tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146722972024-03-13T12:26:32.881-07:00Wit & Whimsy{the story of a girl}Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.comBlogger585125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-13385948244863162602011-03-09T15:26:00.000-08:002011-03-09T15:27:34.204-08:00moseying along<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I've </span><a href="http://witnwhimsy.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">moved. </span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Please come visit. Stay awhile. You don't even have to take your shoes off when you enter. </span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-41665837558807815462011-03-02T08:19:00.000-08:002011-03-02T09:19:13.097-08:00the general store<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-HpYpZeWm-KLJF_g6Q4H7ZcOzSAyAJeFzUyl_bi8ieZ-qnwhbckzWMlxdmXDzax2AE7iXlUQpA3zvp2ZRKShfragFcuKzksEMMcESDBGm7DRsKxh-h08PSo6C5keUgIRrPMjgw/s1600/l_026f29ea4f885ac655d8dd959544838a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579523529988054786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-HpYpZeWm-KLJF_g6Q4H7ZcOzSAyAJeFzUyl_bi8ieZ-qnwhbckzWMlxdmXDzax2AE7iXlUQpA3zvp2ZRKShfragFcuKzksEMMcESDBGm7DRsKxh-h08PSo6C5keUgIRrPMjgw/s320/l_026f29ea4f885ac655d8dd959544838a.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">What would a love of the old west be without a fascination with the general store? For some inexplicable reason, the general store is something I ponder quite often. I wonder if it's the dormant 'set designer' in me that loves the thought of such simple, basic display. Or maybe it's the draw of the sense of community that must have been fostered in these hubs of activity. Men gathering and discussing cattle and ranching. Women congregating to gossip and visit. Children sneaking peppermint sticks from their glass jars.<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579518807839759474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAFiznMhJWsIC7amV-z33jEeaM_fdAyKUYzhfAdEIpcz73FKA9aRDB8d7nJTN4RedosH0jfz6P_v8jGmOA02olE_RyyZv4ctFu19UgrdpKII_thjNauVK6ry5L6OTf86w6uasRg/s320/harpers-ferry-general-store-bill-cannon.jpg" /><span style="font-size:85%;">(photo</span></span><a href="http://fineartamerica.com/featured/harpers-ferry-general-store-bill-cannon.html"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"> here</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I find myself <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">attracted</span> to old-fashioned <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">display</span> pieces: glass jars, cast iron paper dispensers, scales...all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accouterments</span> necessary in the days of the general store. Heck, even walking into Cracker Barrel makes my heart race a bit (I adore the display behind the cash registers). </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579522491579189458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2RwURRV9rOhX0VbuIeTVyDiXCU_qpHC1MBfWTY1pXDDctLhyAIYOQtJ-dq_zjselbXvMYT4f0BS52ytFmzKx517K4yefYziUvOYLf20ZlcIFo53qg80T1ZuKssgGla9hCWLQ8A/s320/general-store+1.jpg" />Families coming in to town from their spreads out in the country to stock up on supplies they weren't growing and raising at home. (I confess, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> I see a general store I think of the scene in <em>Anne of Green Gables</em> where Matthew buys Anne the dress for the ball at the local <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mercantile</span>..."Twenty pounds of brown sugar.")<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqd0mqxPebdEw_zgI1dv1lwb1j2waBXFB-F0dSsCK6xllIKCJBDO5w0h_Io6XSUQCKqY8CeKC036cv57ion4J5tB8REudGP_MsndEy5F3suktc2A9xr57X_HFz80ctp0S1_CoGQ/s1600/tumblr_lfiqfrpz5A1qacp9jo1_500.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579522492328111954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqd0mqxPebdEw_zgI1dv1lwb1j2waBXFB-F0dSsCK6xllIKCJBDO5w0h_Io6XSUQCKqY8CeKC036cv57ion4J5tB8REudGP_MsndEy5F3suktc2A9xr57X_HFz80ctp0S1_CoGQ/s320/tumblr_lfiqfrpz5A1qacp9jo1_500.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Obviously, I'm not the only one enchanted by the general store allure. This image from </span><a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/mitchell-cubby-bookcase/?pkey=cbuffets-cabinets"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Pottery Barn</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> provides a modern take on what could easily be a display in an old west <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mercantile</span> (with label holders- <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span>).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Unfortunately the quaint general store of days gone by has been replaced with the institutional, commerical mass chain stores of today, where personalized service is unheard of and the items sold are mass produced in foreign countries. Part of me will always long for the simplicity, durability and enduring charm of the old west general stores.<br /></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-68349949465325753472011-02-22T09:55:00.000-08:002011-02-22T10:10:36.937-08:00Someday List #1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6hjpySU1ash3gQty5WuxYtSL0bingcFmAN0hnIS5TYkVCucgzFoHuuLrMnuyuCSgx8WF5Jlbo_cZN2AyOpXLuDN0OfYNeYedLBa-YRKEs7nXyrPla-obJtjf9VeswW6HY8fpXA/s1600/LuckyOptimist-RAIN-SUN-LIFE-LOVE-HOPE-43_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576577735355380610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6hjpySU1ash3gQty5WuxYtSL0bingcFmAN0hnIS5TYkVCucgzFoHuuLrMnuyuCSgx8WF5Jlbo_cZN2AyOpXLuDN0OfYNeYedLBa-YRKEs7nXyrPla-obJtjf9VeswW6HY8fpXA/s320/LuckyOptimist-RAIN-SUN-LIFE-LOVE-HOPE-43_large.