<?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-2303453917030684351</id><updated>2011-10-01T05:26:22.074-07:00</updated><category term='First post'/><category term='aw yeah'/><title type='text'>Mighty Crafts</title><subtitle type='html'>Sleep, Eat, Craft</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-7794927435086307823</id><published>2011-01-01T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:34:09.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo?</title><content type='html'>Hello darling followers. Did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you know that I've started a new blog that I'll be trying to update more often, instead of this one. Since it's so specific, it should be easy. I'll definitely be posting more over there, and probably even include crafts I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://birdysbento.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;Birdy's Bento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blog will be focusing on the bento lunches I take to work with me, hopefully for an entire year. Should be entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-7794927435086307823?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/7794927435086307823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2011/01/wheres-waldo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/7794927435086307823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/7794927435086307823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2011/01/wheres-waldo.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo?'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-6063992879093412009</id><published>2010-10-02T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:00:41.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'You would've gone in second, but you weren't ready yet.'</title><content type='html'>And that's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://mrjessebray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt; for that gem of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what evening, do you ask? Why the awesome evening we had friday night where we had our good friends &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mrjessebray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt; over for pizza and cupcakes and some forced conversation. It was a lot of fun, and I had gone into it planning to take photos to share. Not only for proof that I have friends but also to show you the delicious pizza my boy and I have been partaking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not, however, planned on slicing the tip of my finger off. So, once that happened I sort of forgot about my camera. You understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the finger chunk (and it was a sizable chunk) did not end up on our pizza. At least not mine, and that's what matters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a bit sad though... I was working on a Power Up #2 from the post before, and sadly can't finish with a mangled hand. Depressing right? Just means I have more time for blog posting. How lucky for you guys, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-6063992879093412009?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/6063992879093412009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-wouldve-gone-in-second-but-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6063992879093412009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6063992879093412009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-wouldve-gone-in-second-but-your.html' title='&apos;You would&apos;ve gone in second, but you weren&apos;t ready yet.&apos;'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-5306047864454099371</id><published>2010-09-30T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:47:30.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvenated</title><content type='html'>There is something about getting a job after a hiatus that just  energizes me. It's like a revelation: I will be useful to  society! I will, yet again, be a contributing member. And there is  something in the revelation that makes me think: you know what else I  should do? I should craft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And craft I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it's best for me to ease into a project. I really have a short attention span, as you can tell with my sporadic blog posting. I think calling is sporadic is a little bit generous, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided cute little plushies are the best way to get in the mood of making things. Because they can be cute so quick I don't get worn out. Because I know if I just finish this last arm it'll be adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just finish this last damn arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, boys and girls, say hello to Henry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzUjUh8LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ic933W5k4JY/s1600/koala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzUjUh8LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ic933W5k4JY/s400/koala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522947314955710642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry now resides in my husbands backpack to assure a safe journey. He has a koala (of an earlier vintage) that sits in his truck, but I felt he needed a friend for his morning treks. And so there was Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided I needed something to spruce up my new back pack. And I don't want cuddly mammals. Oh no... I want a power up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzSZrCVtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HZ0aJmarprQ/s1600/supermushroom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzSZrCVtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HZ0aJmarprQ/s400/supermushroom1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522947278006015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this morning I stumbled upon a lovely pattern:&lt;a href="http://wolfdreamer-oth.blogspot.com/2009/05/mario-brothers-mushrooms.html"&gt; a power up just for me&lt;/a&gt;. I did change it slightly, making his bottom flat so he would sit straight, and adding a few rows. But they were perfect. Exactly what my life was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzQNOI8-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/naycCLcEStM/s1600/supermushroom2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzQNOI8-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/naycCLcEStM/s400/supermushroom2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522947240303850466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with it I will be unstoppable at that first day of work. People will  see me strut by with him dangling from my backpack and they'll know:  she is awesome and I must be her friend right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzMwjrfsI/AAAAAAAAANw/XWUIpQbalIY/s1600/supermushroom3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzMwjrfsI/AAAAAAAAANw/XWUIpQbalIY/s400/supermushroom3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522947181069958850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That or they'll wonder why I have a mushroom hanging from my bag... because they have no idea how awesome it really is. And if that ends up being the case... well... I don't want to talk to them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzHJTa6PI/AAAAAAAAANo/BxfeJ1XT2R4/s1600/koala.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-5306047864454099371?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/5306047864454099371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/09/rejuvenated.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5306047864454099371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5306047864454099371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/09/rejuvenated.html' title='Rejuvenated'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKVzUjUh8LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ic933W5k4JY/s72-c/koala.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-5734498144391800541</id><published>2010-09-28T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:36:04.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>You know what I always hated when I watched cartoons? The recap episodes. This was especially popular in anime. It's the episode they have in the middle of the season/series that just kinda lets you know what's been happening. As if you haven't been paying attention. As if you haven't waited all week for the next episode and can't wait to see what's happening next... and instead of something new it's just the friggin recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lucky for you this recap has purpose, because you have no idea what I've been doing all summer! It's actually useful! Well, useful if you're curious about what I've been up to. Or bored out of your mind. Or mentally unstable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I think I should show you the craft project I've been working on. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Blanket&lt;/span&gt;. Ah, sounds powerful, doesn't it. Well, it is friends. This thing has exploded. With awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/"&gt;Craftster&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://www.ravelry.com/"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/a&gt; have an annual crochet-a-long where they post an afghan square every month. It's a lot of fun, and nice if you have a short attention span, and can only finish one mini project a month. So naturally, this is a great group for me to be a part of. I've started adding on extra squares because I want this to fit on my bed. I'm all caught up, at the moment, which I'm very excited about. Last year this is when I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKRC1RDYwI/AAAAAAAAANg/-H9oUbczyAs/s1600/Craftypost+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKRC1RDYwI/AAAAAAAAANg/-H9oUbczyAs/s400/Craftypost+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135570954019586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is all the squares I've done put together. Last year I quit because I had 9 blocks that needed their ends weaved in AND to be connected together. It's the worst part of making this blanket. So this time around as soon as I finish a square I deal with those pesky ends and I attach it asap. That way it doesn't just sit in my craft box, hidden away and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been working out for me so far. Here are some closer pictures of the individual squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ_rmyUzI/AAAAAAAAANY/vZ4he2ANlvw/s1600/Craftypost+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ_rmyUzI/AAAAAAAAANY/vZ4he2ANlvw/s400/Craftypost+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135516821214002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ8pPJ0bI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6V1iQ9Kftqo/s1600/Craftypost+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ8pPJ0bI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6V1iQ9Kftqo/s400/Craftypost+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135464645611954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ5xU2U8I/AAAAAAAAANI/GKawuui2oHY/s1600/Craftypost+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ5xU2U8I/AAAAAAAAANI/GKawuui2oHY/s400/Craftypost+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135415277376450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ3ImSizI/AAAAAAAAANA/dEk4quvQfaE/s1600/Craftypost+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQ3ImSizI/AAAAAAAAANA/dEk4quvQfaE/s400/Craftypost+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135369984936754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQzlXBV7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Yubf-5KHLhc/s1600/Craftypost+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQzlXBV7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Yubf-5KHLhc/s400/Craftypost+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135308986046386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQwWKLTNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A_oD8u7gXZA/s1600/Craftypost+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQwWKLTNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A_oD8u7gXZA/s400/Craftypost+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135253366033618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with