<?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-18744274</id><updated>2011-08-11T10:27:36.255-04:00</updated><category term='thrift wednesday'/><category term='shop'/><category term='is having'/><category term='food'/><title type='text'>so lucky</title><subtitle type='html'>in so many ways.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2158217260319229265</id><published>2010-06-17T21:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:46:13.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding hair!</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a while since I've posted here, but I just wanted to share some photos of wedding hair that I've been toying with, and see if anyone had feedback. Just think of these as more of an "inspiration board" than actual looks I'd like to copy exactly- since my hair is thick, wavy, and layered and I'm not blonde, tan, or Sienna Miller. My best friend Debbie will be helping me with hair and make-up, which is a giant relief because my hair listens to her. &lt;br /&gt;First off, I really like the idea of some braids: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrOVADrbfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_EZJYIdVBkQ/s1600/070907_miller2_400X400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrOVADrbfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_EZJYIdVBkQ/s400/070907_miller2_400X400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483922356465004018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrO1K7j4EI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fOcqcJfGWes/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrO1K7j4EI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fOcqcJfGWes/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483922909139558466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love a little a-symmetrical action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPCamtx6I/AAAAAAAAAv8/GVGvyETHG68/s1600/061008_hair2_sp08_400x400.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPCamtx6I/AAAAAAAAAv8/GVGvyETHG68/s400/061008_hair2_sp08_400x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483923136685393826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPJJOYi4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/D1MzdBySyME/s1600/022309_tomei_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPJJOYi4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/D1MzdBySyME/s400/022309_tomei_400x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483923252279020418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPPprnydI/AAAAAAAAAwM/uKXYCaDuuPk/s1600/011209_fisher_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPPprnydI/AAAAAAAAAwM/uKXYCaDuuPk/s400/011209_fisher_400x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483923364070803922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I like this simple, loose chignon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPfgA-oHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/86k1539J6uM/s1600/chignon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrPfgA-oHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/86k1539J6uM/s400/chignon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483923636353933426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can get wild and try to do all three! &lt;br /&gt;Tell what you think, girls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2158217260319229265?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2158217260319229265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2158217260319229265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2158217260319229265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2158217260319229265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-hair.html' title='wedding hair!'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/TBrOVADrbfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_EZJYIdVBkQ/s72-c/070907_miller2_400X400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6870395346668806002</id><published>2010-03-07T20:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:03:30.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond Girl Style</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm re-watching "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057076/"&gt;From Russia with Love&lt;/a&gt;," the first James Bond movie I ever watched. I remember it very well, because even though I was quite young, I was inspired by the style of the leading lady, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm3701446656/nm0000938"&gt;Tatiana Romanova&lt;/a&gt;- and even James Bond himself. Observe: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYh-mdPQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nNqhxKav88E/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYh-mdPQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nNqhxKav88E/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446075190160997634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In fact, I was/am so enamored of the young James Bond/Sean Connery, I totally refuse to acknowledge that he's the same person as that old guy mocked on Celebrity Wheel of Fortunes SNL parodies. &lt;br /&gt; Although I mostly watch old James Bond movies for the clothes, I also love the quirky gadgets from M., the sexy opening credits, the exotic locations, and the corny sexual innuendo. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite Bond girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RY2LGm6UI/AAAAAAAAAvI/-HtmEmH3MUI/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RY2LGm6UI/AAAAAAAAAvI/-HtmEmH3MUI/s400/36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446075537114458434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYyOqLu6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/A6vfvKo45OM/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYyOqLu6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/A6vfvKo45OM/s400/35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446075469349501858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYZLbfJMI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SGcZyhlYBg0/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYZLbfJMI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SGcZyhlYBg0/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446075038985823426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYTXgv_6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/sGhfpa04mM0/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYTXgv_6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/sGhfpa04mM0/s400/45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446074939149909922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6870395346668806002?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6870395346668806002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6870395346668806002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6870395346668806002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6870395346668806002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2010/03/bond-girl-style.html' title='Bond Girl Style'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S5RYh-mdPQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nNqhxKav88E/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2008936185970070886</id><published>2010-01-26T13:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:31:58.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take it easy</title><content type='html'>I recently quit my full time job in favor of a new type of lifestyle- one that involved much less stress and whining, etc...&lt;br /&gt;My first week off was a whirlwind, I had a plan for every day and was just as grateful for the weekend as I have been every week since I was 13 (and started my first job). &lt;br /&gt;This week is much calmer.&lt;br /&gt;I made cornbread for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I started a milkglass collection.&lt;br /&gt;And I made myself a workspace*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S19juRvjp3I/AAAAAAAAAug/jwayAQoI58w/s1600-h/photo(2).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/_dPMBJu3KinU/S19juRvjp3I/AAAAAAAAAug/jwayAQoI58w/s400/photo(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431169322320111474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rhythm I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my sister &lt;a href="http://www.duofiberworks.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; made me that sweet tissue paper garland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2008936185970070886?