<?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-8566288208608240989</id><updated>2012-02-07T05:13:50.114-06:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Real life'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='20 Q&apos;s'/><category term='drink drank drunk'/><category term='crafting'/><category term='top ten'/><category term='Happy Holidays'/><category term='craigslist'/><category term='infertility'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='Mink'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='makeover'/><title type='text'>Procrastinator - Fascinator</title><subtitle type='html'>...a blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-6680552172294148865</id><published>2010-02-22T11:51:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:40:49.331-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink drank drunk'/><title type='text'>A Weekend of Proportions</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a sun-drenched one here in the south with highs in the upper sixties.  It is crazy to believe that one weekend can be a winter wonderland and the next one a spring fling.  Gotta love living way below that Mason Dixon line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we put all of our household projects on hold, and Saturday began with Husband purchasing one of these bad boys (or girls):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LGhbcfTqI/AAAAAAAAARk/HXCs2sVPbyw/s1600-h/product-front-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LGhbcfTqI/AAAAAAAAARk/HXCs2sVPbyw/s400/product-front-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441129577422212770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-O-V-E!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which left &lt;strike&gt;us&lt;/strike&gt; me a bit on the queasy side considering how many pennies we dropped in a matter of mere minutes.  So, we indulged in all things greasy and salty by chowing down &lt;a href="http://www.fiveguys.com/home.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LH7OYPZRI/AAAAAAAAARs/LadwCbMd9fU/s1600-h/DSC_6413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LH7OYPZRI/AAAAAAAAARs/LadwCbMd9fU/s400/DSC_6413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441131120102958354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little window shopping &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LJ7MMhudI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lP6CmMwChwE/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+2222010+121232+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LJ7MMhudI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lP6CmMwChwE/s400/Fullscreen+capture+2222010+121232+PM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441133318540212690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went with some friends to have a few (or a few too many, depending on who you talk to...) of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LZAsTbAKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fE_1qyjPbvM/s1600-h/tvs2976_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 422px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LZAsTbAKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fE_1qyjPbvM/s400/tvs2976_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441149905732829346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that led to an impromptu party at our house which included this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LQ8Y1OTrI/AAAAAAAAASc/2jfR0OCvLkc/s1600-h/DSCN0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 526px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LQ8Y1OTrI/AAAAAAAAASc/2jfR0OCvLkc/s400/DSCN0635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441141035693395634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice:  We do not discriminate against ANY type of beer.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink much??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because obviously we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that whole bag was full of beer cans and bottles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my weekend ended with me doing not much more than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LWTotogFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/cbBMynIK1O0/s1600-h/2010-02-16-1213-241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 422px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LWTotogFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/cbBMynIK1O0/s400/2010-02-16-1213-241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441146932651655250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-6680552172294148865?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6680552172294148865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=6680552172294148865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/6680552172294148865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/6680552172294148865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-of-proportions.html' title='A Weekend of Proportions'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S4LGhbcfTqI/AAAAAAAAARk/HXCs2sVPbyw/s72-c/product-front-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-5307906855220822276</id><published>2010-02-16T11:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:25:04.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>Going MIA</title><content type='html'>Well peeps, I guess it's been about two months since I took an impromptu break from this here blog. I definitely did not mean for it to be such an extended Christmas holiday, but hey, I don't call myself The Procrastinator for nothing. Anyhoo, a lot has happened, and honestly, I just didn't have the means of expressing it. I really am trying to weave my way in and around this blogging world, and I think my problem was I was expecting soooo much too soon. I am not sure exactly where or how I, or my ideas, will fit in with everyone else's, but I am determined just to keep at it, speak from the heart, and take it one day, one post, and one fabulous or not so fabulous project at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the Christmas festivities had subsided and the last decoration was boxed up, I was off for my third surgery in three years to alleviate pain stemming from my Stage IV endometriosis. It was a long surgery with a few complications but it was well worth it to finally have some relief. After a speedy recovery we are ready for the next phase... a round of in-vitro fertilization. Three cheers and plenty of prayers for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S3rs3USXw5I/AAAAAAAAARU/vChq_fTnPbE/s1600-h/IMG_004071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S3rs3USXw5I/AAAAAAAAARU/vChq_fTnPbE/s400/IMG_004071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438919935086019474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was obviously pre-op....I looked a thousand times worse when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this past Friday we awoke to a winter surprise for the second time this season....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S3ru9TEpVcI/AAAAAAAAARc/XaR7hik6D-I/s1600-h/215101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S3ru9TEpVcI/AAAAAAAAARc/XaR7hik6D-I/s400/215101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438922236862485954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX INCHES FOLKS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is like a record around these parts. Needless to say, it was a day of snowball fights, rubber boots, making snowmen and angels, and utter delight as we gave thanks for a beautiful winter day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to take the time to thank all of the wonderful strangers whose comments have meant more than you know. I also never extended my gratitude to the fabulous &lt;a href="http://missmustardseed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Mustard Seed&lt;/a&gt; for selecting my gun-cabinet-turned-hall-tree project as the winner of her Furniture Feature Friday. It was a wonderful and unexpected surprise! Another surprise was this sweet postcard from the people over at &lt;a href="http://www.colorincprolab.com/"&gt;ColorInc Corp.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S3rqME36XKI/AAAAAAAAARM/Xceg51WLxy4/s1600-h/DSCN06321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 476px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S3rqME36XKI/AAAAAAAAARM/Xceg51WLxy4/s400/DSCN06321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438916993190878370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post, but I felt the need &lt;strike&gt;the need for speed&lt;/strike&gt; (Oops, I watched a little too much telly during my sojourn!) to put it all out there. Thanks for letting me vent and we will be back to our regularly scheduled program as soon as I can whip my butt into shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-5307906855220822276?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5307906855220822276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=5307906855220822276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5307906855220822276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5307906855220822276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-mia.html' title='Going MIA'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/S3rs3USXw5I/AAAAAAAAARU/vChq_fTnPbE/s72-c/IMG_004071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-5283782239978932772</id><published>2009-12-22T09:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:34:05.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Holidays'/><title type='text'>Santa can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas just days away, and me in utter and complete panic mode, I really could use some elves' help.  You see, awhile ago I opened my big fat mouth and offered to host Christmas at my house.  Oh baby Jesus, WHATWASITHINKING?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying that it will hurry up and go away.  I know, bad Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you would be so kind as to send some help, I am sure we can whip my house into holiday shape in no time.  