those papers on the floor? That chipped nail polish? That red thing poking from under the blanket it? Don't you ever clean, Brittney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes. But one must have priorities. I had to breed a Golden Chocobo today. Very important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my husband and I moved back up north, so he could continue his learnin'. So now we're living in a nice new apartment. One especially cool thing about this apartment is I get a craft room. The reason we decided I should get this craft room is because before my crafts were in every room. All over the floor, on the shelves, in drawers, taking over, inching it's way into every corner of our home. So now we have a room to contain it all. Which is good, because really it needs to be contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice because I get to decorate it anyway I choose. And what do I choose? To decorate it with pages from my coloring books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQrSH8oFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4KxrWgVbyxw/s1600/Craftypost+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKQrSH8oFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4KxrWgVbyxw/s400/Craftypost+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135166383595602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The artists listed from upper left to bottom right: &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;, Hans, &lt;a href="http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;, Lyle, Jessica. All people who have come to visit our new abode. Of course my boy has yet to color one that I can hang, and &lt;a href="http://mrjessebray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt; hasn't either. What's wrong with those two? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that's all I have for pictures. You'd think I would have LOADS, what with not posting all summer. But... I forget to bring batteries, or even the camera, so... you know. Here is a list of things I've done since I've last posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sturgis*&lt;br /&gt;Moved&lt;br /&gt;Started playing FFVII again&lt;br /&gt;Made some excellent Pizza*&lt;br /&gt;Made honey toffee ice cream and chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Made bagels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there will be photos of this in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. How dull. When I started that list I thought I had a lot more to add. Oh well. Hopefully my brain will be pumping out more enjoyable reads for you denizens of the interwebs. But c'mon, you know better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-5734498144391800541?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/5734498144391800541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/09/recap.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5734498144391800541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5734498144391800541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/09/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TKKRC1RDYwI/AAAAAAAAANg/-H9oUbczyAs/s72-c/Craftypost+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-782222139456894273</id><published>2010-07-14T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:23:22.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is my magic murder bag.</title><content type='html'>Holy crap, there are people still here?! Why do you take this abuse from me? Will I post, won't I? It must be killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you don't care. Either is very likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry I haven't been posting anything, but believe it or not, I've been busy! The boy toy and I have moved back down to the coast for the summer so he can make some money so we can move back up to Portland. Doesn't make sense, but it does! Anyways, I made a vow that we would actually "do stuff". Because "doing stuff" to us meant, lets watch a different movie, or play this video game, or cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we go outside if we didn't have to? No! And that's why we're so creepy-pale. Okay, Bkins isn't, but I kinda am... a little. Can you say, farmers tan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we've been crabbing, rock climbing on the beach, canoeing, swimming, and boating. And while Bracken works my Bad Ass Nana takes me on rides on her Spyder. I even learned to drive it a little on my birthday. Okay, I didn't really learn, because I killed it like 80 times, but it was a start! And in my defense, I was on gravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we were in the Tri-Cities of Washington celebrating Bkin's grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary. Holy crap... that's a long time. I very much enjoy visiting Bkin's family, there are so many! My family always consisted of my Nana, my Mom, and my sister and I. I don't have aunts or uncles or cousins. So when we got hitched I all of a sudden had a HUGE family to remember the names for. Whoa, said I. But, like I said, I enjoy seeing them. They appreciate how awesome I am, and I appreciate that they appreciate how awesome I am. It all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sadly don't have any pictures to share, although I've gotten a lot of my blanket done, and made a new hat, and knit some wash cloths. Next time, dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold me to it or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-782222139456894273?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/782222139456894273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-this-is-my-magic-murder-bag.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/782222139456894273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/782222139456894273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-this-is-my-magic-murder-bag.html' title='And this is my magic murder bag.'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-7796996104959761157</id><published>2010-06-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:41:38.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To clarify...</title><content type='html'>I realized when I said "game night" in my last post it may have sounded like I am a fan of sports, and like to have friends over on game days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lie. So, if someone comes to you and looks like me and asks if you saw the game last night, shoot them, they are a robot clone here to destroy the earth. Fyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, the games I'm talking about are good old fashioned board games. I love board games. My family loves board games, and we love to play them together. I sometimes invite my friends. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to post my top 5 favorite board games. These are the games I'm always up for playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhsjnyCV-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/MBIgSosSrbg/s1600/GamesClue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhsjnyCV-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/MBIgSosSrbg/s320/GamesClue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478748305926281186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;The object of the game is for players to strategically move around  the game board, in the guise of one of the game's characters,  collecting clues from which to deduce which suspect murdered the game's  perpetual victim: Mr. Boddy, and with which weapon and in what  room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This game is a ton of fun to play with a group of people. The worst part is you can't play it with just two people. Lame :( However, if you do get a group of people to play with you it's always fun to try and figure out whodunit. I do have a couple family members who have realized that I can get kind of sneaky when we play. By watching people when they mark off answers I could find out what they were shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sneaky. Now you people know, if you're playing with me, make sure I'm not watching when you're doing your thing. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhsc36-B5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ouFE7-1tnUo/s1600/Gameapplestoapples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhsc36-B5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ouFE7-1tnUo/s320/Gameapplestoapples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478748189999630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Apples to Apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each player is dealt seven "red apple" cards; on each is printed a nouor noun  phrase, or possibly a gerund .&lt;/p&gt; The judge (a chosen player) draws a "green apple" card on which is  printed an adjective("scary", "frightening", "patriotic",  etc.), and places it face-up on the table for everybody to see. Then  each player (except the judge) chooses a card that they think is the  best match for the green apple card, and places it face-down. The judge  shuffles the red apple cards, reads them (often aloud), and decides  which noun is the best match for the adjective. This decision is  subjective; the official rules encourage the judge to pick the match  that is "most creative, humorous or interesting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know this could be called a card game, but since it comes in such a big box I'm calling it a board game. But seriously, who doesn't love this game? Probably people with no humor, or someone who isn't good at reading people, or even if someone just isn't creative. This is a great party game, but we have found that if you have too many people it can get kind of tedious. The night before Bracken and I got married we played Apples to Apples with about 20 people. 20 people is too many. 6-10 seems to be about right. Everyone stays interested, and there isn't too much straying from the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have an apples to apples match, as you will find you'll get every now and again. It's the person that just gets you, and you just get them. Mine is one Thomas Huff. We're just that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhr_qTZeMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vjkBBfN4kt8/s1600/GameBalderdash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhr_qTZeMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vjkBBfN4kt8/s320/GameBalderdash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478747688127789250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Balderdash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dasher draws a "definition card" from the supplied box, and  rolls the die to decide which of the five words listed there shall be  used. Then the dasher writes the definition (as supplied on the  card) on a piece of paper. All other players then write down a  definition, which may be an honest attempt to supply the correct  definition, or, if they do not know or for tactical reasons decide not  to, a fictitious definition for the word designed to sound convincing. The players hand their definitions to the dasher, who checks if any  of their definitions are the same as the real definition. If there are  any, the player(s) submitting the correct definition is/are immediately  awarded three points, and, if there is more than one, the round is  abandoned (though the points are retained). The definitions, including  the real definition, are then read out in random order. Players record  which answer they believe is correct. Players are awarded two points if  they guess the correct definition. Players are awarded one point for  each other player who incorrectly chooses the fake definition they  wrote. The dasher is awarded three points if no one guesses the correct  definition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This game is such a fun game! It's another one that takes some creativity, but it really needs humor to reach it's prime. Bracken is really very talented at raking in the laughs with this game. And honestly, having the fake definitions read is always more fun than the real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the game does a good job of choosing words that not many people would actually know the definition to, so it would only be super easy if you spent your free time reading a dictionary. I would never hang out with someone who did that anyways. How dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever more fun is that sometimes, the real definition is so crazy that sometimes it doesn't even seem possible. This is a very well made game, and is very educational as well as entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhr0ngwEfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dMH0ktaJcDY/s1600/GameLife.