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2008936185970070886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2008936185970070886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2008936185970070886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2008936185970070886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-it-easy.html' title='take it easy'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S19juRvjp3I/AAAAAAAAAug/jwayAQoI58w/s72-c/photo(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7473331713856192930</id><published>2010-01-05T13:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:13:02.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>resolve</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm late, but resolutions can be made anytime, right?&lt;br /&gt;This year, in the midst of many changes, I'd really like to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Purge my apartment (amazing what 4 years of thrifting can do to a place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Use my sewing machine, and try sewing my own clothing (no excuse now that I have a dress form that is my size!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0OEP0U44uI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ehJbLMqOzW8/s1600-h/il_430xN.99045503.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0OEP0U44uI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ehJbLMqOzW8/s400/il_430xN.99045503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423323783563371234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these simple jumpers and pinafores from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/necessityisthemother"&gt;necessityisthemother&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is embarrassing and I don't think I'll actually do it, but: learn to swim. I'm super scared of deep water, not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Grow more of my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0OHFZRA51I/AAAAAAAAAuY/VRGg4fGGwwI/s1600-h/2825281278_3ced41ea89.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0OHFZRA51I/AAAAAAAAAuY/VRGg4fGGwwI/s400/2825281278_3ced41ea89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423326903035553618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to take better photos (mostly for my etsy store).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things I'd like to do but won't feel bad about not accomplishing: &lt;br /&gt;make homemade cheese, wine, or liquor. &lt;br /&gt;begin to learn another language.&lt;br /&gt;get my motorcycle license- because you need one to drive a vespa!&lt;br /&gt;learn to re-wire old appliances.&lt;br /&gt;write a book for my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I've seen a lot of cooking resolutions in the blogosphere, and I thought it'd be fun to keep track of some dishes I'd like to attempt as well. I am not terribly experienced with cooking meat, so I bought myself a meat thermometer and a pork tenderloin and that's where I'll start! &lt;br /&gt;Dishes to master in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Pork Tenderloin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inspiredtaste.net/recipes/steamed-mussels-in-a-white-wine-broth"&gt;Mussels&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Short Ribs&lt;br /&gt;London Broil&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Pasta&lt;br /&gt;Gnocchi&lt;br /&gt;Whole Roasted Chicken (I can't believe I never made this!)&lt;br /&gt;Italian Wedding Soup&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Calamari&lt;br /&gt;Savory Crepes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7473331713856192930?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7473331713856192930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7473331713856192930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7473331713856192930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7473331713856192930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolve.html' title='resolve'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0OEP0U44uI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ehJbLMqOzW8/s72-c/il_430xN.99045503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1394480299044904624</id><published>2010-01-04T00:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:02:21.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twentyten!</title><content type='html'>It is kind of late (for me) but I just wanted to do a quick post and crow about my amazing boyfriend, (actually fiance!) who gave me a &lt;a href="http://www.thethingstheydo.com/2009/12/31/make-plans/"&gt;stunning piece of jewelry&lt;/a&gt;, and a perfect dress form for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0F3R0bJfHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pLYZ0wB3LK8/s1600-h/bluestripe.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0F3R0bJfHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pLYZ0wB3LK8/s400/bluestripe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422746574344780914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is fond of the dress form as well. &lt;br /&gt;As excited as I am to start making plans for our wedding and our future, I'm also just really enjoying being engaged and spending time with Josh. We had a really great Christmas vacation and I constantly feel lucky (well, actually blessed) to be so happy and full of love. &lt;br /&gt;Sappy, Abigail! Haha. I guess I've always considered my blog a semi-public diary in a way (I don't have enough readers to feel inhibited!), and I know I'll enjoy re-reading this post in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1394480299044904624?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1394480299044904624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1394480299044904624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1394480299044904624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1394480299044904624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2010/01/twentyten.html' title='twentyten!'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/S0F3R0bJfHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pLYZ0wB3LK8/s72-c/bluestripe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2875025613240175672</id><published>2009-12-16T16:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:40:14.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped and ready</title><content type='html'>to go!&lt;br /&gt;I sold my first item since I re-launched my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5155717"&gt;etsy store&lt;/a&gt;, and here is it, all wrapped up for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SylTZ2u1boI/AAAAAAAAAuA/LwczwoGvy5M/s1600-h/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SylTZ2u1boI/AAAAAAAAAuA/LwczwoGvy5M/s320/present.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415951730543521410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to get back into the etsy business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2875025613240175672?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2875025613240175672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2875025613240175672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2875025613240175672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2875025613240175672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrapped-and-ready.html' title='wrapped and ready'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SylTZ2u1boI/AAAAAAAAAuA/LwczwoGvy5M/s72-c/present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5533735252791670894</id><published>2009-12-14T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:34:28.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mighty flattered</title><content type='html'>Even though she's probably mentioning something from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.mightygirl.net/mighty-life-list/"&gt;Mighty Life&lt;/a&gt;" lists, I'm still tickled that &lt;a href="http://www.mightygirl.net/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt; mentioned something from &lt;a href="http://mightygirl.com/2009/12/10/your-mighty-life-list-ideas/"&gt;mine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5533735252791670894?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5533735252791670894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5533735252791670894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5533735252791670894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5533735252791670894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/mighty-flattered.html' title='mighty flattered'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3005350222909397594</id><published>2009-12-07T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:13:02.