Even though you are the master of all things Christmas, I took the liberty of pulling a few ideas out of my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxu_XlVZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Le72prhFQ_0/s1600-h/redroomDE07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxu_XlVZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Le72prhFQ_0/s400/redroomDE07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096141313332626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxuQAKWsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HDdb6lSf42k/s1600-h/boardNO07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxuQAKWsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HDdb6lSf42k/s400/boardNO07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096128598629058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxuJKCNmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XCtumGD6q5M/s1600-h/_MG_6728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxuJKCNmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XCtumGD6q5M/s400/_MG_6728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096126760990306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxuCmRsRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5Y9r9wlbRbY/s1600-h/Temple-G133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxuCmRsRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5Y9r9wlbRbY/s400/Temple-G133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096125000397074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxtyXR3eI/AAAAAAAAAQE/LrIQaMHEaDQ/s1600-h/allwhiteNO07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxtyXR3eI/AAAAAAAAAQE/LrIQaMHEaDQ/s400/allwhiteNO07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096120642526690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDydVPo2kI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/blNxGxL1ct8/s1600-h/safariNO07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDydVPo2kI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/blNxGxL1ct8/s400/safariNO07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096937459571266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDyQcN_UXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ash-v1C05wU/s1600-h/rusticwreathDE07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDyQcN_UXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ash-v1C05wU/s400/rusticwreathDE07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096715993403762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, dear Santa, for the love of Mrs. Claus, HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If it's not too much to ask, could you throw in some snow as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?  What about sleet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Santa, Bring.it.on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pics found &lt;a href="http://www.houseandhome.com/holiday-page"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-5283782239978932772?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5283782239978932772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=5283782239978932772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5283782239978932772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5283782239978932772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-can-you-hear-me.html' title='Santa can you hear me?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SzDxu_XlVZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Le72prhFQ_0/s72-c/redroomDE07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-9182505312909475659</id><published>2009-12-21T15:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:52:45.514-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Holidays'/><title type='text'>The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...</title><content type='html'>This will be our third Christmas as a married couple and I am sad to say that this line from the classic Christmas story has never been fulfilled in our house. Alas, I was determined that this would be the year. It's not that I had never looked for stockings; it's just that I could never find any that suited my taste or my insanely cheap habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be merry...and thrifty, I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you will find my supply list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mOOzYkLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iSc5Xxko_So/s1600-h/DSCN0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mOOzYkLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iSc5Xxko_So/s400/DSCN0442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417802008916168882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used what I had, except for the glitter and wooden letters which came from Hobby Lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by lightly staining the sides of each letter, then modge-podged them, followed by a healthy shot of glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mOUpveyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aM7_cj1lrB4/s1600-h/DSCN0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mOUpveyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aM7_cj1lrB4/s400/DSCN0449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417802010486340386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are all ready for their close-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mOghCOSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0kJCvWwK1dM/s1600-h/DSCN0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mOghCOSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0kJCvWwK1dM/s400/DSCN0453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417802013671045410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I took extra burlap that had been hanging around left over from &lt;a href="http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-guns-plus-paintbrush-equal.html"&gt;this project&lt;/a&gt; and cut it following the line of an old stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mPNR4cCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Imko_0JH4vA/s1600-h/DSCN0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mPNR4cCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Imko_0JH4vA/s400/DSCN0456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417802025687085090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had grand intentions of gluing them with a glue gun then hand-stitching them, but I got lazy and I also couldn't find my glue sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I modge-podged them too.....and it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are all finished and oh-so-pretty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mPYhvDYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_myEiyU-Qjk/s1600-h/DSCN0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mPYhvDYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_myEiyU-Qjk/s400/DSCN0458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417802028706368898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_rghHycqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Zfdc_w4PgBE/s1600-h/DSCN0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_rghHycqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Zfdc_w4PgBE/s400/DSCN0459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417807820629373602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_rg7vK07I/AAAAAAAAAP8/W5QIqUslqHE/s1600-h/DSCN0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_rg7vK07I/AAAAAAAAAP8/W5QIqUslqHE/s400/DSCN0460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417807827773871026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I could have skipped the staining step because you really couldn't see it after it was all together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they perfect?  No.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it stop Santa from stuffing them full of goodies?  Absolutely not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking and I am adding them to &lt;a href="http://thediyshowoff.blogspot.com/2009/12/diy-holiday-highlights-5.html"&gt;DIY Show Off Holiday Highlights&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://asoftplace.net/2009/12/diy-day-3/"&gt;Kimba's DIY Day&lt;/a&gt;.  Please check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-9182505312909475659?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/9182505312909475659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=9182505312909475659&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/9182505312909475659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/9182505312909475659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/12/stockings-were-hung-by-chimney-with.html' title='The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sy_mOOzYkLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iSc5Xxko_So/s72-c/DSCN0442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-346297089962755742</id><published>2009-12-15T09:14:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:57:44.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>The Art of Christmas Cookies: 101</title><content type='html'>I have been on the hunt for the perfect Christmas cookie for well over half my life. Every year, my mom would make Christmas cookies and frost them with that 7 minute frosting. They always looked good, but the taste...well, it left much to be desired. I always felt bad for Santa having to eat those cookies and I vividly remember one year he FORGOT (gasp!) to eat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that should have told me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this year, I decided to conquer the Christmas cookie world. I found a recipe that looked exactly like the cookies from my favorite local bakery and decided to give it a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2008/12/sugar-cookies.html"&gt;inspiration:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyevBZlDTuI/AAAAAAAAANs/Yi_f96TCPp4/s1600-h/6+glace+snow+flakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyevBZlDTuI/AAAAAAAAANs/Yi_f96TCPp4/s400/6+glace+snow+flakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415489515517333218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a brief pictorial of my steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0K18IbcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2X703T7_XoI/s1600-h/DSCN0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0K18IbcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2X703T7_XoI/s400/DSCN0406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415495175307292098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all cooking in my house, start with a glass of your finest, cheapest wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0LNyCrAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/b0eE8REYgFU/s1600-h/DSCN0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0LNyCrAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/b0eE8REYgFU/s400/DSCN0407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415495181707422722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out your dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0LUEfElI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RCmmYveWPUk/s1600-h/DSCN0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0LUEfElI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RCmmYveWPUk/s400/DSCN0431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415495183395394130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cookie cutter? No problem. I found that an upside down wine glass worked splendidly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, wine+me = genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0L9GRl0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/7d_vyVEOtvk/s1600-h/DSCN0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0L9GRl0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/7d_vyVEOtvk/s400/DSCN0432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415495194408752962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0MCeOElI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2QNNhrRDM0g/s1600-h/DSCN0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye0MCeOElI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2QNNhrRDM0g/s400/DSCN0434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415495195851362898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe says that 8 minutes worked perfectly for their cookies. This was also true for mine. Absolutely perfect to be exact, not too hard or too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye4JgOR2dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pwwHPCMZJfE/s1600-h/DSCN0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye4JgOR2dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pwwHPCMZJfE/s400/DSCN0435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415499550344468946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Decorating! However, I would advise to wait until they are completely cool or at least move them off of the hot stove top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye4J2lDBkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/vXDZQVPNrlU/s1600-h/DSCN0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye4J2lDBkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/vXDZQVPNrlU/s400/DSCN0437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415499556345546306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you have to let the bottom layer set, BEFORE applying your piping or else it will end up looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye-Oi1XyAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KYNIbga-LhU/s1600-h/DSCN0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye-Oi1XyAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KYNIbga-LhU/s400/DSCN0438.