter saw the advertisement and they were reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 13px; height: 16px;" alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOHNMA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" width="144" height="190" /&gt;Evidently, because of reading James Whitcomb Riley's poems, Little Orphant Annie and&lt;br /&gt;The Raggedy Man, author JohnnyGruelle named his daughter's homemade doll---Raggedy Ann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in Wikipedia that Mary Alice Smith was also the inspiration for Little Orphan Annie but that seems like a stretch to me. Maybe just the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jameswhitcombriley.com/orphant_annie%27s_obituary.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956320362819250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 319px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfVlOyYbrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mj0jzjcePvo/s320/Obituary+LilOrphantAnnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click here to read her obituary&lt;br /&gt;The name&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Hoosier &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;makes me want to spit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://riley.classicauthors.net/volumeten/volumeten4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-9217528889813052349?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/9217528889813052349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-et-enough-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/9217528889813052349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/9217528889813052349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-et-enough-of.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Enough'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfW9TW32wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/krrHaJkyZ_Y/s72-c/oldann.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-8091138179280757479</id><published>2009-04-03T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:37:11.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>I was in the attic and</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZ7l3EhXZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m8mdizOE64A/s1600-h/lil+annie.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZ7l3EhXZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m8mdizOE64A/s320/lil+annie.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320575900153109906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found some drawings that I had done for an illustration class a few years ago. The object of the assignment was to illustrate a children's poem or story. We could choose from some really goofy stories the professor had or choose our own. I have always been fascinated by those morality tales of the Victorian era. My favorite is "Little Orphant Annie" by James Whitcomb Riley. My mom used to recite it to me when I was little. It was also in a book I had when I was really young. Those Victorians must have scared their kids to death! Here is the drawing. And here is the poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;by: James Whitcomb Riley                     (1849-1916)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION&lt;/i&gt;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad                       ones;&lt;br /&gt;                     The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;&lt;br /&gt;                     The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely                       bad ones.&lt;/i&gt;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.poetry-archive.com/l_pic.gif" naturalsizeflag="3" width="22" align="bottom" border="0" height="25" /&gt;ITTLE Orphant Annie's come to                       our house to stay,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth,                       an' sweep,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Ef you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Don't                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Watch                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Out!                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at                       all!                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an'                       press,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Ef you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Don't                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Watch                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Out!                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks                       wuz there,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an'                       hide,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed                       what she's about!                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Ef you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Don't                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Watch                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Out!                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Ef you                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Don't                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Watch                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Out!                     &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-8091138179280757479?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8091138179280757479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-in-attic-and_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8091138179280757479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/8091138179280757479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-in-attic-and_03.html' title='I was in the attic and'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZ7l3EhXZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m8mdizOE64A/s72-c/lil+annie.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-5940167656535224750</id><published>2009-04-03T13:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:40:06.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='r.j.grunts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chips'/><title type='text'>God is Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know if anyone is ever going to read this blog and I want to archive the story of the Sacred Heart chip.  For my daughter Sarah's birthday we went to the family favorite birthday restaurant, R.J. Grunts.  They serve homemade chips there.  Because I am on a low carb diet, I always look at my food before I eat it (makes me aware.).  LOOK what I found!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZU88d0cVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ipanqweYyFM/s1600-h/1sacredheartchip.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZU88d0cVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ipanqweYyFM/s200/1sacredheartchip.