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Whether it's a written list or a mental file in their memory, many people have what is commonly referred to as a "bucket list." I call mine the "someday list." That long list of things I want to do and see and try and become. Things I want to accomplish and experience. My list is long and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eclectic</span> and a little bit quirky (oddly, just like it's author) and encompasses the many different facets of my personality. </span><br /><ol><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Someday I will go to <a href="http://www.spacecamp.com/">Space Camp</a></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Someday I will have a garden and bottle tomatoes and make jam </span></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Someday I will travel Vietnam from Hanoi to Ho Chi <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Minh</span> City (I <em>almost</em> typed Saigon)</span></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Someday I will take a class on basic graphic design for personal use</span></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Someday I will extensively travel the Pacific Northwest</span></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Someday I will send my parents on an Alaskan cruise</span></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Someday I will actually spend the afternoon in my Word Room/studio and create "stuff"</span></li></ol><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Whew...that's a lot of "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">somedays</span>." And get it is really just the tip of the iceberg. The way I look at it, life is both short and long. Goals and dreams help motivate us and give us something to look forward to when things get rocky and rough. After all, hope is essential to the human spirit. All things hinge on hope. </span></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-76792533779877833172011-02-15T09:25:00.000-08:002011-02-15T11:01:27.679-08:00The Parents<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xq4ORfUWiQ6smeenw6lIfNcrr1BhSOTC_HT0grSG5qCwaK5J1XcTKG-J6-_HTVZriGCpmLvXhkjpOx-TxnFiqJJ43uQsOMScuYix6FBZmBstsmzKVU-Op3_c2Jtmbx8rnEom4w/s1600/Mom+and+Dad.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971719240614402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xq4ORfUWiQ6smeenw6lIfNcrr1BhSOTC_HT0grSG5qCwaK5J1XcTKG-J6-_HTVZriGCpmLvXhkjpOx-TxnFiqJJ43uQsOMScuYix6FBZmBstsmzKVU-Op3_c2Jtmbx8rnEom4w/s320/Mom+and+Dad.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">These are my parents, Bob and Sheryl. They were high school sweethearts who broke up right after graduation and found their way back to each other a year and half later. Five months after reigniting the flame, they married, in October of 1970. Yes folks, the rents have been married over 40 years. And this picture is so very typical of them. You see, my dad's hilarious. And off-the-wall. And just plain loopy at times. Forget kids saying the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">darnedest</span> stuff...in my family, my dad has that honor. And my sweet mother often gives him this look. It's beyond entertaining watching them interact with one another.<br /><br />This past weekend, mom and dad were at my place. Oh, the fun that was had! Because, in all honesty, I could just sit and listen to them and talk to them and be entertained for hours. That's all it takes. I'm easy to please. Mom cooked and baked for me; dad did some hanging of pictures and minor home repairs. And I just sat back and laughed until I had tears rolling down my cheeks...cheeks that were sore from smiling.<br /><br />This morning there were more tears because mom and dad were heading home. Oh, how I miss them! After each visit I tell myself that I need to get my rear in gear and move closer. However, "closer" is a relative term in a town that has a population of less than 800. And no true careers and jobs to speak of (unless you are agriculturally inclined...which I'm not). And let's not forget that the nearest mall is an hour and half away. (Not, of course, that I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">actually</span> <em>like</em> malls. I don't. But the concept of driving that long to shop is foreign to me.)<br /><br />So, until I snag me a cowboy/rancher/millionaire, I'll remain in close proximity to the city and treasure the moments mom and dad are able to come and spend with me.<br /><br />And invest in a good tube of water-proof mascara.</span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-11585286695782187522011-02-10T15:54:00.000-08:002011-02-10T15:55:29.757-08:00a little bit of happy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglE6uqiiVYVATz3bjYlN7FZM7dnyx3UO5pw-J2REFKoj2I80rJ2Ec9lpIRyJtVgUedi1ZSDpeRizZNJB0LhMqUZilVySWsxlhmJ14p-Ku4hV1hGTbma-epX6obgib6GUmN-yXJaQ/s1600/suzie_4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572213562474324802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglE6uqiiVYVATz3bjYlN7FZM7dnyx3UO5pw-J2REFKoj2I80rJ2Ec9lpIRyJtVgUedi1ZSDpeRizZNJB0LhMqUZilVySWsxlhmJ14p-Ku4hV1hGTbma-epX6obgib6GUmN-yXJaQ/s320/suzie_4.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">This image makes me happy and right now, a little bit of happy is a <em>good thing</em>.<br /></span><div></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-13758206062381680722011-01-25T10:05:00.001-08:002011-01-25T10:29:10.557-08:00Mr. Sandman<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">What do you do when struck with insomnia at 1:00 a.m. on a Tuesday morning? Me? Apparently I sit in bed with a hardback book, my American Girl markers and sketch out a plan for the year ahead. After making a list (er, rather lists- plural) of all I want to accomplish (and <em>need</em> to accomplish in order to graduate with honors next spring), I realize that my 2011 word should probably be two words: <em>hard work</em>. Or <em>elbow grease</em>. Or <em>dig in</em>. Or maybe even <em>yeah right</em>. I certainly am ambitious at 1:00 a.m.; if only that ambition would carry over to the remaining 23 hours of my daily life.