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415506234014418946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still my beating heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye9Rveu0bI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EaL81n9KrGk/s1600-h/Publication1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sye9Rveu0bI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EaL81n9KrGk/s400/Publication1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505189437100466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I think mine are a dead ringer for the original! &lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, these are &lt;em&gt;WAY&lt;/em&gt; better the next day and they really are the best cookie that I have ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try them, you'll like them...I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-346297089962755742?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/346297089962755742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=346297089962755742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/346297089962755742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/346297089962755742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/12/art-of-christmas-cookies-101.html' title='The Art of Christmas Cookies: 101'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyevBZlDTuI/AAAAAAAAANs/Yi_f96TCPp4/s72-c/6+glace+snow+flakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-781820940765594615</id><published>2009-12-10T11:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:43:33.475-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real life'/><title type='text'>Based on real life events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE_5Z2CMEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gYEJtfK6WC0/s1600-h/667501_fpx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE_5Z2CMEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gYEJtfK6WC0/s400/667501_fpx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413678482498662466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I pull up to work, I am greeted by a certain valet guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have valet parking.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this certain guy &lt;strike&gt;is&lt;/strike&gt; (hmmm, how should I put this) has a very distinct feminine side. He always manages to make me smile in the mornings, which in itself is nothing short of miraculous before coffee, and he affectionately calls me Snow White, most often in a sing-songy kind of voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this particular morning was no different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sang some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Snow whiiiite, Snow whhhhiiiitttttte, birds chirping in the air......)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, make it stop!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.3 minutes later, he complimented me on my boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he starts talking about how his favorite boots' soles came off, and whenever he wears boots he walks with a little more swagger in his step, and something about how he likes heels, do I know where he can find heels in a man's size 13, yada...yada...yada.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, back up?!?  Did he just ask me where to find heels in a man's size 13?  As in.....women's heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.  He did.  He said that he has been looking for some because he likes to practice his walk, and the taller they were, the better.  I just told him to look on the internet, because if you can't find it on the internet, then it probably doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever pull up for valet parking and a big, tall man in uniform walks up to the car wearing heels, just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell him you like his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boots found &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=403463&amp;CategoryID=48333"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-781820940765594615?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/781820940765594615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=781820940765594615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/781820940765594615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/781820940765594615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/12/based-on-real-life-events.html' title='Based on real life events'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE_5Z2CMEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gYEJtfK6WC0/s72-c/667501_fpx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-9170729845921769549</id><published>2009-12-10T11:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:18:38.539-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Sneaks and peaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE0hMPP_RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pcHMpZ2eXLI/s1600-h/DSCN0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE0hMPP_RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pcHMpZ2eXLI/s400/DSCN0345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413665971901562130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFHjk1DwwI/AAAAAAAAANU/8I5UJNHTaOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 576px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFHjk1DwwI/AAAAAAAAANU/8I5UJNHTaOQ/s400/DSCN0375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413686903583261442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFHi0bxfaI/AAAAAAAAANE/MkWIxJGfdKI/s1600-h/DSCN0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFHi0bxfaI/AAAAAAAAANE/MkWIxJGfdKI/s400/DSCN0356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413686890592304546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFHjcDfmWI/AAAAAAAAANM/JdMnhPVofR0/s1600-h/DSCN0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 576px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFHjcDfmWI/AAAAAAAAANM/JdMnhPVofR0/s400/DSCN0370.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413686901227886946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFGChEtUeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/N1dJdFRStt4/s1600-h/DSCN0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 576px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFGChEtUeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/N1dJdFRStt4/s400/DSCN0348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413685236127846882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE0g_4cdNI/AAAAAAAAAME/tOwm4gk2Kvc/s1600-h/DSCN0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE0g_4cdNI/AAAAAAAAAME/tOwm4gk2Kvc/s400/DSCN0367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413665968584684754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFIkbYHPqI/AAAAAAAAANc/QspuRhxdTlE/s1600-h/DSCN0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 576px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyFIkbYHPqI/AAAAAAAAANc/QspuRhxdTlE/s400/DSCN0351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413688017737432738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-9170729845921769549?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/9170729845921769549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=9170729845921769549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/9170729845921769549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/9170729845921769549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/12/sneaks-and-peaks.html' title='Sneaks and peaks'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SyE0hMPP_RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pcHMpZ2eXLI/s72-c/DSCN0345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-4194493780174921475</id><published>2009-12-09T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:00:03.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Holidays'/><title type='text'>Deck the Halls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6jITCFXdI/AAAAAAAAALs/DbM_LruHHX4/s1600-h/100_1469111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6jITCFXdI/AAAAAAAAALs/DbM_LruHHX4/s400/100_1469111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412943165089209810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our halls have been decked, the tree is trimmed, and stockings are hung.&lt;br /&gt;We're anxiously waiting for St. Nicholas to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to soon follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-4194493780174921475?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4194493780174921475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=4194493780174921475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/4194493780174921475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/4194493780174921475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/12/deck-halls.html' title='Deck the Halls'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6jITCFXdI/AAAAAAAAALs/DbM_LruHHX4/s72-c/100_1469111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-3543456696622708808</id><published>2009-12-08T10:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:21:52.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow"</title><content type='html'>Anybody that is close to me knows that &lt;strong&gt;I.am.a.snow.FREAK&lt;/strong&gt;! Every year my letter to Santa would always end like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Could you please bring me some &lt;strong&gt;SNOW&lt;/strong&gt;? Please...Pretty Please?