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhr0ngwEfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dMH0ktaJcDY/s320/GameLife.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478747498399928818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;The game simulates a person's travels through his or her life, from  college to retirement, with jobs, marriages and children (or not) along  the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I do need to make it clear that I only like the 90s version of this game. The newer versions are just not the same. This is a good basic roll the die and see where it takes you board game. Just good for wasting a couple hours with your friends and family. What else can I say about this game that you don't already know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhrnzljdtI/AAAAAAAAALw/ausznEt5-04/s1600/GameScattergories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhrnzljdtI/AAAAAAAAALw/ausznEt5-04/s320/GameScattergories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478747278303000274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Scattergories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each player takes a folder with an answering pad and category cards, each card has 2 lists of 12 unique categories, for a total  of 16 lists and 192 categories. All players must agree on the list to  use. One player rolls a 20 sided letter die to  determine the first letter used. The timer is set for up to three  minutes. a word or term that fits each of the 12 categories and starts with the  rolled letter. Any number of words in the answer is allowed, as long as  the first word starts with the correct letter. When using alliterations though, remember to follow the category. You  cannot use generic adjectives to score points. Writing a bad answer is still better than  no answer though because there is always the possibility that the group  playing will accept the answer. All players stop writing when the timer is finished. Following the list,  each player, in turn, reads their answer for each category. Players  score zero points for an answer that duplicates another answer in that  round, and one point for an answer no other player has given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is my number one game, and is often the one we play at home. This is a great one to play with my family, we're usually pretty good with something clever. The only downside is Bracken and I usually think of the same level. Luckily, my Mom and D-man also write similar answers, so it's usually pretty fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite lists is List 13, especially when played with the Letter B. Because then we can do: Beets, Bears, Battlestar Galatica. The only problem of course is that all of us end up doing it, so we're all our 3 points. Ah well, the comedic effect is more fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they be. I have plenty more board games I love, but these are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-7796996104959761157?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/7796996104959761157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-clarify.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/7796996104959761157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/7796996104959761157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-clarify.html' title='To clarify...'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAhsjnyCV-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/MBIgSosSrbg/s72-c/GamesClue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-3260079586140417403</id><published>2010-06-01T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:02:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why you're fat.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was a good weekend to be on the Oregon Coast, at least until Memorial Day hit. Sunday we headed out with my Mom and D and the two dogs to the beach. It was a nice sunny day, only a little wind, and few clouds. The dogs had a blast playing in the water and chasing the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all did some rock climbing, even found some really pretty agates on the beach. Bracken and I got home and ended up being very very sore, but it was nice to have the exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why it was so nice? Because tonight we decided we should have these for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2Tnsz1VI/AAAAAAAAALo/qI6PLbZLFng/s1600/Nachoes+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2Tnsz1VI/AAAAAAAAALo/qI6PLbZLFng/s320/Nachoes+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984969956775250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, that's what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2QJQZVXI/AAAAAAAAALg/p0YcTnyMVPk/s1600/Nachoes+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2QJQZVXI/AAAAAAAAALg/p0YcTnyMVPk/s320/Nachoes+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984910244926834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chips... cheese....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2LmCZEUI/AAAAAAAAALY/PqkdnRmqsYQ/s1600/Nachoes+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2LmCZEUI/AAAAAAAAALY/PqkdnRmqsYQ/s320/Nachoes+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984832071471426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans, meat, jalapeños...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2HzFVPrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pIHeboOzobU/s1600/Nachoes+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2HzFVPrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pIHeboOzobU/s320/Nachoes+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984766853988018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even more cheese... lots and lots of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2D9bY0XI/AAAAAAAAALI/CopbAvkc8n8/s1600/Nachoes+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2D9bY0XI/AAAAAAAAALI/CopbAvkc8n8/s320/Nachoes+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984700911374706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we topped it with some corn and black bean salsa, sour cream, and guacamole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW1_pve2yI/AAAAAAAAALA/aISYyRdEJY0/s1600/Nachoes+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW1_pve2yI/AAAAAAAAALA/aISYyRdEJY0/s320/Nachoes+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477984626907470626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We piled it all into the cast iron, put it in the oven and let it all melt into a big glob of bad-for-you tastiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we only ate half of it, between the two of us. If we had finished it, boy we'd be in trouble. But let me tell you, this would be a great game night dish to have some friends over for. It would be messy, and there wouldn't be much talking, but gosh, it'll make people love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a nice sweet gooey strawberry pie sitting in my fridge just waiting to be gobbled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be like that good friend of mine &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; who is always pointing out her new followers. It seems to get her even more followers! So, Jenna, thank you wasting your time with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-3260079586140417403?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/3260079586140417403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-youre-fat.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3260079586140417403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3260079586140417403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-youre-fat.html' title='This is why you&apos;re fat.'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/TAW2Tnsz1VI/AAAAAAAAALo/qI6PLbZLFng/s72-c/Nachoes+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-1914797509345314980</id><published>2010-04-20T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:09:52.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a grip.</title><content type='html'>I'm possibly the worse blogger ever. I check my favorite blogs and get upset when there aren't any new posts. But then I never post. Ever. Once a month, apparently. What if I'm *your* favorite blog? I'm such a jerk! Woe onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And onto you, of course... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is there have been a lot of exciting things going on in my life, I really should've been posting on this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;First off, a couple weekends ago I went to ride my Nana's new &lt;a href="http://spyder.brp.com/en-US/"&gt;Can Am Spyder&lt;/a&gt;. Wow, my trip to Sturgis is going to be like a luxury trip. The 2010s have a passenger back rest. I don't even have to hold myself up, people. I get to be the pretty pretty princess. It rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S83ApECKAiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9Q4D347ak5k/s1600/BandN2010-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S83ApECKAiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9Q4D347ak5k/s400/BandN2010-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462233734760235554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S83AmxSWJWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cK14m0bT-H4/s1600/BandN2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S83AmxSWJWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cK14m0bT-H4/s400/BandN2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462233695368127842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a smooth ride. That thing corners like a car! Very very fancy. I'll be able to ride that for a few hours a day with minimal whining. Hopefully... maybe... Luckily my Nana has dealt with my whining for many years and I'm sure knows how to tune that out, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list of exciting adventures was our trip to see &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/shows/kooza/default.aspx"&gt;Kooza&lt;/a&gt; a Cirque Du Soleil show. It was a gift from my In-Laws, and it was *amazing*. I'm kind of a vocal person so I'm sure all the people around us were hating my: "oh my gosh.... Oh My Gosh!... *GASP* OH MY GOSH!" It was truely breathtaking, and was an awesome date night for the boy and me. We go out to dinner on occasion, but it was wonderful to have an excuse to dress up. (I wore heels even, people. WOAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was probably the &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/shows/kooza/show/acts.aspx"&gt;Wheel Of Death&lt;/a&gt;! Oh wow, those two guys were truly amazing. The craziest part was when one of them tripped on his jump rope while on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; of the top wheel. He was hopping, one legged to catch up. And he did it! And he did it well. I may or may not have cheered myself hoarse at that part. No one has proof, either way. :3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S83B1QnhIDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pA_3m13Kmgk/s1600/WheelofDeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S83B1QnhIDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pA_3m13Kmgk/s320/WheelofDeath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462235043808223282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last on my list of exciting things that happen to me, we went and met &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Ree Drummond&lt;/a&gt;. It was awesome, that lady is hilarious.  