</span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-37896673003595999062011-01-21T08:30:00.000-08:002011-01-21T08:46:19.033-08:00Sundance Envy<div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">This is certainly not the first time </span><a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/home.do"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sundance</span> Catalog</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> has made an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">appearance</span> on my blog. You might recall me waxing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">philosophical</span> (or just plain envious) about the Draper's Cabinet </span><a href="http://witandwhimsy.blogspot.com/2010/12/drapers-cabinet.html"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">. The rustic, artsy, vintage, unique element to their products sucks me in every time. Most of the items I fall madly, deeply in love with are entirely too far out of my price range to consider. But a girl can dream. And fantasize. And post pictures on her blog. </span></div><div> </div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564680997835230066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKDv2TpJmguZR6z9Ozgml6eQl67veVYFLFP2BWZuAFesT5x1hYO1dcDLJ3WW1rKoK6OLPkvueaNK2gd68O70VoCthZKRRa-JqJ5Hx9HTTtjn6FgLSW07x4k_O0f-p39ehhaMnzg/s320/Vintage+Key.jpg" /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">How lovely would this be to hold the room keys at my B&B. Which I don't own. Yet. So, in the meantime, maybe jewelry? Or spools of ribbon? </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNPgXDaIwE57DITwEIxpi8_cEIYpyIkVWddh5a2fVfSEEkvEK2eSrATGY40yfqynXVo8HJlrSLs0moQ2vW1uwY1E5uCkrd6MIVh9-2yTfdtzV5XsYnAhnoS_vhv-3GfSzzANRdg/s1600/nightstand.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564677751094615714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNPgXDaIwE57DITwEIxpi8_cEIYpyIkVWddh5a2fVfSEEkvEK2eSrATGY40yfqynXVo8HJlrSLs0moQ2vW1uwY1E5uCkrd6MIVh9-2yTfdtzV5XsYnAhnoS_vhv-3GfSzzANRdg/s320/nightstand.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> This </span><a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/product/code/53159.do"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">end table</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> will be prominently featured in an ocean-themed (sans seashells...cause seashells give me the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">heebie</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">jeebies</span>) bedroom when I have a bigger home and/or open the aforementioned B&B.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfjWw9MFywPHn1WVgayx8o3teMRdQeNkYfNNtWX0_0uTi5rELoMjXAfMxjTsaUnPi1rYEVWqSc0_SI5sjEUD65Cegnu800k5jS4AhLt_6tMlEFM4O991JkFLifQRYQeY7ZAq5TQ/s1600/Coop.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564677746542317394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfjWw9MFywPHn1WVgayx8o3teMRdQeNkYfNNtWX0_0uTi5rELoMjXAfMxjTsaUnPi1rYEVWqSc0_SI5sjEUD65Cegnu800k5jS4AhLt_6tMlEFM4O991JkFLifQRYQeY7ZAq5TQ/s320/Coop.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> Of course I'll need this to organize my produce. Or knitting supplies. Or whatever.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh082qU0A2R3-itb6r5RF3NID255WWKIm-U_TMfGqBOVuy2uRSAC4j-GN8lF4bS_9OYkcxd6TjsJfO5-eS5wmerSh8oANVeqNIKBAiXk0Vq2rvJ4D-X3ddtc1qz9IrGGJxI-lXuWA/s1600/40375.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564677744424632226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh082qU0A2R3-itb6r5RF3NID255WWKIm-U_TMfGqBOVuy2uRSAC4j-GN8lF4bS_9OYkcxd6TjsJfO5-eS5wmerSh8oANVeqNIKBAiXk0Vq2rvJ4D-X3ddtc1qz9IrGGJxI-lXuWA/s320/40375.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">I love maps. I love globes. I love atlases. </span><a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/product/code/40375.do"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">This one</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> is already in my glove compartment.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixUmavkZR-MKUBZP9u1NkM8vU9qeiRClr06IihXz_cqQXzBQXZEQV3lmqw_PZaTPNHnd85CufVMz0iHoClKyQnhJZhvcfwfNJPyspMU59IyJUHmERWaMTgh4rQCDGilGzic1BrA/s1600/53124.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564677740456982114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixUmavkZR-MKUBZP9u1NkM8vU9qeiRClr06IihXz_cqQXzBQXZEQV3lmqw_PZaTPNHnd85CufVMz0iHoClKyQnhJZhvcfwfNJPyspMU59IyJUHmERWaMTgh4rQCDGilGzic1BrA/s320/53124.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Apparently this sweater is no longer available, but it was on my wish list. And now that it is sold out I can lament the fact that I never got to purchase it. Although I never would have (it was over $150) unless I had won the lottery. </span></div></div></div></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-30367649313918139932011-01-19T15:58:00.000-08:002011-01-19T16:15:19.225-08:00Saint Squad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMy4jVsuHauItROF1Lme-MhGL0vSyomzT6hS_oQoiySW7iEWtFuEXK4K9SVNFz5iCDet7l-5kdU0_0RiVJvKT4r-OrDQrME-OVqrna2gDxbGld2oULxO1w0uCYw6YWggc-m2iqZw/s1600/Picture1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564053141235646818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMy4jVsuHauItROF1Lme-MhGL0vSyomzT6hS_oQoiySW7iEWtFuEXK4K9SVNFz5iCDet7l-5kdU0_0RiVJvKT4r-OrDQrME-OVqrna2gDxbGld2oULxO1w0uCYw6YWggc-m2iqZw/s320/Picture1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"> <span style="color:#3333ff;">It should come as no surprise to anyone that I'm a fan of Traci Hunter <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abramson's</span> </span></span><a href="http://www.tracihunterabramson.com/books.html"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Saint Squad </span></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">series. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">LDS</span> fiction + action + Navy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">SEALs</span> = good stuff. I go through phases of reading nothing but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">LDS</span> fiction (action/mystery, not romance). I get tired of all the trash out there! Unfortunately, I read the stuff faster than the authors can write and I often find myself in limbo waiting for the next great book to come along. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">But I digress. Check out the Saint Squad series. Entertaining stuff.<br /></span><div></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-50182048146863747032011-01-14T08:20:00.000-08:002011-01-14T08:31:12.263-08:00Etsy Love<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I *heart* </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Etsy</span>.</span></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> It's the perfect marketplace for someone who enjoys one-of-a-kind or unique items, vintage treasures, and off-the-wall creations. Someone exactly like me.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmPL7YP8vw3qRCbl0DR0D2CwlUsZu0IgtaYzjc05dYzzDFFJvzuRFjJ62bH7s91uLsjukxFNzKFw1JnWzj-7p95xDEElQ31qIXTRaDGz_Nw6jw9EnVHXeJjBFHsRwbHqVJQnGJw/s1600/il_570xN_195807655.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562077615915202210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmPL7YP8vw3qRCbl0DR0D2CwlUsZu0IgtaYzjc05dYzzDFFJvzuRFjJ62bH7s91uLsjukxFNzKFw1JnWzj-7p95xDEElQ31qIXTRaDGz_Nw6jw9EnVHXeJjBFHsRwbHqVJQnGJw/s320/il_570xN_195807655.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> Take, for instance, this 2011 calendar printed on library cards by </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/colettepaperie?ref=top_trail"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Collette <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Paperie</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">. Do you get where I am going with this? Me? Library cards? I'm thinking my next purchase from this shop will be the typewriter note cards. Love.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ForStrangeWomen"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562077613215373922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKc1qaGZTd6lB6SfiJdQFfbvijrzlEOoJ344MiNK8fLDzWTomqpA1sI9zTz1I5UzbJHyNoBpKuLAH5oN2OZKj0dHQ4FcMpuRcboF6Qby9WGsKVkeuJy-mmtayFdKraJGJ6j4n98w/s320/il_570xN_200754571.jpg" />For Strange Women</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> drew me in with wonderfully <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aesthetic</span> photos and the packaging of the items. It's splendid. And I can't wait to taste, er, try this lip balm. The entire shop is very retro-glam and I dig it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Do <em>you</em> Etsy? </span></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-43187848556051720962011-01-08T15:58:00.000-08:002011-01-08T16:27:03.881-08:00five years.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Dear L, </span></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Five years ago you left this world and my life has never been the same. I've finally come to terms with the guilt I felt and learned to let go of it knowing that I couldn't have changed what happened...sometimes fate has a will of her own. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">When I think of you now- which is every day- I do so with affection and gratitude to have had you in my life, even if for so short a time. The details I recall are ripe with tenderness: the way your face would break into a grin when you saw me; the way you'd wrap your arms around me from behind as I was making hot chocolate in the morning; how you would pull me into your arms at random moments and dance with me. I still hear your voice calling me your best girl and telling me I was every man's dream. I remember how seeing you pull up on your bike would make my heartbeat quicken and how, later, just the thought of you would fill my stomach with butterflies. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The night I got the call...I still remember every detail about that night. Where I was, what I was wearing, who I was with. Erin saved my life that night...and in the months to follow. I don't know how her and Justin survived me practically living on their couch for weeks, but they did and I wouldn't have made it through without them. Losing you, L, softened me. I was vulnerable and shattered and needed people. 2006 began in a horrific way but it turned out to be one of the best of my life in a very odd, twisted kind of way. Losing you made me open up and let people in. I made wonderful new friends who have become like family to me. But I have never, never stopped loving you or missing you. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">You are still in my dreams and each day brings a memory of you. I pray that never changes because you made me feel again, love again. And for that I can only be grateful. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">You are in my heart. Always. </span></span></i></div><div><br /></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-69822264007207595092011-01-05T13:27:00.001-08:002011-01-05T15:10:14.937-08:00true<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqwfvw5lo06xvodq2yyjQiBu_yv64p3IKnhacOyhD5lgzKX-cNR3vnXCiHtkYPet6smRzllepBW1_Oul7w0LUtwruZHjp2aTcF5RRG65NURZ1CtmOvRwEwPjX7SCoVGXcrLbPjg/s1600/il_570xN_194361333.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558816618482948514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqwfvw5lo06xvodq2yyjQiBu_yv64p3IKnhacOyhD5lgzKX-cNR3vnXCiHtkYPet6smRzllepBW1_Oul7w0LUtwruZHjp2aTcF5RRG65NURZ1CtmOvRwEwPjX7SCoVGXcrLbPjg/s320/il_570xN_194361333.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#333399;">First, I must say how much this print captivates me. It's available from </span></span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62264252/a-winters-tale-a-dreamy-fine-art"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Esty</span> seller</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"> and I fully intend on purchasing it for my home. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Second, I've selected my word for 2011: <em>true</em>. I will be<em> true</em> to who I am, deep down at the core. I am not my friends, my family, my coworkers. They all have their own beliefs, values, likes, dislikes, etc., and I have mine. I may seek counsel from others but will always, <strong>always</strong><em> </em>allow my heart and head to inform my actions. Above all else, I need to be the unique, authentic, quirky person I am and not allow others to dictate my course. In my heart of hearts, I know what I believe, what I value, what makes me happy, what I want most in life. To listen to, respect, and heed that little voice I hear in my head and my heart when I ponder my life is what I resolve to do in 2011. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">To be<em> true</em>. </span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-45785999154007800772010-12-22T12:34:00.000-08:002010-12-22T12:53:11.729-08:00Of Books<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Thanks to Amazon's wonderful "gift-tracking" process, when I clicked on this item in on my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wish list</span>, it alerted me that the item had been purchased (by my mother for my Christmas gift). Lovely. Thanks, Amazon. Frustration aside, I adore the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Paddywax</span> Library collection. Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite scent...and isn't the packaging clever?<br /><br /></span><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjj84_WdGX8HjrAJ0V9ozsYm8yNkjDMM5eOyNmPR3Fk7MflM6fiPOM-QVPo5JWaRzpWeCzdLccUpe3ug64FDrK5ax2QsymleGUlD7_F7zFJBz1Bi_JlWpImEKyOczYhiyO_McEHw/s1600/Paddywax.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553608192154672098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjj84_WdGX8HjrAJ0V9ozsYm8yNkjDMM5eOyNmPR3Fk7MflM6fiPOM-QVPo5JWaRzpWeCzdLccUpe3ug64FDrK5ax2QsymleGUlD7_F7zFJBz1Bi_JlWpImEKyOczYhiyO_McEHw/s320/Paddywax.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"> A year ago, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anthropologie</span> introduced me to the Penguin Classics <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cloth bound</span> collection. Slowly but surely I've been collecting these gems. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553609807305979714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5G0XDVAwZbm9IHVQ2BwvB4beu1YZQoIk0lxIuRswKhQlX9XXBow_q_P3PGyAPD95YIJ__ehkDQDCPo0H8dlL2CbAMyGW5_d5hQ6Y8Lukc2gnWGIpFBtxX_yBuKWBZepxHYtDug/s320/penguin_cloth_classics.png" /> And once again they've suckered me in. The Penguin Classics for children. As if I could resist purchasing these for my future children. I simply do not have that much self-control. Maybe I should work on that in the new year. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553610031337556818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheh_pc8YWePuZ-MZMQiYT43UJsi8nKqqWfgW_MG3D_FsQZlbmQR1rhyphenhyphenqKYqUcGIBWd7SfDJLs4V24dQZlm2DLTc0lMqpQzPxnG8FSRQ_M4JdaLRBA2I8pGpY1sEbPbXTmCzLNRHg/s320/Penguin+Children.JPG" />But at least my as-of-yet-unborn children will be well-read.</span> <div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-54470370997056589862010-12-21T14:53:00.000-08:002010-12-21T14:57:26.083-08:00BookBook<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhR9nm65v7TcXQvEWyukyVesYqzmB2GvFmPB7YwU5cszNAHponl49bEf_f51nqrxX3GY4OSo-twNZek1rmRO6UmICC2bMox6wvgKC-tJpIh8yssBzSPA7TC1pu5lVg1sUUQuQuQ/s1600/pageHeroImages_bookbook2_.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553272504152453970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhR9nm65v7TcXQvEWyukyVesYqzmB2GvFmPB7YwU5cszNAHponl49bEf_f51nqrxX3GY4OSo-twNZek1rmRO6UmICC2bMox6wvgKC-tJpIh8yssBzSPA7TC1pu5lVg1sUUQuQuQ/s320/pageHeroImages_bookbook2_.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">A MacBook </span><a href="http://twelvesouth.com/products/bookbook/#"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">case/cover </span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">that looks like an old book. Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? Not sure I can part with the $90-$100 bucks, but a girl can dream. </span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-58841291240698828292010-12-17T09:08:00.001-08:002010-12-17T09:13:40.040-08:00Wizarding World of Harry Potter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDHmV7ECS8aGa2aq9clnawiMxsam5tbEB0u9nSEu3E3kooVDx5iC_WRiP45FdniThH6Ytv-buwpUnyTw-QCRvffrKM1AL-3mhifzAJz51nkmYg1ca8iKwbAQqQs9YGGdgmbnwqQ/s1600/hogwarts-castle-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551699318855312498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDHmV7ECS8aGa2aq9clnawiMxsam5tbEB0u9nSEu3E3kooVDx5iC_WRiP45FdniThH6Ytv-buwpUnyTw-QCRvffrKM1AL-3mhifzAJz51nkmYg1ca8iKwbAQqQs9YGGdgmbnwqQ/s320/hogwarts-castle-2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> It is no secret that the Manning family adores Harry Potter. In any movie that showed previews for the Deathly Hollows, there was clapping and glee (and tears when two members of the Manning family- mom & dad- went without the third- kid- to see part I). And despite the kid not getting an owl for her last birthday, as was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">desperately</span> pleaded for, Harry Potter is still our favorite (after Lord of the Rings...actually, I think it might be a tie). </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Given this information, I am going to strongly advocate that the Manning family spends Christmas 2011 in </span><a href="http://www.universalorlando.com/harrypotter/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wizarding</span> World of Harry Potter</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> at Universal Orlando. It looks amazing, truly. Now, if we can only drug my father enough to get him on an airplane, it might be a win.