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course growing up in the deep south, we never got any. I think the closest it came to Christmas was a week or two before or after the blessed birthday, but never on it. Last year, we had a snow day two weeks before Christmas; the first time it had snowed in 8 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Saturday morning Santa brought me an early Christmas present. I can't believe it has happened two years in a row. Aren't we supposed to be experiencing global warming? Anyway, this is what I woke up @ 5:00 a.m. to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6G8PT4HYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V1kzhu0cwec/s1600-h/100_09041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6G8PT4HYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V1kzhu0cwec/s400/100_09041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412912171606089090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6HusLQ4bI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ee1yF5tRo_s/s1600-h/100_09141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6HusLQ4bI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ee1yF5tRo_s/s400/100_09141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412913038348050866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about snow that makes everything look better? So pure, clean, and crisp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6UJmrsSrI/AAAAAAAAALc/8GMKnr9kwhQ/s1600-h/100_09021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6UJmrsSrI/AAAAAAAAALc/8GMKnr9kwhQ/s400/100_09021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412926694869453490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6HvCMjuhI/AAAAAAAAALM/uOulsOXaI1k/s1600-h/100_09101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6HvCMjuhI/AAAAAAAAALM/uOulsOXaI1k/s400/100_09101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_512913044259060242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6Uxl9dXZI/AAAAAAAAALk/FUkRcceDWjQ/s1600-h/100_09111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6Uxl9dXZI/AAAAAAAAALk/FUkRcceDWjQ/s400/100_09111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412927381870304658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much and doesn't compare to those that are used to seeing snow on a weekly basis, but for me, it.was.magical. THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-3543456696622708808?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3543456696622708808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=3543456696622708808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/3543456696622708808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/3543456696622708808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-wash-my-hands-my-face-and.html' title='&quot;I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx6G8PT4HYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V1kzhu0cwec/s72-c/100_09041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-3309864430993761188</id><published>2009-12-07T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:21:45.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top ten'/><title type='text'>10 things I have learned about blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx1aAn_Vj6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hIpY3-cukOs/s1600-h/il_430xN_107970089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx1aAn_Vj6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hIpY3-cukOs/s400/il_430xN_107970089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412581293950341026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=36132047&amp;ref=sr_list_15&amp;&amp;ga_search_query=typewriter&amp;ga_search_type=&amp;ga_page=&amp;includes[]=tags&amp;includes[]=title"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been over a month since I started this silly blog, or I should say a month since I have kept with it.  It has been an eye-opening experience, and something that I have found I really enjoy doing, even if I have been MIA for a few weeks.  So here's to what I'ver learned so far: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I never met a comma I didn't like.&lt;/strong&gt;  It is becoming quite evident that I LOVE to overpunctuate everything, especially commas.  I used to think that English was my best subject, but every time I read and re-read posts, I realize how many grammatical errors I make.  I apologize to any English teachers out there, especially if you were mine.  Mrs. Lyle, hello? Are you out there?  Anyone????&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Blogging is time consuming.&lt;/strong&gt;  When I first discovered blogs, I would spend hours pouring over old posts of blogs that interested me.  Then when, (see what I mean about commas) I had my list of daily reads, I would get so disappointed if someone hadn't updated their blog that day.  Now, I have a newfound respect for bloggers, especially those that post multiple times a day and those that do it for a living. &lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;My life is not that interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;  Honestly, some days I have zero things to talk about, much less something that it entertaining, thought-provoking, inspirational, or even noteworthy.  I mean, really, no one, not even the woman that birthed me for over 21 hours, wants to know how many thousands of calories I consumed that day, or how I discovered this really big...uhmm, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;It has made me pay more attention to daily life.&lt;/strong&gt;  I never really thought much about any positives that might come out of this, but it really has made me start living more in the moment than waiting for tomorrow or next week.  I now look forward to the mundane in hopes that something blogworthy will come out it.  Not that this has happened yet, but somewhere over the rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;strong&gt;I am camera-shy.&lt;/strong&gt;  I have always known this about myself.  I most always have a camera with me, but rarely take pictures.  Now, I am starting to take more pictures, and might even one day take one with me in it.  Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I am not a member of the Geek Squad.&lt;/strong&gt; Not only is blogging time-consuming, but it really is hard work, especially for someone who only knows enough about computers to get by.  I cannot tell you how many questions I have googled about how to do this or that on blogger.  A post that would take a normal blogger 30 minutes, sometimes takes upwards of an &lt;strike&gt;hour&lt;/strike&gt; (who am I kidding, more like two).  But it's all in the fun, and I am learning.&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;strong&gt;It is nice to have a creative outlet. &lt;/strong&gt; I was never much of a journalist growing up.  My mother was an avid writer and always gave me a diary for Christmas.  Like most things I take on, it all started with good intentions, but come March, it would become more and more sporadic until there was nothing but blank pages.  Now, I am more determined than ever to keep at it because it is so nice to see my "pages" finally filling up.&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;strong&gt;There are still nice people in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;  Not that I didn't already know this, but we tend to sometimes forget it when we turn on the news.  It is amazing to me how a simple, sweet comment can brighten my day! &lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;strong&gt;HTML codes are your Frenemies.&lt;/strong&gt;  I really love how the other-language-speaking codes can change the look and feel of a blog, but they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; are a foreign language.  It can become so exhausting trying to figure out how a really great blogger did that to their post. However, I have begun teaching myself the basics and hopefully, will learn many more along the way.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Whether you want it to or not &lt;strong&gt;Life Happens.&lt;/strong&gt;  There are so many days when I have good intentions of putting up a little post, but before I know it, it's time for bed.  I just have one question for all bloggers...How do you do it?... ALL? And still put dinner on the table?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, show me the way, master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-3309864430993761188?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3309864430993761188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=3309864430993761188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/3309864430993761188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/3309864430993761188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-things-i-have-learned-about-blogging.html' title='10 things I have learned about blogging'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sx1aAn_Vj6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hIpY3-cukOs/s72-c/il_430xN_107970089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-4611137086704092212</id><published>2009-11-23T11:13:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:40:32.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>What's my style?</title><content type='html'>I love taking quizzes in hopes of learning something about myself, whether it be about personality, compatibility, or as is this case, design style. I think that a person can never know too much about themselves and what makes them tick. Anyhoo, I found this quiz from Homegoods via Young House Love and went for it. I had taken the Ethan Allen quiz a while back and while it was totally off, this one hit the nail on the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumroll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrE3NRscpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Pxg-lwKqWb0/s1600/Picture1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrE3NRscpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Pxg-lwKqWb0/s400/Picture1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407350755347427986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not so sure if I would classify myself as "country," I wasn't really surprised about the "eclectic." My house is definitely hodge podge, with all types of elements, including a few country bits thrown in. So, maybe I am little bit country...who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrIj4kvuZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bbYcjyj1USE/s1600/Picture2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrIj4kvuZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bbYcjyj1USE/s400/Picture2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407354821419186578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely say that one of my biggest problems is unifying a space. For some reason or another, I seem to get everyone's hand-me-downs. While I love getting something that has a story (i.e. free), I don't always have a place in my home for it, and most often, I spend my time moving it from one room to