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend bits</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite new bloggers, Kate Miss of &lt;a href="http://forme-foryou.com/"&gt;formeforyou&lt;/a&gt; always does a post titled "&lt;a href="http://forme-foryou.com/labels/bits%20of%20my%20weekend.html"&gt;Bits of My Weekend&lt;/a&gt;" on Monday morning and I love starting off my week with her beautiful, quiet photographs. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll ever have the dedication it requires to share every weekend with you, but I can certainly share a few things about this past one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I made a homemade meal for my parents, my boyfriend, and his mom. I made manicotti and made the manicotti "shells" (more like crepes) from scratch. I used &lt;a href="http://healthy-delicious.com/2009/10/spinach-cannelloni-with-chicken-sausage/"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt; for the shells, and the rest of the meal components (manicotti filling, marinara, and meatballs) came from the &lt;a href="http://ruggierosmarket.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=74"&gt;Roseto Cookbook&lt;/a&gt;. It was definitely worth the extra effort and I don't think I'll ever buy manicotti shells again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sx03DJwW0vI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AnfRoQIH0Yo/s1600-h/16376592_11_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sx03DJwW0vI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AnfRoQIH0Yo/s320/16376592_11_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412542854467080946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday I went to Urban Outfitters with my friend &lt;a href="http://www.simplethrifter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gwen&lt;/a&gt;, and came across a sweet little old lady pair of Rachel Comey shoes- marked down to $20! Totally saved the shopping experience for me, because otherwise I think I've severely outgrown that store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some Christmas shopping but, wow, I have a lot more to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3005350222909397594?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3005350222909397594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3005350222909397594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3005350222909397594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3005350222909397594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekend-bits.html' title='weekend bits'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sx03DJwW0vI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AnfRoQIH0Yo/s72-c/16376592_11_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7237987949275017887</id><published>2009-12-02T09:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:41:21.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>advent calendars</title><content type='html'>I know it's already two days in to December, but it's not too late to make your own advent calendar! I stayed up late last night making mine, based on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;listing_id=35291320"&gt;one I found on etsy&lt;/a&gt;. It took a really long time but I think it was totally worth it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SxZ9lBhyAmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nzZnw4jgjZY/s1600-h/IMG_0973.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SxZ9lBhyAmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nzZnw4jgjZY/s400/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410650077350986338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to leave the one I made at home and hang a printable advent calendar in my office- and look at the cute one I found from &lt;a href="http://mibostudio.co.uk/#"&gt;mibo&lt;/a&gt;!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SxZ_sGc_etI/AAAAAAAAAts/QcxOx2VwFdw/s1600-h/Front_back_Alt.4.1.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SxZ_sGc_etI/AAAAAAAAAts/QcxOx2VwFdw/s400/Front_back_Alt.4.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410652397955414738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like you can't download this, but there are email instructions &lt;a href="http://mibostudio.co.uk/#/free-advent-calendar/4537002233"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, Maggie Mason of &lt;a href="http://mightygirl.com/"&gt;MightyGirl&lt;/a&gt; is doing a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Maggie"&gt;twitter advent&lt;/a&gt;- (a Christmas-related twitter post) every day, and that girl gets around the internet, so I'm sure it's gonna be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7237987949275017887?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7237987949275017887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7237987949275017887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7237987949275017887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7237987949275017887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/advents-calendars.html' title='advent calendars'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SxZ9lBhyAmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nzZnw4jgjZY/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5050518061638681975</id><published>2009-11-28T12:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:44:59.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks.(giving)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is a little late, but I would like to write down everyone and everything I am thankful for, just for my own sake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, who is wise, proactive and positive. &lt;br /&gt;My mom, who is healthy, kind, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Katie, who is funny, talented, and smart.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Laura, who is artistic, thoughtful, and generous.&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law Michael, who is funny, creative, and kind.&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law Strider, who is supportive, caring, and handy.&lt;br /&gt;My brother Josh, who is smart, loyal, and fair.&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law Megan, who is motivated, kind, and thorough. &lt;br /&gt;My nephew Julian, who is helpful and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Eli, who is curious and practical.&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Avery, who is friendly and charming. &lt;br /&gt;My nephew Isaac, who is gentle and affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend Josh, who is loving, funny, and clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Gwen, who is supportive, stylish, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Michelle, who is friendly, fun, and easy-going.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Abby, who is strong, wise, and smart.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Denise, who is loyal, kind and creative.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Debbie, who is sweet, funny, and adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rabbit Jackson, who is nervous, soft, and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thankful for my sweet old apartment, my laptop, my beloved vintage clothing, furniture, and housewares, my job, my independence, and my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...Twitter, flickr, my google reader, tastespotting, etsy, thrift stores, dark chocolate, my new running pants with the secret ipod pocket, my beautiful birthday dresses, and my banana republic boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5050518061638681975?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5050518061638681975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5050518061638681975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5050518061638681975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5050518061638681975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanks.(giving)'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6752639327984688112</id><published>2009-09-01T13:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:25:41.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some things</title><content type='html'>posting will be sporadic and light like it has been, till i figure out a direction for this blog and get a bit more free time. that being said, i relish looking back over old posts and finding out what i was thinking at that time, and what was going on in my life. this blog is 4(!) years old, and it's like looking at a yearbook to reread old posts, so i'll still add things occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some things i've read lately that i'm sharing and filing away, because they are so honest and complex and beautiful. i want to be able to write this honestly about my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/2009/08/04/labor-story-part-three"&gt;the labor story, part three&lt;/a&gt; by dooce.