I got one of the girls I work with to come see her too. She loves all the recipes I try and bring in to share. It's not because I'm nice, it's because if I eat it all I'll double in size. I tell them that but they still like me. Someday they'll learn how silly they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, got of track. Of course I don't have any pictures because I forgot our camera. I'm a dork, but I should be getting some from some friends shortly, and maybe I'll post em. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got our books signed and gushed about it on the way home. Mostly because she took our picture with her HUGE camera. We're on Pioneer Woman's Memory Card. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my fan girl phase, I think. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started on some crafts lately, but they're mostly food crafts, and we're usually too hungry to take pictures. Someday we'll be better, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to drink some more coffee now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-1914797509345314980?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/1914797509345314980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-grip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/1914797509345314980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/1914797509345314980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-grip.html' title='Get a grip.'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S83ApECKAiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9Q4D347ak5k/s72-c/BandN2010-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-3539813797967969226</id><published>2010-03-23T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:45:07.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh where...</title><content type='html'>I hear your cries of despair friends. Fear not, I have returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure for how long... you people smell funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been keeping me away, you ask? Well, I'm not telling because it's personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lie, I'm just lazy and very easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I've been doing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Cookies. &lt;a href=""&gt;Delicious Chocolate cookies.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSeK_J8dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6vfnUEl775Y/s1600-h/Chocolate+cookie+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSeK_J8dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6vfnUEl775Y/s400/Chocolate+cookie+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451838764719141330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a very very tasty pie... someday I'll show you how to make this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSXWgE2eI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8ls7wmP9uak/s1600-h/Chocolate+Chip+Pie+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSXWgE2eI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8ls7wmP9uak/s400/Chocolate+Chip+Pie+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451838647550925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boy and I have definitely had a lot more food adventures than that, but unfortunately, those pictures are still in the camera, so you don't get to look at that stuff yet. But let me tell you, that boy can cook. And he looks really cute in my aprons. I'll show you that some time soon, much to his displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craftnight has been going well. Of course I have no pictures of that either. I'm so awesome! This week we will hopefully have someone new joining us, and I'm very excited. Also nervous I'll scare her away with my wit. I am *so* witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the crochet end of things I haven't made much of anything. I've done my crochet blocks, which were done the 1st of march. And you are just not seeing them. Laziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSS8jUtQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FJ93trGWvfs/s1600-h/MarchCAL+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSS8jUtQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FJ93trGWvfs/s400/MarchCAL+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451838571865748738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSPsq48GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9rdowgb0fXI/s1600-h/MarchCAL+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSPsq48GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9rdowgb0fXI/s400/MarchCAL+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451838516062908514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I can think of for now. In the future it'll get better, I promise. I can change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-3539813797967969226?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/3539813797967969226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-oh-where.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3539813797967969226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3539813797967969226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-oh-where.html' title='Where oh where...'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S6jSeK_J8dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6vfnUEl775Y/s72-c/Chocolate+cookie+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-3049408977878851946</id><published>2010-02-18T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:02:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings, chai, arm warmers. What a day!</title><content type='html'>That man of mine made me lunch yesterday. And I'm not talking Mac and Cheese or Sandwiches. No, I mean that boy found a recipe, took me to the store to retrieve the items and whipped up a batch of Cajun Honey Wings. It's a KFC recipe. This was much better than any KFC I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided during lunch: we need pictures! I was half way through my plate, but Bkins was just about done. I caught this little guy just before the end. Isn't he pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31jK9mo38I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vQNzRXeKTws/s1600-h/Chicken+Wings+001.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31jK9mo38I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vQNzRXeKTws/s400/Chicken+Wings+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612964919893954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's mine, sauce free. It was a bit too spicy for me, so I dipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31jrVjQmfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oE5-4lKlVJM/s1600-h/Chicken+Wings+002.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31jrVjQmfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oE5-4lKlVJM/s400/Chicken+Wings+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439613521103985138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's that tasty sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31iS-P--MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Le0PC8s2vho/s1600-h/Chicken+Wings+008.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31iS-P--MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Le0PC8s2vho/s400/Chicken+Wings+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612003020634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sauce went perfect dipped in a little bit of this good stuff: blue cheese dressing. A smart person would've turned the jar around so you could see what it was. I am not that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31iuY1njDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0_-CWynXSqE/s1600-h/Chicken+Wings+003.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31iuY1njDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0_-CWynXSqE/s400/Chicken+Wings+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612474014272562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Action shot! I figure this is better than watching us shove it in our mouths. (Bkins stole one of my pieces for this shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31i_RbNBQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EmDyqp1plB4/s1600-h/Chicken+Wings+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31i_RbNBQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EmDyqp1plB4/s400/Chicken+Wings+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612764082210050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Bkins. Proud of his work. His delicious delicious work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31ihabTnII/AAAAAAAAAJI/5ON2pHpfpug/s1600-h/ProudBracken.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31ihabTnII/AAAAAAAAAJI/5ON2pHpfpug/s400/ProudBracken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612251102485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news these are what I finished at Craft Night. Arm warmers! I've always wanted some, but never found a pattern I wanted to follow. So what does a crafty person do when they can't find what they want?! They make it up. I really love these. I made them tight and out of a nice cheap cotton I found on clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31hOr1Xz6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/0wuDz_xF0X0/s1600-h/Finished+Arm+Warmers+001.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31hOr1Xz6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/0wuDz_xF0X0/s400/Finished+Arm+Warmers+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439610829846073250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the cream really adds a little bit of girlishness to these. See those ends that need to be weaved in? I weaved them this morning. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31hopgXwlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RSklP_P3ggg/s1600-h/Finished+Arm+Warmers+002.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31hopgXwlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RSklP_P3ggg/s400/Finished+Arm+Warmers+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439611275897717330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures from our adventures at Craft Night. We went to a nice little coffee shop that &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; said would be easy to find. (she got lost. what a loser) But we arrived, and fun was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here of course is the I'll take a picture of you taking a Picture. We're so original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31gJVoZeTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2p0mb19dWMs/s1600-h/2-18-10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31gJVoZeTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2p0mb19dWMs/s400/2-18-10+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439609638475102514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; being classy as ever. Whose hands have touched that cup?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31gGZSrlBI/AAAAAAAAAII/kBenqSO52YU/s1600-h/2-18-10+008.