another, instead of getting rid of it altogether. That is how I think my back bedroom got in its current state of loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrJGWYM05I/AAAAAAAAAKM/lsTN9l0fJpo/s1600/Picture4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrJGWYM05I/AAAAAAAAAKM/lsTN9l0fJpo/s400/Picture4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407355413535183762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house sometimes feels like a revolving door, not how I intended for it to be, but none-the-less, we often have dropper-byers. While sometimes it can be daunting, I try not to stress about it because most often the unexpected can end up being the most fun. While reading these tips, I realized that I already have most of them in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT stand harsh over-head lighting. It really makes every line, zit, cowlick, or unplucked eyebrow stand out, not to mention making my lovely, ivory hued skin look like I died three deaths. So, I have always been a huge fan of mood-lighting, much to my husband's dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also always try to have a candle burning in our home, usually in our kitchen. It just evokes a warm, happy home to me, and I hope that others feel the same way. One of the best compliments I ever received was a few weeks ago, when a friend came over and said that our house still smelled the same. I asked her what she meant and she said that it smelled like a home, our home. Lovely, I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the next two tips, I only recently started keeping items on hand, and it really has helped out when people unexpectedly stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I thought it was interesting and felt like it really described me and my home's aesthetic, which is summed up in this print that I ordered a while ago from etsy. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33983595"&gt;here:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrRLWswKpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CzJMa743HAg/s1600/il_430xN_100717789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrRLWswKpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CzJMa743HAg/s400/il_430xN_100717789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407364295613754002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-4611137086704092212?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4611137086704092212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=4611137086704092212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/4611137086704092212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/4611137086704092212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-my-style.html' title='What&apos;s my style?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwrE3NRscpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Pxg-lwKqWb0/s72-c/Picture1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-6833679757120395018</id><published>2009-11-18T11:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:54:48.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craigslist'/><title type='text'>The Desk Chronicles</title><content type='html'>WHY is it that anytime you are looking for something you can never seem to find it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I went on a mission looking for a desk for our spare room.  I searched high and low and could never find anything on Craigslist, at antique or consignment stores, or even online retailers.  I finally found one that I liked at Pier 1 marked down to $200 from $270.  I still thought that was a little high for what I wanted to spend, but I broke down and bought it anyway, mainly because I was so sick of looking.  Fast forward to now, and I realize that the desk is entirely too big for the room and specifically for the space that I want to put it in.  Lesson learned: I should have trusted my gut instinct and waited for what I really wanted, which was a small writing desk that I could refinish myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's back to the drawing board, and this time I do not want to spend over $100.  I went back to my #1 source, Craigslist, and of course, they did not have anything in my area.  However, I did find some in other cities and states.  Too bad, I don't live close enough to any of them to make the drive worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Birmingham for $50, including chair (which I think is a steal!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQuL5_0_8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cwtM9J4J9VY/s1600/craigslist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQuL5_0_8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cwtM9J4J9VY/s400/craigslist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405496234833412034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one in Chattanooga for $60 (I would not use the corner piece):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQv5lblvTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tvOnw9JfFzg/s1600/craigslist1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQv5lblvTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tvOnw9JfFzg/s400/craigslist1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405498119098318130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one in Atlanta for $79:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ9kSqVa-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xkY2IbvmNI8/s1600/craigslist3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ9kSqVa-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xkY2IbvmNI8/s400/craigslist3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405513146445425634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this one in Nashville for $70:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ-DUH0F5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/XOqR-DhnTWQ/s1600/craigslist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ-DUH0F5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/XOqR-DhnTWQ/s400/craigslist2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405513679413450642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally this one in Savannah for $60:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwRANRhN-mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KcuiWGprsnk/s1600/craigslistsavannah60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwRANRhN-mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KcuiWGprsnk/s400/craigslistsavannah60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405516049536645730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess I will just have to keep on keepin' on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-6833679757120395018?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6833679757120395018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=6833679757120395018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/6833679757120395018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/6833679757120395018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/desk-chronicles.html' title='The Desk Chronicles'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQuL5_0_8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cwtM9J4J9VY/s72-c/craigslist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-8391318237683763622</id><published>2009-11-14T00:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:10:23.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear fellow office building peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I look like crap 94.7% of the time, but this in no way entitles you to snicker, sneer, close the elevator door when I am inches away from it, or stare at me disapprovingly when I am in the elevator surrounded by 360 degrees of potentially cracking mirrors.  Believe me, it is at times like these when I wish that I could be a wallflower, so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please!DON'TdrawanymoreattentiontomethatIhavenotalreadydrawntomyself&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Our office is a casual environment, one that doesn't care if we just rolled out of bed and came with mattress-tousled locks, furry-sweater-wearing teeth, wrinkled clothes, and dressed in our finest slippers (not that I have ever done that).  I am sorry that you work for the federal government or that hordy-tordy lawfirm where you have to wear skirts, closed-toe shoes, airway-constricting turtlenecks, and support hose, but really, people, give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of that I am listing my "Top 10 reasons I look like dog poo:"&lt;br /&gt;1. Speaking of dog poo, my dog ate my really cute outfit that I had set out the night before. &lt;a href="http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/10/tickled-pink.html"&gt;She's&lt;/a&gt; a ferocious one!&lt;br /&gt;b. I am currently in between sizes due to the exhorborant amount of weight that I have lost in the past month. &lt;br /&gt;3. I haven't switched out my summer clothes with my fall ones that are housed in storage, and I only have sweats in my near vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;4. My skinny jeans no longer make me feel skinny, what with that pesky muffin top bulging out.&lt;br /&gt;c. Mr. Cranky-Pants threw all grooming appliances away for fear he would come home to a scorched house because I continuously forgot to unplug the curling iron.&lt;br /&gt;6. That third bottle of wine I had the night before did me in, and I passed out while setting the alarm, only to wake up 10 minutes before I was supposed to be at work.&lt;br /&gt;7. I spent the night lying awake, wondering why Mr. Darcy hasn't told Lizzie his true feelings for me, hence, the dark, droopy bags under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;g. Casper called and he wants his white pasty skin back. Unfortunately, it's stuck like glue, and therefore, I cannot wear anything but the above mentioned sweats in an effort to hide my shame.&lt;br /&gt;h. The stores in my area do not carry a size 000.&lt;br /&gt;10. For some unknown reason, I am unable to put together a cohesive, stylish, form-fitting, figure-flattering, cost-conscious, non-denim outfit and have my makeup airbrushed, unibrow plucked, and hair trimmed, curled, and styled by the time 8:00 a.m. rolls around. Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel the need to slip an &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;id=GIFTCAR"&gt;Anthro&lt;/a&gt; giftcard under the office Christmas tree with my name on it, I will be much obliged to buy any of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS7RwtWUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_9LaFAnRl2c/s1600-h/944025_023_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS7RwtWUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_9LaFAnRl2c/s400/944025_023_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932987550325058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS6zFj8-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/GPYOSjeaKuI/s1600-h/944250_030_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS6zFj8-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/GPYOSjeaKuI/s400/944250_030_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932979316290530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS6ejc1EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/T-OOOXjhsgE/s1600-h/940076_060_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS6ejc1EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/T-OOOXjhsgE/s400/940076_060_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932973804508226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS6I0J3gI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uwzhDENbibg/s1600-h/anthro1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS6I0J3gI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uwzhDENbibg/s400/anthro1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932967968988674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS5g1VOwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FTg2-uTZyx4/s1600-h/910228_030_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS5g1VOwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FTg2-uTZyx4/s576/910228_030_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932957236509442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I have not lost exhorborant amounts of weight, nor do I an any way, shape, or form wear I size 000, except maybe on my pinkie. I do, however, have a muffin top.  Just sayin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-8391318237683763622?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8391318237683763622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=8391318237683763622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8391318237683763622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8391318237683763622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsS7RwtWUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_9LaFAnRl2c/s72-c/944025_023_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-7436756885313411821</id><published>2009-11-13T10:35:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:46:50.626-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite "etsy" things</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a homemade Christmas around here what with our budget being slim to none since my husband's layoff.  I have been perusing Etsy for ideas, and found many items that I would love to be on the giving or receiving end of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2_dYB0jGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5zyib7cuxhg/s1600-h/il_430xN_101115966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2_dYB0jGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5zyib7cuxhg/s400/il_430xN_101115966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403685639301663842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34100773"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a good monogram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2-0ss1IqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nQRTp9TK21o/s1600-h/il_430xN_101922339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2-0ss1IqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nQRTp9TK21o/s400/il_430xN_101922339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403684940476129954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34340930&amp;ref=fp_feat_10"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that these are soaps?  So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2P41Ew_xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OoFAoHK5Gm8/s1600-h/il_430xN_77509413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403633334396976914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2P41Ew_xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OoFAoHK5Gm8/s400/il_430xN_77509413.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 281px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31799751"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me being the daydreamer that I am, I would not have a problem coming up with a few things to list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2OfdIxmvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VcCV3O4LvfM/s1600-h/il_430xN_93367895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403631798962985714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2OfdIxmvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VcCV3O4LvfM/s400/il_430xN_93367895.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31799751"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This has been in my Favorites for awhile.  I just think it's cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2NKAad34I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Rveksj9u_H0/s1600-h/il_430xN_101702579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630330963681154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2NKAad34I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Rveksj9u_H0/s400/il_430xN_101702579.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 324px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2NQUff8lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2H8Epv6x_wE/s1600-h/il_430xN_101702581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630439432712786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2NQUff8lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2H8Epv6x_wE/s400/il_430xN_101702581.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34275963"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would love to "get lost" any day of the week with the hubs and a nice bottle of wine, especially if trees, snow, and some nature were involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2Ny8c75RI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QFiqwc6rDnA/s1600-h/il_430xN_101445998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403631034274931986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2Ny8c75RI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QFiqwc6rDnA/s400/il_430xN_101445998.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=21435242"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a great pair of slippers, especially when they're as cute as these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2MebbwPuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qgGSGB2BO4g/s1600-h/il_430xN_101048567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629582302592738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2MebbwPuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qgGSGB2BO4g/s400/il_430xN_101048567.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 301px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34080685"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You could wrap me up in this any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2Lt8IE0II/AAAAAAAAAGg/bv62EwF4NKU/s1600-h/il_430xN_102023467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403628749264834690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2Lt8IE0II/AAAAAAAAAGg/bv62EwF4NKU/s400/il_430xN_102023467.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34370761"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh Darcy!  A good Jane Austen quote and hot cup o' joe.  What more could I possibly want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2K08SUfRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uXwgEgYykfg/s1600-h/il_430xN_99516302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403627770055261458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2K08SUfRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uXwgEgYykfg/s400/il_430xN_99516302.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 341px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33628421"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hats; I wish everyone, including me, would wear more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sums up my wishlist for today!  Now, back to that daydream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-7436756885313411821?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7436756885313411821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=7436756885313411821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/7436756885313411821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/7436756885313411821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-etsy.html' title='These are a few of my favorite &quot;etsy&quot; things'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sv2_dYB0jGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5zyib7cuxhg/s72-c/il_430xN_101115966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-3256842035059507935</id><published>2009-11-12T13:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:10:48.367-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeover'/><title type='text'>Gun cabinet redesign</title><content type='html'>We recently inherited an old gun cabinet that belonged to my hubby's grandparents.  My MIL was going to dispose of it, and never one to turn a free piece of furniture down (or a project for that matter), I offered to take it off her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a one similar to mine before I saved it from certain doom on its way to the junkyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvxStl10B9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/1P00_fuf1nY/s1600-h/!B,ltZdgB2k~%24(KGrHqIH-DIEqtC%2Bi7rVBKsJ8moJLQ~~_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvxStl10B9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/1P00_fuf1nY/s400/!B,ltZdgB2k~%24(KGrHqIH-DIEqtC%2Bi7rVBKsJ8moJLQ~~_35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403284596143163346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is converted to my version of a hall tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvxWW32w4NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZPHPWEcHNOg/s1600-h/100_083512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvxWW32w4NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZPHPWEcHNOg/s400/100_083512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403288603888509138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted it a flat black paint and distressed it with my handy-dandy palm sander.  Then, I went to Hobby Lobby and picked out some new hardware @ 50% off and added the glass knobs and hooks to side of cabinet.  I had some scrap burlap lying around from our wedding, so I simply stapled it to inside of the cabinet.  A few accessories and WHALAH!, instant hall tree!  Best of all, my MIL did not even recognize it when she visited!  Eventually, I would like to add a market bag to the hooks, but I love how it fits the space perfectly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted this to &lt;a href="http://www.missmustardseed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Mustard Seed's&lt;/a&gt; Furniture Feature Friday link Party and &lt;a href="http://asoftplace.net/2009/11/diy-day-with-whitney-caroline-designs/"&gt;Kimba's DIY Day&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks for looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-3256842035059507935?