&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading dooce for years and believe this is one of the best things she's written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/08/when-we-fight.html"&gt;when we fight&lt;/a&gt; at girl's gone child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are best at planning trips: I have my eyes on the horizon, if not the stars, and she will worry about the bathtubs and the food." &lt;a href="http://craignova.com/blog/"&gt;Craig Nova&lt;/a&gt; on marriage, at &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;a cup of jo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6752639327984688112?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6752639327984688112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6752639327984688112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6752639327984688112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6752639327984688112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-things.html' title='some things'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1768498631726192958</id><published>2009-08-11T11:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:25:50.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little people</title><content type='html'>with all due respect to &lt;a href="http://www.thesmallobject.com/home.html"&gt;the small object&lt;/a&gt;, who does this really well, i had to try making my own clothespin people. i actually made a bunch of these in a high school art class and i think they were part of a fundraising auction. should have kept it up and started a cake topper business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SoGM2bwoYaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/3bVvw_MU6uk/s1600-h/littlepeople3.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SoGM2bwoYaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/3bVvw_MU6uk/s400/littlepeople3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368727097594896802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SoGMvijcdqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8V0obWdlSik/s1600-h/littlepeople1.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SoGMvijcdqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8V0obWdlSik/s400/littlepeople1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368726979159553698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SoGMm4msVMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iNaY0HoyJQo/s1600-h/littlepeople.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SoGMm4msVMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iNaY0HoyJQo/s400/littlepeople.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368726830459933890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the couples shown are my friend gwen and her soon-to-be husband andrew, i made them in case the other cake toppers i was working on didn't work out. then since i was at it, i went ahead and made me and josh as well. i got a little sloppy on our couple since it was rather late and i was working with 2 bandaged index fingers at that point (one due to an unfortunate mandoline slip and the other due to some overzealous snipping with fabric scissors). still, they were super fun to make and i kind of want to make everyone i know now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1768498631726192958?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1768498631726192958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1768498631726192958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1768498631726192958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1768498631726192958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-people.html' title='little people'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SoGM2bwoYaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/3bVvw_MU6uk/s72-c/littlepeople3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-753486110503156432</id><published>2009-07-07T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:35:01.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>très romantique</title><content type='html'>&lt;object 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/753486110503156432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/753486110503156432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/tres-romantique.html' title='très romantique'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1589378607735518613</id><published>2009-06-03T13:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:09:54.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem for you.</title><content type='html'>today is thrifting wednesday, the best day of the week. &lt;br /&gt;the perfect place to find new clothes both stylish and unique. &lt;br /&gt;it's fun to shop alone but if it's company you seek, call your buddy abby up cause she's a thrifting freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i ever stop writing poetry? it's so beautiful. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1589378607735518613?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1589378607735518613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1589378607735518613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1589378607735518613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1589378607735518613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-for-you.html' title='a poem for you.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5992571676680737466</id><published>2009-05-26T08:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:34:04.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sticky</title><content type='html'>Someone in Singapore is posting these &lt;a href="http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com"&gt;wise little sayings&lt;/a&gt; daily to random places around the city and letting people discover them. Since I will probably never happen upon one of these sweet notes, I might need to start a Bethlehem chapter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Shviv4H1FeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5QqybbvZCXY/s1600-h/overdeliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Shviv4H1FeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5QqybbvZCXY/s400/overdeliver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340111095324808674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ShvjNzNn2nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/kYTM43ikReg/s1600-h/killeneyroad.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/ShvjNzNn2nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/kYTM43ikReg/s400/killeneyroad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340111609403005554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;a cup of jo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on another side of the planet, though I'm not sure where, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcjohns/302125340/in/set-72157594384659839/"&gt;Marc Johns&lt;/a&gt; is making more post-it art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ShwLZit7c_I/AAAAAAAAArE/dtNZdS2kkWA/s1600-h/302125340_ea4cfe0a3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ShwLZit7c_I/AAAAAAAAArE/dtNZdS2kkWA/s400/302125340_ea4cfe0a3d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340155791598646258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5992571676680737466?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5992571676680737466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5992571676680737466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5992571676680737466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5992571676680737466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-we-forget.html' title='sticky'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Shviv4H1FeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5QqybbvZCXY/s72-c/overdeliver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3039941821933468635</id><published>2009-05-11T09:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:19:54.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Birds</title><content type='html'>Reediculously excited about this project right now, mostly because it's so far from completion. I'm making Ann Woods style birds for my friend Gwen's (see her adorable proposal &lt;a href="http://www.goodnplanty.com/good-n-planty/2008/10/23/the-fruit-of-love.