<br /></span><div></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-52842967782314640742010-12-11T17:18:00.000-08:002010-12-11T17:21:15.185-08:00the stockings were hung<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwR-NC8r3S_UOgW8Mb-I9NJz3TDdbJ_ZDkJRYAK05bos9FCblla0-ZBtxMTqOzfuw7gLg3AuQH8TpHY4uFCITmIipcPEAWIr1Tre4tpDgIdviZWDV-HIa486K-8SsL9U4B9i51zQ/s1600/Stockings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwR-NC8r3S_UOgW8Mb-I9NJz3TDdbJ_ZDkJRYAK05bos9FCblla0-ZBtxMTqOzfuw7gLg3AuQH8TpHY4uFCITmIipcPEAWIr1Tre4tpDgIdviZWDV-HIa486K-8SsL9U4B9i51zQ/s320/Stockings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549599026079917074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">I have no idea who (whom?) Ashley, Barry and Ellie are, but I'm not above stealing their <a href="http://www.garnethill.com/garnet-hill-woolen-stockings/bedding-home/holiday-decor/stockings/166970">Christmas stockings </a>for my own make-believe mantle. </span></span></span> </div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-16479457560890937892010-12-10T14:55:00.001-08:002010-12-10T14:58:02.326-08:00TEASE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqucuJBme_a1KQIb_vXIkgd7dUKz3BtLHYNstNW5zl5EzBlDORxlNFZE-CekEn84_YhMG1Iu-fdMLP1J9TWR1EywNcjzheK_AAKBm5OKuvRawWbLXrNwL6pkNwF7YN3aUoAumwA/s1600/TEASE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqucuJBme_a1KQIb_vXIkgd7dUKz3BtLHYNstNW5zl5EzBlDORxlNFZE-CekEn84_YhMG1Iu-fdMLP1J9TWR1EywNcjzheK_AAKBm5OKuvRawWbLXrNwL6pkNwF7YN3aUoAumwA/s320/TEASE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549191387393697938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">It's cute </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> it smells good.</span></span></span> </div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-4400707603164745972010-12-07T14:34:00.000-08:002010-12-11T17:22:30.269-08:00Draper's Cabinet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcKd3LVjXpHsSU-ZFsxs58EawUwBgdjFElANUUqvK24p7rG-j0aCvERSP6YuDOfMVkjhHSNC9XWham9ybJ2TsZ3-Ibh7Th4El0JvQuvNa0ZkRAbG5D6o7B8k6MItaIyWKsHSGyg/s1600/41961.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548072656683607090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcKd3LVjXpHsSU-ZFsxs58EawUwBgdjFElANUUqvK24p7rG-j0aCvERSP6YuDOfMVkjhHSNC9XWham9ybJ2TsZ3-Ibh7Th4El0JvQuvNa0ZkRAbG5D6o7B8k6MItaIyWKsHSGyg/s320/41961.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"> Dear Sundance Catalog, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Please, <em>please</em> stop making items that I simply must have (such as this </span><a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/product/code/41961.do#"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Draper's Cabinet</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">). And if you must continue to manufacture these items (and I understand the whole needing-to-make-a-profit bit) please price them within my budget. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Sincerely Yours, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Lindsy T<br /></span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-85616665273878437672010-12-02T10:51:00.000-08:002010-12-02T10:55:30.296-08:00The Wreath<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSldUhG8qOwJCCr8GhoUtzc_DyoVM3YF1SgonxwHL8PsTIexhG6DxMewaoLx7T1MeXkzp9x5eIqwJexBzkqluUlP66LrkTVoSv-DYMS1c0j0nNWB8HcxAchNTHxSoCPCTZHB_ung/s1600/Yarn+Wreath.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546159742188212002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSldUhG8qOwJCCr8GhoUtzc_DyoVM3YF1SgonxwHL8PsTIexhG6DxMewaoLx7T1MeXkzp9x5eIqwJexBzkqluUlP66LrkTVoSv-DYMS1c0j0nNWB8HcxAchNTHxSoCPCTZHB_ung/s320/Yarn+Wreath.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"> I (along with every other hipster/yuppie/soccer mom) want to make this </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">wreath for my front door.<br /></span></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-60266462518277929292010-11-24T08:14:00.000-08:002010-11-24T08:15:42.417-08:00Turkey Day<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I'm Vegas-bound in a couple of hours. I get to experience, first-hand (pun intended) the new measures in place by the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">TSA</span>. I'll report back. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Happy Thanksgiving! </span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-11112744012767358692010-11-16T13:54:00.000-08:002010-11-16T14:13:53.473-08:00maybe just a little bit<span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">There is a slight (okay...maybe bigger than a breadbox) chance that I fell in love with San Diego this weekend. Of course, the San <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Diego</span> I experienced was Del Mar and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gaslamp</span>, Navy Pier and Navy bases, Miguel's (the best Mexican food on Coronado) and the Hotel <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Del</span> Coronado, Clayton's Cafe (jukeboxes, vinyl stools and amazing berry waffles) and being lulled to sleep by the sound of the ocean (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">JBIP</span> lives two blocks from it). That's not the <em>real </em>San Diego. That is what I keep repeating in my mind to prevent me from applying for jobs there, putting my house up for sale and buying obscene amounts of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">board shorts</span> and flip flops. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8a8mGHstjY98-nOZ5Mxcb8X-U5lRl_ZXmdRhSMLsrFCpXZvuKkZHRfEPCNg_y-SvZmHT6DRTuhZSgHnwzh9tQOu06USW61h0YSOFk2q2XMm3zHkun_TZlEXoZgX2GJgRqS0yyPQ/s1600/75599_10100145489355061_10031794_56345856_7245825_n.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540269603807749842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8a8mGHstjY98-nOZ5Mxcb8X-U5lRl_ZXmdRhSMLsrFCpXZvuKkZHRfEPCNg_y-SvZmHT6DRTuhZSgHnwzh9tQOu06USW61h0YSOFk2q2XMm3zHkun_TZlEXoZgX2GJgRqS0yyPQ/s320/75599_10100145489355061_10031794_56345856_7245825_n.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"> Me on Coronado. Spent A LOT of time there. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpezPc9neYlCGGAH1Fueo0dtX2G7detGntsgF9KfPmqyvS3x0IN1hsPYWZ2jzgfqWwAxaMtYtX8OfxgPFEgfuOuvTazh1vzs-DBzsqIaMA7SEzm8sMm1oxZCQcxfEb6wQj21ZYw/s1600/154621_10100145489614541_10031794_56345867_3083580_n.