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3256842035059507935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=3256842035059507935&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/3256842035059507935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/3256842035059507935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-guns-plus-paintbrush-equal.html' title='Gun cabinet redesign'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvxStl10B9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/1P00_fuf1nY/s72-c/!B,ltZdgB2k~%24(KGrHqIH-DIEqtC%2Bi7rVBKsJ8moJLQ~~_35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-5441797607568678362</id><published>2009-11-11T14:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:55:14.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to prove that I am not a total hotmess when it comes to decorating my pad, I decided to post a couple of pictures of one of my favorite rooms in my home.  Here is the main guest room in our house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Svsn0DFdrXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4tr_HzKeyI0/s1600-h/100_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Svsn0DFdrXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4tr_HzKeyI0/s576/100_0857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402955953095945586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the vintage vanity and armoire since I was a little girl, and my mom had it custom painted when I was about 8.  To this day, the vanity is one of my favorite pieces.  I love that the mirror has lost a lot of its silvering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsrT_4Z2mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CWivgfdzjIw/s1600-h/100_08421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsrT_4Z2mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CWivgfdzjIw/s400/100_08421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402959800526559842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iron bed was my great-grandmother's, and I painted it a dark olive green spray paint and distressed it with gold craft paint. It took about 30 minutes and $8.00 worth of paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Svsr5U-h-uI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eHTev00sEjA/s1600-h/100_08441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Svsr5U-h-uI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eHTev00sEjA/s400/100_08441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402960441844562658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite paintings.  It is by a local artist who paints on salvaged pieces of architecture.  I think I paid like $40 for it, and I was drawn to it because it reminds me alot of the chapel that my mom and my stepdad got married in, followed by me and my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvstQ1IBrgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/So_c9EmWAp8/s1600-h/100_08511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvstQ1IBrgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/So_c9EmWAp8/s400/100_08511.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402961945122942466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsuGQ1uJhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KVWQu0M6Mfo/s1600-h/100_08591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvsuGQ1uJhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KVWQu0M6Mfo/s400/100_08591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402962863095424530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this area, I want to hang a collection of landscape paintings and drawings in different frames, but with the same color paint to add interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only room in my house that stays consistently clean, and I will frequently take a book in there and relax.  The room, just like every other one in my house was done on a cheap budget.  Added up, I spent around $450 for everything, including accessories!  Now, if I could only get motivated to tackle the other one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-5441797607568678362?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5441797607568678362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=5441797607568678362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5441797607568678362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5441797607568678362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-prove-that-i-am-not-total.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Svsn0DFdrXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4tr_HzKeyI0/s72-c/100_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-8239644879809783632</id><published>2009-11-06T14:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:54:50.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Q&apos;s'/><title type='text'>20 things you don't know and probably don't care to know about me.</title><content type='html'>1. This is my fourth attempt at starting a blog in as many years.&lt;br /&gt;2. This is my &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; time to make it past one post.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have just celebrated my two-year anniversary with my husband whom, for identification purposes only, we will call the Brawny Man. The NEW one, NOT the circa 1970's one. &lt;br /&gt;4. We have a &lt;strike&gt;child&lt;/strike&gt; dog named Mink, a shih tzu-brussels griffon mix, sometimes referred to as a "chiffon," but most commonly known as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chewie"&gt;Chewie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. I completely relate to the term "skinny fat."  I am 5'9 and look okay with clothes on, but catch me naked or in a bathing suit and it's dimple and back fat city.&lt;br /&gt;6. The money tree has been shedding her leaves since my husband got laid off two months ago.  In fact, she's almost nothing but branches. We try and stay optimistic and count our blessings, because at the end of the day, we have a roof over our head, food in our bellies, and a few coins in the piggy bank.  &lt;br /&gt;7. We have been trying to get pregnant for almost a year now.  I have Stage IV endometriosis and it is becoming more and more apparent that we will have to have medical intervention in order to have a biological child.&lt;br /&gt;8. Even if God gifts us a child, my heartstrings continually pull me towards adoption, specifically a China girl.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes I feel like an old soul from a completely different era trapped in a twenty-six-year-old's body (actually mine looks a little older, saggier,and mushier but we'll go with 26; refer to #5). &lt;br /&gt;10. I am a hopeless romantic, even though I would never admit it. (Oops, guess I just did!) I have watched Pride and Prejudice 4,268 times, but I normally just fast-forward to the good parts (i.e. Mr. Darcy).&lt;br /&gt;11. My husband proposed on a cruise ship @ the dinner table.  Guess he didn't get the memo about me being a silly romantic.&lt;br /&gt;12. I cried anyway.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have dark brown hair with red undertones, but have always wanted to be a true, vibrant red-head.  Maybe it has something to do with all those I Love Lucy episodes I watched as kid. &lt;br /&gt;14. I really, really, really want to be a skirt wearing, red-lipsticked, vintage jewelry encrusted, blunt-banged, sassy shoeaholic, but it is totally out of my comfort zone.  Instead I am a ponytailed, cotton-hoodied, &lt;strike&gt;ashy&lt;/strike&gt; unshaven legs hidden in non-designer jeans (gasp!), husband's socks-wearing (double-gasp!), hot mess of a girly-girl wannabee. &lt;br /&gt;15. I am extremely shy and probably border on having a social-anxiety disorder, but give me a few drinky-drinks, and I will karaoke until the sun goes down and comes back up again.&lt;br /&gt;16. I &lt;em&gt;CANNOT&lt;/em&gt; carry a tune.&lt;br /&gt;17. Everytime I hear the song "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves, I think of my mom putting on her Cover Girl eyeshadow and Love my Lips lipstick in hot pink while wearing Lee press-on-nails and dancing around the living room.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;18. I REPEAT, I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; carry a tune.&lt;br /&gt;19. When I was about eight years old, I rode my bike straight into the brick wall on the side of our house and cracked my head open.  Apparently, &lt;strike&gt;dad&lt;/strike&gt; Santa's elves did not put the brakes on correctly.  My family loves to repeatedly tell the story of my brother riding around in the back of the cop car looking for our next of kin because my parents weren't home.&lt;br /&gt;20. I spend 80-85% of my day daydreaming.  It is the way of the Pisces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-8239644879809783632?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8239644879809783632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=8239644879809783632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8239644879809783632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8239644879809783632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/20-things-you-dont-know-and-probably.html' title='20 things you don&apos;t know and probably don&apos;t care to know about me.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-8355079659512393864</id><published>2009-11-06T12:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:57:38.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my dirty little secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRq1jrAeEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FbXDxySxHl8/s1600-h/IMG_0001_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRq1jrAeEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FbXDxySxHl8/s400/IMG_0001_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401059321465305154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRrO3awFYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j3Yn9p3MJdA/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRrO3awFYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j3Yn9p3MJdA/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401059756262561154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bad pic from iphone. Just seeing it in photo form makes me finally realize how bad this room is. Hhhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the hot mess of a room that I have to work with.  It has basically become the final resting place for junk that needs to be chunked, unfinished projects, and locker and storage room all in one.  My hope is for it to be an office that doubles as a second guest bedroom when need be.  Eventually (fingers-double-crossed), it will become the nursery.  It is a small room (12x12, I think), and I would love to take the closet doors off and put a small desk in there.  