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) wedding! &lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time with the shape and balancing...but here's my first attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SggyEuoMCoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KAMPjMo-99Q/s1600-h/groom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SggyEuoMCoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KAMPjMo-99Q/s400/groom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568815437810306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a humble start but I'll be back in my "studio" tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3039941821933468635?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3039941821933468635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3039941821933468635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3039941821933468635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3039941821933468635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-birds.html' title='Love Birds'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SggyEuoMCoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KAMPjMo-99Q/s72-c/groom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6769355624227401157</id><published>2009-04-28T13:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:38:16.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>terribly happy</title><content type='html'>Naomi from &lt;a href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-to-happiness.html"&gt;Rockstar Diaries&lt;/a&gt; just did a post on 10 things that make her terribly happy and I thought it would be nice to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sf9SIcm5RhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ch3JrDTVOQU/s1600-h/3n03m23o7ZZZZZZZZZ94m8c66e041d70b1248.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sf9SIcm5RhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ch3JrDTVOQU/s400/3n03m23o7ZZZZZZZZZ94m8c66e041d70b1248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332070788901717522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. my sunny bedroom and it's unstoppable ability to wake me up&lt;br /&gt;9. early morning cuddling with my bunny &lt;br /&gt;8. working in my garden barefoot&lt;br /&gt;7. afternoon yoga at work&lt;br /&gt;6. daydreaming about &lt;a href="http://www.gardendiner.blogspot.com/"&gt;diners&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://allentown.craigslist.org/mcy/1134343723.html"&gt;vespas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. wednesdays at salvation army&lt;br /&gt;4. breaking out the summer dresses&lt;br /&gt;3. nightly ritual of pouring a tiny glass of wine, thinly slicing parm cheese and enjoying them both while prepping dinner&lt;br /&gt;2. driving with my windows down&lt;br /&gt;1. church basement rummage sales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was fun, I feel lucky and grateful. Give it a shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6769355624227401157?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6769355624227401157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6769355624227401157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6769355624227401157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6769355624227401157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/04/terribly-happy.html' title='terribly happy'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sf9SIcm5RhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ch3JrDTVOQU/s72-c/3n03m23o7ZZZZZZZZZ94m8c66e041d70b1248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-4128412170063061930</id><published>2009-04-17T14:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:40:13.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking for one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SejK9yWjq1I/AAAAAAAAAps/fzVffZYPGJ4/s1600-h/foodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SejK9yWjq1I/AAAAAAAAAps/fzVffZYPGJ4/s400/foodie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729722202827602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty serious crush on everything &lt;a href="http://bitten.blogs.nytimes.com/author/mark-bittman/"&gt;Mark Bittman&lt;/a&gt; makes. I'd really love to sit around all weekend and read all of his books and then cook everything in them. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the &lt;a href="http://bitten.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/01/another-reason-to-love-chickpea-flour/"&gt;shrimp tortillita&lt;/a&gt; and broiled fennel. &lt;br /&gt;Definitely needed the green onions I used, kind of reminded me of the flavors of shumai or other asian shrimy dish. Pretty good but too much batter so a bit too thick.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm glad I at least cooked something...Nigella has this great chapter in "How to Eat" about still taking the the time to cook something if you're alone and I rarely do so, but I'm really glad when I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-4128412170063061930?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4128412170063061930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=4128412170063061930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4128412170063061930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4128412170063061930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/04/cooking-for-one.html' title='cooking for one'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SejK9yWjq1I/AAAAAAAAAps/fzVffZYPGJ4/s72-c/foodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2527191329665724481</id><published>2009-04-07T13:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:46:30.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>candy sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SduNublM8SI/AAAAAAAAApI/AmSJW_nhgY8/s1600-h/candy_sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SduNublM8SI/AAAAAAAAApI/AmSJW_nhgY8/s400/candy_sushi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322003213485666594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made candy sushi (basic recipe &lt;a href="http://theresalwaysthyme.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-fools-party_30.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) for my friends birthday last week and it was incredibly fun and fast to make and a pretty big hit as well. I was honestly kind of nervous about walking into a bar with a plate of kid food but everybody loved it, including the guest of honor. I didn't find exactly all the ingredients I was looking for, and I'd like to make it again sometime with more helpful ingredients like big swedish fish and orange-colored sugar for fish eggs. Also, the woman at the sushi bar wouldn't give me one of the faux bois plastic trays with plastic grass, which I think would have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;totally made&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing. So I had to improvise and use a take out tray and paper grass. Sometime it would be fun to go all the way like &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/janevieve/2120982931/in/photostream/"&gt;this crazy person&lt;/a&gt; and make marzipan wasabi and ginger and homemade marshmallow to look like "Tamago yaki."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SduQRhHUitI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G9BGgd8YAUI/s1600-h/2120982931_86588c5c46.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SduQRhHUitI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G9BGgd8YAUI/s400/2120982931_86588c5c46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322006015289625298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2527191329665724481?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2527191329665724481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2527191329665724481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2527191329665724481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2527191329665724481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-sushi.html' title='candy sushi'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SduNublM8SI/AAAAAAAAApI/AmSJW_nhgY8/s72-c/candy_sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6582845940734956820</id><published>2009-04-01T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:59:11.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>newest projects</title><content type='html'>I've been inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=14251196"&gt;this necklace&lt;/a&gt; on etsy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQT9u_gMdI/AAAAAAAAApA/XSiqFiWxH4A/s1600-h/il_430xN.55108914.