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540269592382449170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpezPc9neYlCGGAH1Fueo0dtX2G7detGntsgF9KfPmqyvS3x0IN1hsPYWZ2jzgfqWwAxaMtYtX8OfxgPFEgfuOuvTazh1vzs-DBzsqIaMA7SEzm8sMm1oxZCQcxfEb6wQj21ZYw/s320/154621_10100145489614541_10031794_56345867_3083580_n.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"> The V-J Day Kiss statue in San Diego Harbor next to the USS Midway.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNtLoxfrmZyNSIYF5jrl33g2TL-26oJk2LFXpJeuxKKguUMxbKMhgProQSr2YNl91ujTwLP-khs9LMG9xT0TliBxrgbR6yvIbdCPTImVx4EBJSNRDCVtII8Hl_1zy4TY3_OR9Ag/s1600/74286_10100143015093501_10031794_56295828_3292379_n.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540269594646373554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNtLoxfrmZyNSIYF5jrl33g2TL-26oJk2LFXpJeuxKKguUMxbKMhgProQSr2YNl91ujTwLP-khs9LMG9xT0TliBxrgbR6yvIbdCPTImVx4EBJSNRDCVtII8Hl_1zy4TY3_OR9Ag/s320/74286_10100143015093501_10031794_56295828_3292379_n.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><br />Sunset at Imperial Beach...just two blocks from where I stayed. </span></div></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-38326282737338883412010-11-10T08:14:00.001-08:002010-11-10T08:17:07.129-08:00Where in the world?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHUviPaXXmXbpRtTFQ5g_sBsIU5J_h4eooLdwCo9HUR3FqFgZYmul-JvnztTbvwp8gFhY76uwhjIBTCS0oXdMeDR55u_5CfuIyZvkOiKC-BEKvSQDuDPhcq8LZwN8ssNAKwlLhA/s1600/san_diego_ca.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537955367458781794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHUviPaXXmXbpRtTFQ5g_sBsIU5J_h4eooLdwCo9HUR3FqFgZYmul-JvnztTbvwp8gFhY76uwhjIBTCS0oXdMeDR55u_5CfuIyZvkOiKC-BEKvSQDuDPhcq8LZwN8ssNAKwlLhA/s320/san_diego_ca.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"> In less than nine hours, I'm leaving for San Diego. Looking forward to good times with my Janna-Banana-In-Pajamas, exploring the Navy base and touring an in-service aircraft carrier, eating delicious Mexican food and getting into as much trouble as two girls can. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Let the wild rumpus start!<br /></span><div></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-87006226880743747152010-10-28T08:45:00.000-07:002010-10-28T09:30:29.359-07:00leavin' on a jet plane<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I'm heading north to brave the snow, jello, and fake sweet voices of Utah for </span><a href="http://thecrazyturners.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">babycakes</span> </span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">and her crazy-awesome family. But not without a bit of trepidation. There have been mentions of duct tape and scissors and her devil-may-care five year-old frightens me a bit. Good thing he's so stinking adorable, just like the rest of her offspring. And the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">babycakes</span> herself, well, having known me since I was a wee freshman in high school, she has a tale or two to tell on me...hence, why I keep her around as my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">bestie</span>. That and the fact that we often share the same <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">irreverent</span>, hell-raising, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">punkish</span> attitude. I almost feel bad for her daughter's class (we are helping at their Halloween party) and their church ward (their Halloween shindig is tomorrow night). <em>Almost</em>. </span>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-57524804931798868742010-10-21T13:51:00.001-07:002010-10-21T16:29:18.740-07:00Along for the Ride<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I really, <em>really</em> hope <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">anthropologie</span> has these ornaments again this year because I would buy every letter of the alphabet and spell out random sayings on my mother's Christmas tree. Sayings that would confuse her and drive her out of her mind. Cause I kinda like driving my mother out of her mind. It's fun. (P.S.- Previously mentioned mother is still mad at me because on my recent trip home I couldn't stop myself from correcting all the spelling and grammar mistakes -in red ink- on the post-it notes she left on fridge.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHihLmlsw6g76ObfiFxDzXeT5T7-aWqrAkCTSOVqNjLVXRzdvQ6Z-eYrxx9Kzo-cCnYgPFqsZrCEF3SzXaL_9zDTfE2ZUDU6gXdBaAjSCoE4Haqoo6Gyt5e8OY7dSULPwSkdNPaQ/s1600/983243_095_b2.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530605937145903762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHihLmlsw6g76ObfiFxDzXeT5T7-aWqrAkCTSOVqNjLVXRzdvQ6Z-eYrxx9Kzo-cCnYgPFqsZrCEF3SzXaL_9zDTfE2ZUDU6gXdBaAjSCoE4Haqoo6Gyt5e8OY7dSULPwSkdNPaQ/s320/983243_095_b2.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Confession: There are parts of pop culture I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">obsessed</span> with. I can't tell you who the hell Justin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bieber</span> is or what he sings or why he's so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">newsworthly</span>, but I'm kinda addicted to L.A. Ink. And tattoos. So I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-ordered </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tattoo-Chronicles-Kat-Von-D/dp/0061953369/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1287694403&sr=8-1"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">this</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> on Amazon. Her first book was decent...and it's currently placed on my bookshelf next to a book of baby names. Don't judge. </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudTaTNgyA_3XMXGIgmN8Drj60-D5r3VXPiZfHIzfBLTVVQeY486UVf6yLNcqdbVaVftTm5jc7mmz_5r0iz13CLbcRn58JkwFJmuqeRjUE_iV8XcUfO8iRDNfHKXyMJMSJIfnT4A/s1600/51+7eSG4EPL__SL500_AA300_.