I want it to be soft and cozy for my guests, much like the inspiration bedroom pictures that I posted yesterday, but still functional for me. Below are some of the office spaces that I have my eyes on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvsz9gV-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/gpNGeZO9hZ8/s1600-h/CLX0308MARYLAND08-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvsz9gV-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/gpNGeZO9hZ8/s400/CLX0308MARYLAND08-de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064668777175010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvskBftyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QvbcQ6B7Z-4/s1600-h/ss_DSH500428bhg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvskBftyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QvbcQ6B7Z-4/s400/ss_DSH500428bhg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064664498943778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvsaWZv_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/00cjmD2T2Is/s1600-h/ss_BHG138880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvsaWZv_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/00cjmD2T2Is/s576/ss_BHG138880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064661902278642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvsV8tQoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dHz8lzbW480/s1600-h/ss_100163218bhg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRvsV8tQoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dHz8lzbW480/s576/ss_100163218bhg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064660720763522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~1st image country living?~&lt;br /&gt;~all others BHG~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-8355079659512393864?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8355079659512393864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=8355079659512393864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8355079659512393864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8355079659512393864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dirty-little-secret.html' title='my dirty little secret...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvRq1jrAeEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FbXDxySxHl8/s72-c/IMG_0001_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-4005423309663948656</id><published>2009-11-05T14:26:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:16:18.853-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>My name is Heather and I have a problem.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a bit of a conundrum that involves a dirty little secret that has been plaguing me for, oh let's see, almost two years. YIKES!! Talk about PROCRASTINATION! How did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in order for me to air my dirty laundry, I need to come up with a solution first. Here are some possibilities that might give you a hint as to what is ailing me and &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; an idea of how I am going to fix it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love EVERYTHING about this room! The easy breezy styling with touches of soft color and texture, the iron bed, and the chest as a side table. Oh! the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM2WsdencI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xug8QpV1_sk/s1600-h/7a73d71e-8050-4c7c-8513-75c1e5551944_493x693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM2WsdencI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xug8QpV1_sk/s400/7a73d71e-8050-4c7c-8513-75c1e5551944_493x693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400720141667179970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~country living~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for this one. I love the length of the dust ruffle and the soft yellows against the distressed grey paneling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM3NBy9ECI/AAAAAAAAACw/i0a7UxJxNw8/s1600-h/bedroom24-de.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM3NBy9ECI/AAAAAAAAACw/i0a7UxJxNw8/s400/bedroom24-de.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400721075107336226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~country living~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that this is one of my favorites that I have found. I absolutely love how it is a fresh mix of old and new, subtle and bold.  However, I am afraid it might come off a tad too girly for the hubby, what with it drowning in pink and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM6zy1XRSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wuZU2-xaNQw/s1600-h/Pink-red-bedroom-GLT0505-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM6zy1XRSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wuZU2-xaNQw/s400/Pink-red-bedroom-GLT0505-de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400725039640692002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~country living~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more that I am swooning over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jy48gKI/AAAAAAAAADg/1HO84OXa044/s1600-h/Colorful-Child-Bedroom-HTOURS0706-de-67541512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jy48gKI/AAAAAAAAADg/1HO84OXa044/s400/Colorful-Child-Bedroom-HTOURS0706-de-67541512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400726963801063586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jwJAN7I/AAAAAAAAADY/i_HhHC2-N0E/s1600-h/farmhouse-bedroom-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jwJAN7I/AAAAAAAAADY/i_HhHC2-N0E/s400/farmhouse-bedroom-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400726963063109554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jYWPjII/AAAAAAAAADQ/HJ9OXKfMx3Q/s1600-h/bedroom33-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jYWPjII/AAAAAAAAADQ/HJ9OXKfMx3Q/s400/bedroom33-de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400726956676189314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jJiSk_I/AAAAAAAAADI/YUzh7h8UcRE/s1600-h/bedroom7-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8jJiSk_I/AAAAAAAAADI/YUzh7h8UcRE/s400/bedroom7-de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400726952700187634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8i9OE0ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/R418ztpKVI0/s1600-h/b4292a76-c5c6-4a22-9fc6-44f06127ab56_493x693bhg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM8i9OE0ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/R418ztpKVI0/s400/b4292a76-c5c6-4a22-9fc6-44f06127ab56_493x693bhg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400726949394174354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~all images BHG or country living~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all involve common themes of playing with color and fun vintage pieces mixed with newer items. Country eclectic and antique chic! We shall see if this is inspiration enough to whip my &lt;strike&gt;rapidly expanding&lt;/strike&gt; butt into shape.&lt;br /&gt;Send reinforcements!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-4005423309663948656?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4005423309663948656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=4005423309663948656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/4005423309663948656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/4005423309663948656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-problem-man.html' title='My name is Heather and I have a problem.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SvM2WsdencI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xug8QpV1_sk/s72-c/7a73d71e-8050-4c7c-8513-75c1e5551944_493x693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-5601346181279391151</id><published>2009-10-30T09:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:38:37.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sur5vVlQmQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HTL4HvgtJv4/s1600-h/hallow_Page_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sur5vVlQmQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HTL4HvgtJv4/s640/hallow_Page_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398401694999550210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle breeze rustling the dry cornstalks. &lt;br /&gt;A sound is heard, a goblin walks.&lt;br /&gt;A harvest moon suffers a black cat's cry. &lt;br /&gt;Oh' do the witches fly!&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire catches a pumpkins gleem.&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, it's Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Richard Anderson ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-5601346181279391151?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5601346181279391151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=5601346181279391151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5601346181279391151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/5601346181279391151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sur5vVlQmQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HTL4HvgtJv4/s72-c/hallow_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566288208608240989.post-8546814136132783601</id><published>2009-10-29T09:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:05:26.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mink'/><title type='text'>Tickled Pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sumkr6jFIJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQB1A6FBog4/s1600-h/DSCN003511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 576px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sumkr6jFIJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQB1A6FBog4/s400/DSCN003511.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398026702737973394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite blogs is Pioneer Woman, one shared by many across blogland. I love everything about her; her wit, her &lt;strike&gt;drowning in butter and oh-so-fattening it's sinful&lt;/strike&gt; yummy but easy-to-follow recipes, and of course, her photography. She sometimes posts "assignments" for her readers to submit pictures, and on a whim, I posted one. While my photography skills leave much to be desired, I was in disbelief when I viewed her website this past Sunday, and low and behold, my &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/photography/2009/10/your-rounded-edges-take-2/"&gt;Mink&lt;/a&gt; was one of the ones selected! I was flabbergasted, bowled over, confounded, dumbfounded, perplexed....anyway, you get the idea. I was more than honored!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Mink was going to be a little celebrity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566288208608240989-8546814136132783601?l=procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8546814136132783601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566288208608240989&amp;postID=8546814136132783601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8546814136132783601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566288208608240989/posts/default/8546814136132783601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastinator-fascinator.blogspot.com/2009/10/tickled-pink.html' title='Tickled Pink!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15577262472659743065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/SwQ1oincg-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aTzbW8zZ60g/S220/hr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWjYiUwUxNk/Sumkr6jFIJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQB1A6FBog4/s72-c/DSCN003511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