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQT9u_gMdI/AAAAAAAAApA/XSiqFiWxH4A/s400/il_430xN.55108914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319899011138728402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally found a good way to recreate it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQS8rEXaJI/AAAAAAAAAow/wMW9v7T-jMQ/s1600-h/Photo+298.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQS8rEXaJI/AAAAAAAAAow/wMW9v7T-jMQ/s400/Photo+298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319897893393885330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQS5Xe8BSI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i_2fV4BaR60/s1600-h/Photo+294.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQS5Xe8BSI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i_2fV4BaR60/s400/Photo+294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319897836597019938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was looking for more information on the necklace above, I came across a similar idea-a braided scrap cotton necklace. The one I made is really fraying, to the point where it looks fuzzy and I'm not sure I like it. I'm still experimenting with how each fabric frays and whether or not I want to it use it in the braid. This necklace is definitely more time consuming and I'm not sure I'm necessarily pleased with the results. I still have to play with it some...&lt;br /&gt;The tutorial for this necklace is &lt;a href="http://mycakies.blogspot.com/2009/03/recycled-scraps.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQTBEzBaUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Qz0rviMfxkA/s1600-h/Photo+303.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQTBEzBaUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Qz0rviMfxkA/s400/Photo+303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319897969019939138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to be crafting again, but my house is once again trashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6582845940734956820?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6582845940734956820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6582845940734956820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6582845940734956820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6582845940734956820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/04/newest-projects.html' title='newest projects'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SdQT9u_gMdI/AAAAAAAAApA/XSiqFiWxH4A/s72-c/il_430xN.55108914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-692284175990321477</id><published>2009-03-24T12:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:11:06.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scherenschnitte...</title><content type='html'>I attempted this craft for the first time, to make a birthday present for a friend. I did more research than necessary, since I ended up using card stock and an x-acto knife, not scherenschnitte schcissors.  &lt;br /&gt;Things that didn't work for me:&lt;br /&gt;parchment paper&lt;br /&gt;tiny embroidery scissors&lt;br /&gt;taping the design to the paper&lt;br /&gt;textured card stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my third and final attempt yielded this, which I liked enough to give to my friend, but was probably too painstaking to ever do again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SckRp7LtdKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z8mWd9xBGFU/s1600-h/papercut.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SckRp7LtdKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z8mWd9xBGFU/s400/papercut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316800247046698146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='Scherenschnitte...'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SckRp7LtdKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z8mWd9xBGFU/s72-c/papercut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5310409244882141233</id><published>2009-03-20T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:56:07.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hypochondriyuck</title><content type='html'>the scene: borders parking lot&lt;br /&gt;me, rubbing the base of my neck. &lt;br /&gt;burke: stop touching your lumps!&lt;br /&gt;me: there's just so many little peas!&lt;br /&gt;burke: gross, i know. just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;me: i just don't know where all these cherries came from.&lt;br /&gt;burke: let's go inside. &lt;br /&gt;me: they're like bubble gum balls.&lt;br /&gt;burke: you're gonna do this all night, huh?&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm sorry, the golf balls on my neck are making it hard to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: &lt;br /&gt;post-dr. appointment, i've learned the aforementioned lumps are no cause for concern, merely some lymph nodes having a panic attack trying to get my attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5310409244882141233?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5310409244882141233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5310409244882141233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5310409244882141233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5310409244882141233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/03/hypochondriyuck.html' title='hypochondriyuck'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-956237811031577974</id><published>2009-03-18T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:53:30.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ScEGQDn-rmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZXPuxtM4Mew/s1600-h/spring_legs.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/ScEGQDn-rmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZXPuxtM4Mew/s400/spring_legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535908194561634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Stockings, &lt;br /&gt;We had a good thing going...we fit together like a glove. You helped me get through some cold days and I really tried my best not to hurt you. But now that spring is here, I just feel so...suffocated. I think I need to be alone for a while. You'll always be in my heart and underwear drawer. Maybe it will be an early autumn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your girl,&lt;br /&gt;abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-956237811031577974?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/956237811031577974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=956237811031577974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/956237811031577974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/956237811031577974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ScEGQDn-rmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZXPuxtM4Mew/s72-c/spring_legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5809992783180265052</id><published>2009-03-12T22:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:11:08.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SbnAFyruVeI/AAAAAAAAAng/lioPUazdgqI/s1600-h/DSCN4002.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SbnAFyruVeI/AAAAAAAAAng/lioPUazdgqI/s400/DSCN4002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312488441197254114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited about my new martha stewart markers, marked down from $35 to $8 due to 3 missing colors. I know I've been neglecting the blog since my core audience, my sisters, were visiting, rendering the blog somewhat redundant. But now they're home and I feel the need to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;connect&lt;/span&gt; again. Man I am a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And hi to April, my high school art teacher, who still keeps and touch and sent me a lovely note! Thanks, April!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5809992783180265052?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5809992783180265052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5809992783180265052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5809992783180265052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5809992783180265052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-rainbows.html' title='In Rainbows'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SbnAFyruVeI/AAAAAAAAAng/lioPUazdgqI/s72-c/DSCN4002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7709286564850652798</id><published>2009-03-04T10:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:55:06.