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31gGZSrlBI/AAAAAAAAAII/kBenqSO52YU/s400/2-18-10+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439609587918148626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://susieoregon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; arrived fashionably late, but still got to enjoy a chai and amazing company (me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31gAHaQQHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/y6SxrVD093M/s1600-h/2-18-10+013.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31gAHaQQHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/y6SxrVD093M/s400/2-18-10+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439609480038858866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's that Chai I mentioned. It was wonderful. I got more cinnamon than &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31f8PwSK7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2YAM2hPsP2E/s1600-h/2-18-10+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31f8PwSK7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2YAM2hPsP2E/s400/2-18-10+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439609413559266226" 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/2303453917030684351-3049408977878851946?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/3049408977878851946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/wings-chai-arm-warmers-what-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3049408977878851946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3049408977878851946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/wings-chai-arm-warmers-what-day.html' title='Wings, chai, arm warmers. What a day!'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S31jK9mo38I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vQNzRXeKTws/s72-c/Chicken+Wings+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-6825308733800491695</id><published>2010-02-17T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:48:56.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to where my mom lives.</title><content type='html'>Bkins and I have finally reached the point where we're not going home when we go visit our family. We're just going to where they live. Our apartment is home now, and I like that. I also like going to visit our families, but when it comes down to it, I prefer crawling into my own bed and giggling with Bkins before we fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this truck on our way down. Cute, right?! I made Bkins let this guy in front of us for the perfect shot. You're welcome.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3wOYD_Y_9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/WmOpKediYE8/s1600-h/ILoveYouDad.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3wOYD_Y_9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/WmOpKediYE8/s400/ILoveYouDad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439238256507551698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this my friends is one of the first watercolors my Nana did. Wow, right?! Well, she's gotten better. Unbelievable I know. I would have loved to hang this in my kitchen, but my Mom snatched it out of my hands before I could say so. Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3wOUAF8eZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FOqRadZPmz0/s1600-h/NanaWaterColor.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3wOUAF8eZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FOqRadZPmz0/s400/NanaWaterColor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439238186741823890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here is our V-day dinner. Which we had on Monday. It was delicious. The only thing I was unhappy with was the hollandaise. I tried the blender version, but I was in a hurry and didn't let the butter get hot enough. :( It was still delicious, but next time I won't be so impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3wN4FVwXQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r_LlmRd_H6k/s1600-h/Lobster+004.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3wN4FVwXQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r_LlmRd_H6k/s400/Lobster+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439237707113979138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished crocheting one of &lt;a href="http://www.futuregirl.com/craft_blog/2008/8/no-time-for-love-dr-jones.aspx"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. Now I just have to buy the fabric and line it. Oh goodness, I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-6825308733800491695?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/6825308733800491695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-where-my-mom-lives.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6825308733800491695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6825308733800491695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-where-my-mom-lives.html' title='Back to where my mom lives.'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3wOYD_Y_9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/WmOpKediYE8/s72-c/ILoveYouDad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-2610836625909095326</id><published>2010-02-10T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:11:05.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gravy... thank you.</title><content type='html'>My friends, I don't think I've ever made something so delicious that I didn't plan for. I did plan on getting the ingredients for those hellish beauties in the post below... and what did I get instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious things. We found cube steak at the store for a very good price, and then I remembered: my mom makes a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; chicken fried steak. It's something I've requested as a birthday dinner on a few occasions, and something I used to look forward to if I knew it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I forgot about it. Until yesterday. I called my dear momma up (and woke her up too. I'm such a jerk) and asked her how she made it. When she told me it was just some steaks soaked in milk then breaded in flour, salt, and pepper I thought that was crazy. The gravy must be the hard part. Nope, it's just chicken broth, milk and garlic in all the goodies you cooked the steak in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?! It's that easy? So easy I could have made it 20 times without breaking a sweat? Well crap. Now I know. And I'm happy I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that stuff, bubbling away. Oh how I love you gravy. It's Damian's favorite beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NHEwdtxJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PDK6BAzD-54/s1600-h/ChickenFriedSteak+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NHEwdtxJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PDK6BAzD-54/s400/ChickenFriedSteak+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436767322220905618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of taking a picture of the steaks cooking, so here they are hanging out in the oven. Being delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NHAFu2xTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SaHR7dvMtQM/s1600-h/ChickenFriedSteak+002.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NHAFu2xTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SaHR7dvMtQM/s400/ChickenFriedSteak+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436767242030597426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore those ice cream cones. I don't know whose those are...&lt;br /&gt;But that lovely gravy covered steak and mashed potatoes? Oh that's mine. Back off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NG7XmyWSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ex8Sf5-WPLk/s1600-h/ChickenFriedSteak+013.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NG7XmyWSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ex8Sf5-WPLk/s400/ChickenFriedSteak+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436767160929245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what happens to the poor recipes I drag into my kitchen. Poor little guy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NIJV07U_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/YHAabcOFGVk/s1600-h/ChickenFriedSteak+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NIJV07U_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/YHAabcOFGVk/s400/ChickenFriedSteak+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436768500481479666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the rest of my kitchen. Wow. I'm ashamed to say it stayed that way until I got home from work today.&lt;br /&gt;But see that lady in the red dress in the left hand corner? Oh that lady is one sweet momma, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NGzufO6cI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ExUaf8Z2uQ4/s1600-h/ChickenFriedSteak+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NGzufO6cI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ExUaf8Z2uQ4/s400/ChickenFriedSteak+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436767029632625090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that lady in the red dress, she knows how to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NHM2USWnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ipExEv8IGE8/s1600-h/Donuts+003.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NHM2USWnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ipExEv8IGE8/s400/Donuts+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436767461230926450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what's that, you ask? That's donut dough. Oh I know... I know. I can't wait either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-2610836625909095326?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/2610836625909095326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-gravy-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/2610836625909095326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/2610836625909095326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-gravy-thank-you.html' title='Dear Gravy... thank you.'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3NHEwdtxJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PDK6BAzD-54/s72-c/ChickenFriedSteak+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-5718930244233119519</id><published>2010-02-09T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:44:14.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies, I will be making &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/02/homemade-glazed-doughnuts/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. Very soon. Prepare the fat pants! It's on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQt80wmEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gsd3CQ44tTk/s1600-h/donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQt80wmEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gsd3CQ44tTk/s200/donut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436285344308828226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still love me when we've all gained 15 pounds... right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-5718930244233119519?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/5718930244233119519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5718930244233119519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5718930244233119519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah...'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQt80wmEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gsd3CQ44tTk/s72-c/donut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-3225592233396535988</id><published>2010-02-08T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:44:37.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh woe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brittney, oh Brittney, where are you!? Come Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry friends, I hear your wishes, and I have arrived. As I told my good friend &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; I hate making a post when I have no pictures to show you. And by you I mean &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;that girl Katie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://susieoregon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt;. Here are some for you to oooh and aaah at. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to continue the &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=332547.0"&gt;Craftster Crochet Along&lt;/a&gt; and even decided to do the Ravelry one. And since Bkins and I started watching Fringe I had plenty to keep me entertained while I worked. On to the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a herf="http://smoothfoxlover.blogspot.com/2009/08/smoothfoxs-cute-as-button-12-x-12.html"&gt;Craftster January&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyjChrx0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PLktnzI3Vsg/s1600-h/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+006.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyjChrx0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PLktnzI3Vsg/s200/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111434023683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January Block with the boys exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DygN6fDlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uII-RYYyTrI/s1600-h/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+005.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DygN6fDlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uII-RYYyTrI/s200/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111385540890194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/violet-crochet-square"&gt;Ravelry February&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3Dyc_T8_kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a9V_Fn-_sWs/s1600-h/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+004.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3Dyc_T8_kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a9V_Fn-_sWs/s200/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111330081570370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ravelry February with RedXIII exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyZSp4HAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ny9UblAAWso/s1600-h/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyZSp4HAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ny9UblAAWso/s200/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111266554321922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/e-zee-v-zee-granny-square"&gt;Ravelry January&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyVFsMdKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/scuo4NWkJwg/s1600-h/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyVFsMdKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/scuo4NWkJwg/s200/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111194354906274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dayna.tdgservices.com/ShowPattern.aspx?PatternID=63"&gt;Craftster February&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyRk-GsNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/p7jf-cqmIQQ/s1600-h/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyRk-GsNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/p7jf-cqmIQQ/s200/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111134032048338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Aren't they pretty? I love the colors I chose to use, and I cannot wait to have a full blanket of this sitting in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post some pictures of the earlier mentions boys, but those buggers move to quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, dear friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-3225592233396535988?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/3225592233396535988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-woe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3225592233396535988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/3225592233396535988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-woe.html' title='Oh woe...'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3DyjChrx0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PLktnzI3Vsg/s72-c/janNfeb+craftsterNravelry+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-8261790039989993889</id><published>2010-01-08T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:43:29.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Nana, you rock!</title><content type='html'>This is a post about the awesome lady I'm so lucky to have in my life. My Nana was the one who started all the crafty little urges I get every now and again. She's the one who taught me to cross stitch, how to crochet (even though I never quite got that until much later in life) and even ingrained the urge to bake fresh bread. She has really inspired me with all the projects she's completed in her life. One day I'll have to show you the quilt that three generations of her family have worked on. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had asked for a quilt from her for Bracken and I. As a child my Nana always made them for my sister and I, but they always ended up getting destroyed, and I had no quilt big enough to fit on my bed. So for Christmas my Nana made us a lovely quilt that sits in my bedroom and definitely helps it look like actual mature adult married grown ups live in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see?&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gjGCJvvsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VrePU82SUrY/s200/Quilt09+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424624337731698370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gjDrwF57I/AAAAAAAAAE0/k0T318WESls/s1600-h/Quilt09+006.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gjDrwF57I/AAAAAAAAAE0/k0T318WESls/s200/Quilt09+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424624297358780338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gjBXi8UJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XrpEqidbTY8/s1600-h/Quilt09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gjBXi8UJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XrpEqidbTY8/s200/Quilt09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424624257575178386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi-6miXsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4a8ckHVzF-s/s1600-h/Quilt09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi-6miXsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4a8ckHVzF-s/s200/Quilt09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424624215445888706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi8JWMwcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qYfAQa36G0M/s1600-h/Quilt09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi8JWMwcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qYfAQa36G0M/s200/Quilt09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424624167864287682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi5inVViI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GLnRcrgzQVw/s1600-h/Quilt09+002.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi5inVViI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GLnRcrgzQVw/s200/Quilt09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424624123107431970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi2-zb92I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mH71KZyt9ZE/s1600-h/Quilt09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gi2-zb92I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mH71KZyt9ZE/s200/Quilt09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424624079134783330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! I love it. I was so happy to find it underneath that pretty paper. And I'll always remember Roger watching me and then saying to my Nana: Wait, you made that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. That's my Nana, and I love her and all her bad ass ways. One of these days I'll show you just how Bad Ass that lady is. Can you stand the wait?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-8261790039989993889?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/8261790039989993889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-nana-you-rock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/8261790039989993889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/8261790039989993889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-nana-you-rock.html' title='Dear Nana, you rock!'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gjGCJvvsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VrePU82SUrY/s72-c/Quilt09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-649148016223837869</id><published>2010-01-07T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:42:15.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies! The Edited Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rawr braaaians, rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I've got a thing for zombies. They scare the crap out of me, but I love them just the same. I've been making little magnets for quite some time and have been dying for some good pictures. Thankfully my good friends &lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; and Jesse let me borrow their camera so I can take decent pictures of my crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gfFTE8b9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/kBKyTnrTNP8/s1600-h/Planner+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gfFTE8b9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/kBKyTnrTNP8/s200/Planner+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619927048581074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off... the planner!! That's right! my lovely little planner, the one I plan to use for more than a week. I can do it people. I can stay focused. I can... man... a cookie sounds awesome right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy it this way. This was just a boring gray planner that I put pretty paper on. Why you ask? Because pretty paper makes everything better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I also have recently finished some more zombies. I use the original pattern from &lt;a href="http://needlenoodles.com/home/?q=node/79"&gt;Needlenoodles&lt;/a&gt; and then I design unique zombies and make them into magnets. Adorable, and of course, really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first ideas I had for unique themed zombies were the scrubs cast. First off, because Bkins and I were very into scrubs at the time. Secondly, they work in a hospital. You know they are the first to turn. Keep that in mind, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So first off, Elliot, JD, Carla, and Turk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gePlgV2VI/AAAAAAAAADM/09AUbgRj5qg/s1600-h/Zombies+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gePlgV2VI/AAAAAAAAADM/09AUbgRj5qg/s200/Zombies+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619004282394962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, Ted and the Janitor. I need to make Dr. Cox and Dr. Kelso still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geUyNMo8I/AAAAAAAAADU/64qsozF2GEo/s1600-h/Zombies+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geUyNMo8I/AAAAAAAAADU/64qsozF2GEo/s200/Zombies+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619093591106498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, and my new pride and joy... the L4D characters. Francis, Zoey, Louis, and Bill. Eee! I was going to give these to my friend Roger for Christmas, but I didn't finish in time. Really, it's for the best, cuz I wanted them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gelneMM5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hsJq_PUMAvA/s1600-h/Zombies+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gelneMM5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hsJq_PUMAvA/s200/Zombies+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619382767367058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now we have the random zombies I've designed. After I made the two on the left I kind of felt they looked like Kelly and Ryan from The Office. In their underwear! The underwear was Bkins idea, and I loved it. Thank goodness for imaginative husbands!