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530605662770946818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudTaTNgyA_3XMXGIgmN8Drj60-D5r3VXPiZfHIzfBLTVVQeY486UVf6yLNcqdbVaVftTm5jc7mmz_5r0iz13CLbcRn58JkwFJmuqeRjUE_iV8XcUfO8iRDNfHKXyMJMSJIfnT4A/s320/51+7eSG4EPL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Other randomness:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">* I was called an intolerant Nazi today for suggesting that implant contraceptives be mandatory for women on welfare. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">* My beautiful, adorable, sexy (why guys like it so much I don't know) nose stud has grown a bump that is bigger than the actual jewelry. I'm upset and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aggro</span> and just want the damn thing gone. The bump not the piercing. That piercing was years in the works and I ain't giving it up without a fight. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">* I have free flights on Southwest and Delta. Now to just decide where to go. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">* How have I never invested that much time in John Mayer and Jack Johnson before? Kinda digging them both right now. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">* Actual <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">FB</span> status this week:</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtpbb6S5Wqq47riVInWD5Yh7VrWDCjnFKqyBmZidQwirfg83l85U_3Jrt4p7ETwrjfOZ5YHT2Wx7NhDR3KOV0Cmk0xW6-HV_AvvV889iuObL8N7VM2P8QrylwYDGLCLXr4qTQ9A/s1600/Anthropologie-Winding-Ruffle-Boots-ruffles.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> The question my professor assigned me for my Ethical Issues in Religious Traditions mid-term: "Define and discuss the Roman Catholic <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Church's</span> opposition to all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">artificial</span> methods of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">contraception</span>." I do believe my professor just pulled my soap box out of the closet, dusted it off, set it center stage and handed me a microphone. This is going to be fun.</span></div>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-41013032307380671392010-09-30T09:24:00.000-07:002010-09-30T09:41:38.770-07:00<blockquote><p><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." ~ Marilyn Monroe</span></p><blockquote><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></blockquote><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Lately I've been vacillating between extremes: happy and sad; brave and terrified; calm and angry. Things are <em>good</em>, but not <em>great</em>. Of course, life is never always great and we find happiness when we can look at the world around us and be content and see the good. I see the good...really, I do. But at times I'm so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">acutely</span> aware of the love and companionship I am missing in my life it makes my heart ache. And try as I might, that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loneliness</span>, that <em>hole</em>, is not something I can fix. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">There is always hope, of course. Hope that someday someone will walk into my life and make all this waiting and wondering and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loneliness</span> worth it. But as the years go by the hope fades. For refusing to believe I'm 34, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">some days</span> I surely feel that way. I feel <em>old</em>. I feel as if I missed out <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">somewhere</span>. As if I've been wishing on someone <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">else's</span> star. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">The good things are falling apart but better things aren't coming together.</span> </p></blockquote>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14672297.post-65414990793154421772010-09-15T14:50:00.000-07:002010-09-15T14:57:10.359-07:00Taking Inventory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADsGVKl0zSCmRG4HN4iN1WV_lWm00IGgw0cddZsMFf4elcYeTAy4xYHHpu_-5d6C5yDZeSh64j1E0CWty386eCLMO2yZFKuDfMq_7A8mbqSwVTL_uHugQ_sI7nx4GS82n_ifL-A/s1600/Swing+and+books.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517261215364695186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADsGVKl0zSCmRG4HN4iN1WV_lWm00IGgw0cddZsMFf4elcYeTAy4xYHHpu_-5d6C5yDZeSh64j1E0CWty386eCLMO2yZFKuDfMq_7A8mbqSwVTL_uHugQ_sI7nx4GS82n_ifL-A/s320/Swing+and+books.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#009900;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">It's been entirely too long since I: </span></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Wrote something besides a blog entry, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> status update, or work e-mail. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Practiced the guitar. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Made a card or other crafty item. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Played with my sweet, cuddly "nephew."</span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Colored. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Danced around the house. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Looked in the mirror and realized how beautiful I truly am. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Thanked someone for being just who they are. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Cashed in all the money in my "change jar" and spent it on something entirely <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">frivolous</span>. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Prayed. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Struck up conversation with a complete stranger. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Wished on a star.<br /></span></li></ul>Lindsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13899778399749332995noreply@blogger.com1