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exxxtreme (everything)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sa6j3LPWICI/AAAAAAAAAnY/fABs--8yR-c/s1600-h/20090302165800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sa6j3LPWICI/AAAAAAAAAnY/fABs--8yR-c/s400/20090302165800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309361179021680674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this list both thrills me and breaks my heart entirely. &lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/408702"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7709286564850652798?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7709286564850652798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7709286564850652798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7709286564850652798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7709286564850652798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/03/exxxtreme-everything.html' title='exxxtreme (everything)'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/Sa6j3LPWICI/AAAAAAAAAnY/fABs--8yR-c/s72-c/20090302165800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7613354926427964926</id><published>2009-02-07T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:03:06.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDCvf-r33cA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDCvf-r33cA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7613354926427964926?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7613354926427964926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7613354926427964926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7613354926427964926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7613354926427964926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-morning.html' title='saturday morning'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-798469459182267338</id><published>2009-01-28T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:10:07.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crackle pop</title><content type='html'>Just found this gem on a tastespotting contributor's &lt;a href="http://www.bunrab.com/dailyfeed/2009January/dailyfeed_january-09_p4.html#012609"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pre-fab Rice Krispy treats piss me off. If you can’t make them; you don’t deserve them. Liquifying Campfire marshmallows into breakfast cereal is fun but buying them already factory fabricated is like paying for a sticky, puffed-rice hooker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know I was pissed off about manufactured rice krispy treats but he's definitely right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-798469459182267338?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/798469459182267338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=798469459182267338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/798469459182267338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/798469459182267338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/01/crackle-pop.html' title='crackle pop'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3163207668075973947</id><published>2009-01-28T11:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:56:39.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my love affair with the interwebs*.</title><content type='html'>let's see now, where am i on the web?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/home"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68967739@N00/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=507198508"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.goodnplanty.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myworld.ebay.com/apoulette"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5155717"&gt;this store&lt;/a&gt; on etsy&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6073477"&gt;this store&lt;/a&gt; on etsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/user_details?userid=Zb7L7AIsN0ctHQPKU_dPqA"&gt;yelp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/612493"&gt;goodreads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chictopia.com/abbergail"&gt;chictopia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you know, it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; time for me to get with the program and join &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/people/abbergail"&gt;plinky&lt;/a&gt;. i mean, thank goodness my name was still available! it's been up for nearly a week and i would hate to have to sign up at abbergail26 or something lame like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maybe i should do &lt;a href="http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-hundred-things.html"&gt;#15&lt;/a&gt; on my list of 100 things to do before i do this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3163207668075973947?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3163207668075973947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3163207668075973947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3163207668075973947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3163207668075973947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-love-affair-with-interwebs.html' title='my love affair with the interwebs*.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7143760847828888365</id><published>2009-01-22T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:27:11.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>h-a-n.</title><content type='html'>Growing up without t.v. and protective parents meant that I watched a whole lot of the few movies we had. Which was pretty much Anne of Green Gables and Star Wars. If you are a girl and you didn't grow up with Star Wars, you'll probably never care about it. Something about seeing it before you could make any sense of it made it pretty magical. Either way, you could probably still find this video pretty entertaining. And if you're like me and even grew up with a trademark S&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&amp;rls=en-us&amp;q=the+more+you+tighten+your+grip+tarkin&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8"&gt;tar Wars quote&lt;/a&gt;, then you'll probably watch it 5 times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2809991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2809991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user759504"&gt;Joe Nicolosi&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7143760847828888365?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7143760847828888365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7143760847828888365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7143760847828888365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7143760847828888365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-n.html' title='h-a-n.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6624924106350118664</id><published>2009-01-14T12:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:40:40.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two and a half stars</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday my mom, dad, brother and I went to casual country club for brunch. We were seated at the patio, filled with the noise of happy diners and clinking silverware. Soon after arriving, our waittress informed us that we missed the brunch hours and could only order from the lunch menu. We placed our orders and snacked on some bread that was brought to our table while we chatted and waited. The table behind us finished their meal and the patio quieted down a bit. Three waittresses returned to our table to refill our water glasses but none of them mentioned the status of our food. We talked for a bit longer and grumbled to each other about the slow service. Finally the last table of diners finished their food and left us alone in the dining room. The waittresses stopped coming at all and when I asked my brother for the time, we realized we had been waiting for 4 hours! I was apalled and angry and demanded to speak to the manager. I marched into the manager's office to find a demure woman with a gray haired bob reclining in her chair. I told her (as politely as possible) about our awful dining experience, and the four hour wait for food that never came. She barely reacted. I told her how I'd worked in food service for years and would never have let something like this happen to anyone. I told her I reviewed restaurants for a living (which was a lie, I was only referring to yelp) and she rolled her eyes. I was indignant. My voice became hard and with one last reproach I offered, "This day has been a nightmare!" Which is when I realized I was having a nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6624924106350118664?