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geYeQAWtI/AAAAAAAAADc/jGsKW6olrDQ/s1600-h/Zombies+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geYeQAWtI/AAAAAAAAADc/jGsKW6olrDQ/s200/Zombies+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619156953651922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the blue tipped punk and the fat one. They're usually the second to go.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gee9zM5NI/AAAAAAAAADs/dQvmz3Mdzo0/s1600-h/Zombies+014.jpg"&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/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0gee9zM5NI/AAAAAAAAADs/dQvmz3Mdzo0/s200/Zombies+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619268501988562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one on the left is the first girl zombie I ever designed. That's why it looks like she has an M on her head. I'm a bright one :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geiLNQt_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pzPyARFzU5g/s1600-h/Zombies+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geiLNQt_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pzPyARFzU5g/s200/Zombies+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619323640559602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a better designed girl there on the left. The zombie on the right was the one who made me realize I could do a Ted (from scrubs) zombie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geb3w2p9I/AAAAAAAAADk/yOKfMjDqO-o/s1600-h/Zombies+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S0geb3w2p9I/AAAAAAAAADk/yOKfMjDqO-o/s200/Zombies+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424619215341922258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, what do you think? Did these change your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, get lost.&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/2303453917030684351-649148016223837869?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/649148016223837869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/01/zombies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/649148016223837869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/649148016223837869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/01/zombies.html' title='Zombies! 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But, I didn't. I ended up staying up until midnight to read the impossibly romantic story of &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; and only got half of what I wanted done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go work out though, so at least there is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned on making my self a beautiful bento box filled with tasty goodness from the cook book Bracken got me for Christmas, but inexplicably, it's no where to be found. Dangit dangit dangit, says I. However, there are still many tasty treats for me to eat, I just have to go make them. Really should do that now... aaah, but sitting here feels nice. La de da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished a small project last night. I'm very happy with it and can't wait to show you. I suppose it'll go on my *to do*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and raspberries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-9111877356921970322?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/9111877356921970322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-blew-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/9111877356921970322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/9111877356921970322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-blew-it.html' title='I blew it.'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-2745097280236538752</id><published>2009-12-16T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:49:56.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming!</title><content type='html'>The boy and I have always been pretty lucky in that we always get numerous Christmas celebrations. Being that we both enjoy our in-laws it's always exciting to get all that Christmas goodness. Usually we top out at two, one with my family some time around the day, then the boy's family on the actual day. My mother always works Christmas, so it was always nice that we never had to pick who we spent the holidays with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year, since we have moved, we get a whopping 3 1/2 days of awesomeness. On Sunday we ended up doing all of our Christmas stuff, then Monday the boy's parents made a wonderful dinner that my family came and enjoyed with us. It was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better since Roger was there. And, apparently, Roger never did Christmas the way we did (and by that I mean the awesome way) so it was really fun for him to see how we did things. He also got a crap ton of chocolate that will last him for a quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was a bit of an adventure all in itself. On the way to the coos we had the car packed full. We had a ton of laundry to do, Roger's luggage, bedding, etc. Well, apparently we didn't plan well because, of course, the boy and I got *A TON* of gifts, and so on the way home, I had to sit in the back with about half an actual seat to myself. I was packed in with pillows, blankets, and the suitcase. It was comfy enough for the drive, but I'm happy we don't have to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get some pictures of the things my nana made me when I get to it. She made some amazing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-2745097280236538752?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/2745097280236538752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/2745097280236538752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/2745097280236538752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming!'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-6728186236608227877</id><published>2009-12-04T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:54:36.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day!</title><content type='html'>9 days until our friend Roger gets here, 21 days until Christmas. Oh gosh, the excitement is getting to it's peak, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be me and Dear 1's first Christmas on our own! I really couldn't be more excited, let me tell you.  And even more fun, we get to celebrate a Christmas with my family (and perhaps his) the day after Roger gets here. That week will be a very very exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started working on the gift I'm going to be putting in Roger's stocking. l4d magnets! We love playing that game together, so of course I've got Zoey, Bill, Francis, and Louis. Zoey is done, and Louis is really close to being complete. Pictures to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy Holidays guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I get, my good friend has recently moved her blog, so check her out, she's a lot more successful at finishing projects than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://twelvedaysold.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-6728186236608227877?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/6728186236608227877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6728186236608227877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6728186236608227877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-day.html' title='Good day!'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-6312675431486104843</id><published>2009-12-02T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:54:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?!</title><content type='html'>I got bored, that's what happened. Oh yeah, and stopped dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I suck! But hey, the boy still likes me, I still like me, so we're doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is getting here so fast I can hardly contain my excitement! We, of course, got our tree the weekend after Thanksgiving and covered that sucker, and the surrounding apartment with tons of decorations. Can't get enough :) This was supposed to be a make everything Christmas, and while I've made about 60% of my gifts, I couldn't help but buy some presents. However, we did save quite a bit of money with the things I did make, mostly a lot of treat gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried our had at homemade peppermint bark, and oh my. I made a "tester" batch, to have friends and co-workers try to see if it was gift worthy. I know it's eat 20 pieces a day worthy, so the verdict is: yes. Time to give that stuff away so I stop eating it. Buwhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well post some pictures, huh? I just finished this gift for the mother in law, and I'm very happy how it turned out. Now I really just need to make more candy and my best friends husband's gifts. Still not 100% sure what he's getting... hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to the gift!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/SxbIhvyOL7I/AAAAAAAAABg/UAg5owVNP64/s1600-h/TanyaXmas092.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/SxbIhvyOL7I/AAAAAAAAABg/UAg5owVNP64/s200/TanyaXmas092.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410732484420579250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/SxbIVYetvLI/AAAAAAAAABY/173MvdEnJdg/s1600-h/TanyaXmas09.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/SxbIVYetvLI/AAAAAAAAABY/173MvdEnJdg/s200/TanyaXmas09.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410732272006315186" 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/2303453917030684351-6312675431486104843?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/6312675431486104843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6312675431486104843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6312675431486104843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened.html' title='What happened?!'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/SxbIhvyOL7I/AAAAAAAAABg/UAg5owVNP64/s72-c/TanyaXmas092.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-5442177427901423498</id><published>2009-03-31T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:41:54.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... my bum!</title><content type='html'>I just finished my first week of couch to 5k. Sadly, I lack the self esteem to go running around my neighborhood so I use my stationary bike. I think it'll have a similar effect on my health, and as I lose more weight ( and gain more esteem) I'll start the actual running, especially if I can con someone else into doing it with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, week one is done, my legs hurt, i'm sweaty, and my bum is killing me. But the burn is loooovely! X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, off to get ready for work! tadela!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-5442177427901423498?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/5442177427901423498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-bum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5442177427901423498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/5442177427901423498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-bum.html' title='Oh... my bum!'