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320533415784902994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not recognize a religious icon when you&lt;br /&gt;see it, this is a SACRED HEART chip.  I was so impressed that I&lt;br /&gt;didn't eat it.  I wrapped it in a napkin to take home and sell on Ebay.  Well, the next morning, my puppy Winston smelled it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZXFyyV8kI/AAAAAAAAADw/y53yz_WV7EM/s1600-h/sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZXFyyV8kI/AAAAAAAAADw/y53yz_WV7EM/s400/sc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320535766828708418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my purse,  and pulled out the napkin...then puppy Monroe snagged it and ran.  Needless to say,  I was unable to make my first million on Ebay.  Here it the original Sacred Heart picture  so everyone can see the resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;April first was April Fools Day, and I forgot all about it.  Not that I am a great fooler, but I missed it anyway.  Oh well.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOHNMA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOHNMA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3419423878495452804-5940167656535224750?l=toosmalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5940167656535224750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-is-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/5940167656535224750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3419423878495452804/posts/default/5940167656535224750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosmalltales.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-is-everywhere.html' title='God is Everywhere'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05812300406491929090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdfYZ79oI5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jfz5bAF-WI0/S220/two+small+tails.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdZU88d0cVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ipanqweYyFM/s72-c/1sacredheartchip.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419423878495452804.post-1919324374211566074</id><published>2009-04-01T18:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:39:29.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit arrangement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>You Can Do It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdQCEU7104I/AAAAAAAAADI/gTBicVhMRS4/s1600-h/johneasteq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdQCEU7104I/AAAAAAAAADI/gTBicVhMRS4/s320/johneasteq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319879333193831298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, here are the directions on how to make edible fruit arrangements! They are not my own instructions, but these things are really hard to find on the web.  They are copyrighted so you can link on them at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.plan-the-perfect-baby-shower.com/fruit-bouquet.html"&gt;http://www.plan-the-perfect-baby-shower.com/fruit-bouquet.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting closer to Easter and I am ready.  That only means that we're going out to dinner that day, and I've already bought all the Easter candy. Including &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Edible Easter Basket Grass&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.   I got it at Walmart of all places.  They have a section of candy and toys that are color coordinated.  All &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;blue &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;stuff, all&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;pink &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;stuff, etc.  I haven't opened it yet, so I don't know what it tastes like,  but it looks kind of wafery.  Like those round candies with the candy beads in them. Flying saucers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdQE2rhZBvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qPaSbgXmACc/s1600-h/flying+saucers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdQE2rhZBvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qPaSbgXmACc/s320/flying+saucers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319882397273622258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out soon if that grass is wafery or like sour candy.  My kids are young adults now so they have no problem&lt;br /&gt;sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a candy site that sells these, although they are out of stock at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.hometownfavorites.com/products.asp?dept=1066&amp;amp;number=HFCA264&amp;amp;pagenumber=2"&gt;http://www.hometownfavorites.com/products.asp?dept=1066&amp;amp;number=HFCA264&amp;amp;pagenumber=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of nostalgic candies here from the 50's to the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOHNMA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.hometownfavorites.com/products.asp?dept=1066&amp;amp;number=HFCA264&amp;amp;pagenumber=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.plan-the-perfect-baby-shower.com/fruit-bouquet.html"&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdKLxzWLs-I/AAAAAAAAACo/4pIJhArwpeQ/s320/etsy+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319467797591077858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's raining today and I thought that this blog might organize my thoughts...My mind isn't doing such a good job of it these days.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Linda asked me to find some cookie bakers for her.  I found two cute shops on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;!  The one on the left is from AmyBakes.  These cookies are all about 3" and she'll make four of each for only $12.  I can't believe it!  I just have to see if she can put them on sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another shop too and she says she can put her cookies on sticks.  The shop is called BrokenRoadFarm.   They have  butter- cream frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdKQfHZTUQI/AAAAAAAAADA/2tyHFPy-Aa8/s1600-h/etsy+cookies+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eET5FwVgKSQ/SdKQfHZTUQI/AAAAAAAAADA/2tyHFPy-Aa8/s400/etsy+cookies+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319472974113493250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and and are $7.99 for six ( at least that is the pre-stick price.  I wouldn't bake for those prices.  I was also doing some research for Linda about making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;those cool fruit arrangements that are so expensive.  I came across one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; site that has a really really expensive kit and all you really need is a cookie cutter and some bamboo skewers. There was another place that gave directions on how to "do it yourself".  If it works, I will post it for all to see.  I have to take some pictures now so I have some actual content for this blog.  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