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-1725803776616440769</id><published>2009-03-19T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:28:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a baaad girl</title><content type='html'>Where have I been? Off on adventures, obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Roger, a friend from Georgia, came to visit Bracken and I. He was here for a week, and I was not going to be expected to stick to my diet when I have a boy here eating french fries and crab puffs, oh no, I was gonna have some too! And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy and I got back Sunday night from dropping Roger off at the airport we both felt gross, and sticky, and fatty, and all around bad. It was such a relief to hear Bracken say: I can't wait to go back on our diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the weight loss Gods! My husband, a true blue recovering fast food addict is looking forward to veggie soups and fruit! What a wonderful thing to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been an interesting one. It's like we've just realized we have a little less than 5 months to get ourselves ready for our move north. We're ready to be there, but our bank account isn't. I'm just hopeful that I'll be able to find a job that will supply enough for both of us, while he's at school. Crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am eating a cheese burger and french fries, and they're delicious, and luckily i've saved the points. Tomorrow I better eat light, just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-1725803776616440769?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/1725803776616440769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-baaad-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/1725803776616440769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/1725803776616440769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-baaad-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve been a baaad girl'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-1247962099851375267</id><published>2009-02-24T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:47:27.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit Up!</title><content type='html'>Food List Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2/23/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Muffin - 1&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese - 1&lt;br /&gt;Chips - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Sandwhich - 5&lt;br /&gt;Chips - 4&lt;br /&gt;Banana - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hashbrowns 1 cup - 5&lt;br /&gt;Cookie - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total for the day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish my lunch, so that's really what I had for dinner. :3 tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished a gift for a friend, however I can't post it until after I give it to her... because, well, she's my only reader at the moment.  So, it's gotta wait for a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn notice is distracting me at the moment, so I'll be around later. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-1247962099851375267?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/1247962099851375267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/suit-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/1247962099851375267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/1247962099851375267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/suit-up.html' title='Suit Up!'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-6816696916726107808</id><published>2009-02-23T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:37:47.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Mondays</title><content type='html'>Wii Boxing makes my arms sore. :/ Probably a good indication that I need to start doing more physical things. Playing World of Warcraft all day does not help me with successful weight loss, but it sure provides hours of entertainment. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday wasn't very good eating wise. I stayed below points, I did more snacking than actual eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 English Muffin - 1 (I tripped and dropped the other half and got it covered in dog hair :/ )&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese - 1&lt;br /&gt;Total : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked Doritos - 2&lt;br /&gt;Cookie - 1&lt;br /&gt;Total : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Muffin - 1&lt;br /&gt;1 Egg White - 1&lt;br /&gt;1 Slice Cheese - 1&lt;br /&gt;Salsa - 0&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese - 1&lt;br /&gt;Total : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total for day: 11 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's way to low, I really need to make sure I stay up in points today. But when Bracken and I can't decide what to have for dinner we usually just putter around and find something. I had about... 6 cups of tea yesterday, so I think that kept me feeling full, and running to the bathroom pretty often. Still, it was tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll pack a nice lunch that'll keep my points from being 17 points too low. I need to start eating more fruit. Banana's or apples, or something. I have been craving some kiwi's. Mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, since this is supposed to be my Crafts and weight loss blog I suppose I should start posting some of my crafts, yeah? Here are things that are mostly done, but need to be framed, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For christmas my mom had an idea to order a bunch of random stuff and put it in a big santa bag to be our sock stuff for this year. It was fun but I got a bunch of things I don't need! But, one of the things was this little zippered container that contained stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/Neko_Birdy/NewZipUp002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 230px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/Neko_Birdy/NewZipUp002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/Neko_Birdy/NewZipUp001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 226px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/Neko_Birdy/NewZipUp001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand that makes parasites be cute... or something. For some reason or another that just doesn't do it for me, however I had some really cute (and kinda spendy) card stock that I decided to cover the front and back with, and now I use it to hold the tea I take to work! Yay for usefullness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/Neko_Birdy/NewZipUp003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 353px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/Neko_Birdy/NewZipUp003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming later :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-6816696916726107808?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/6816696916726107808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6816696916726107808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/6816696916726107808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-mondays.html' title='Ah, Mondays'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-181896141709415411</id><published>2009-02-22T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:11:52.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Food List</title><content type='html'>Whoops, forgot to post last night :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was Bracken and I's free meal for the week. One meal a week we don't count points, of course we try to eat smaller portions and things not drenched in grease, so we don't feel too guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Breakfast was sausage, eggs, and hasbrowns at the Stock pot. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn - 2 points&lt;br /&gt;Chips - 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't very hungry after breakfast so it was a snack lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Cheesburger on Onion Bun - 6.5&lt;br /&gt;Chips - 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;2 Cookies - 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total for day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracken and I decided to try some veggie burgers and turkey burgers. We'll be having a guest in a couple weeks and one of the things planned is a nice big bbq. I didn't want to be sitting there eating soup while everyone is munching on burgers, so I'm having one too dangit! With 15 less points. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My burger was made out of a portabello mushroom patty, with WW cheese, an onion bun, and a little bit of light mayo. And of course baked chips on the side. I do quite enjoy the baked chips better, I've found. Less flavor, but your fingers don't get all gross when your done eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really proud of Bracken for actually trying these burgers. He's a DIE HARD meat man, especially when it comes to his burgers, but he enjoyed them enough to use them when we crave a burger. I even suggest for the bbq we could mix the super lean meat in with one of our patties, to give it that extra flavor/texture. But who knows, maybe we won't even need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought some high fiber english muffins to try. I'm not sure about them because I like my muffins crispy, and these just don't get there. Too soft. However, slap some egg whites, cheese, and soy sausage on there and I bet I'll be just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-181896141709415411?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/181896141709415411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-food-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/181896141709415411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/181896141709415411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-food-list.html' title='Saturday Food List'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303453917030684351.post-8277762018166926996</id><published>2009-02-20T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:31:42.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aw yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First post'/><title type='text'>Wait... where am I?</title><content type='html'>Oh hai there, denizen's of the interwebs! Welcome, take a seat and eat some popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Birdy, and I claim this space for all the mighty birdies in the area... after you grace me with a gift of sugar free candies. :3 And.. maybe a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is a way for me to share the things I create and keep myself motivated and held accountable while I take my journey of weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the Weight Watchers diet as my catalyst for dropping pounds. Something about that point system just makes it seem less stressful. Doing this with my husband definitely isn't hurting either. Going on the weight loss journey with someone or in a team always seems to make things easier. From now on, you are part of my team. If my points are to high for a day, you gotta call me out on it! I'm counting on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start posting some of my crafty works in progress and my completed projects as they start rolling around. I have so many things I need to have framed... if only I actually liked going outside. &gt;_&gt; the sun... it burns us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I do hope you'll be coming back to visit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303453917030684351-8277762018166926996?l=birdythemighty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/feeds/8277762018166926996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-where-am-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/8277762018166926996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303453917030684351/posts/default/8277762018166926996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdythemighty.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-where-am-i.html' title='Wait... where am I?'/><author><name>Birdy: The Mighty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127479317422203833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CXXxyHFLgs/S3GQEw0MfCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qh0AjeshJsU/S220/bkinsbirdy2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