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6624924106350118664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6624924106350118664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6624924106350118664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6624924106350118664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-and-half-stars.html' title='two and a half stars'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-4851873318205150061</id><published>2009-01-12T23:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:41:13.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>j is for jackson</title><content type='html'>this seemingly rabbit related post is really about the teeny embroidery i just finished for this &lt;a href="http://www.sublimestitching.com/node/2567"&gt;micro monogram contest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to start and finish something in one night. (Although, it's not actually finished, now I have to make this little "j" into a tiny pillow!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWwa4ul8Y9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/AOZAoo7vGf8/s1600-h/tinyj.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWwa4ul8Y9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/AOZAoo7vGf8/s400/tinyj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290633224135664594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this blog turning into!? Baby animals! Little french girls! Tiny embroidery! aaah it's like there's cute vomit all over the place in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-4851873318205150061?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4851873318205150061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=4851873318205150061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4851873318205150061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4851873318205150061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/01/j-is-for-jackson.html' title='j is for jackson'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWwa4ul8Y9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/AOZAoo7vGf8/s72-c/tinyj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3437436894433903350</id><published>2009-01-12T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:05:50.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hai.</title><content type='html'>listen, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWvz6CvqZdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mXvclh_gOJU/s1600-h/Photo+82.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWvz6CvqZdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mXvclh_gOJU/s400/Photo+82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290590365771523538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know no one else will care about my tiny rodent as much as i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWvzspsJVaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yZDFKB0mfBc/s1600-h/Photo+67.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWvzspsJVaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yZDFKB0mfBc/s400/Photo+67.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290590135707588002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt that the world needed to know! about his ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWvz5kcm8qI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hvYLEE9ezCQ/s1600-h/Photo+78.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWvz5kcm8qI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hvYLEE9ezCQ/s400/Photo+78.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290590357638541986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt that jackson... he needed to learn about photobooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWv2v6djywI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OxRwN0Gqk8c/s1600-h/Photo+93.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWv2v6djywI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OxRwN0Gqk8c/s400/Photo+93.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290593490284301058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWv2viiFCzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/whwEPqsDx98/s1600-h/Photo+84.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWv2viiFCzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/whwEPqsDx98/s400/Photo+84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290593483860806450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWv2vhxma-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YctX-02vybc/s1600-h/Photo+83.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWv2vhxma-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YctX-02vybc/s400/Photo+83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290593483657472994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3437436894433903350?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3437436894433903350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3437436894433903350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3437436894433903350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3437436894433903350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-hai.html' title='oh hai.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWvz6CvqZdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mXvclh_gOJU/s72-c/Photo+82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7942315937880117389</id><published>2009-01-06T11:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:38:35.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies who lunch</title><content type='html'>My friend Michelle moved into a house about 100 feet from my office. What does that mean? Lots of lunch dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWOIOljRjlI/AAAAAAAAAko/Al2J0RW95lY/s1600-h/sushi_date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWOIOljRjlI/AAAAAAAAAko/Al2J0RW95lY/s400/sushi_date.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288220171642703442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only obstacle, besides the frivolous spending (I have GOT to read that &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=WAMEAAAACAAJ&amp;dq=Dave+Ramsey&amp;source=an&amp;hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;resnum=7&amp;ct=result"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;), is that there is almost always someone from work dining out too. So we keep the gossip hushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7942315937880117389?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7942315937880117389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7942315937880117389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7942315937880117389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7942315937880117389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2009/01/ladies-who-lunch.html' title='ladies who lunch'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SWOIOljRjlI/AAAAAAAAAko/Al2J0RW95lY/s72-c/sushi_date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3336844766314460664</id><published>2008-12-23T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:23:09.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>storytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2113477"&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user115775"&gt;Capucha&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some lovely story-telling from miniature-Amelie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3336844766314460664?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3336844766314460664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3336844766314460664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3336844766314460664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3336844766314460664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/storytime.html' title='storytime'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3391330564614852251</id><published>2008-12-22T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:59:57.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plans</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm doing on New Year's yet, but this is how I'm hoping it will go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SU-qjESi5YI/AAAAAAAAAcY/o9cqyNicNV0/s1600-h/fonduewww.shag.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SU-qjESi5YI/AAAAAAAAAcY/o9cqyNicNV0/s400/fonduewww.shag.com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282628407352550786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(image from &lt;a href="http://www.shag.com/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3391330564614852251?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3391330564614852251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3391330564614852251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3391330564614852251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3391330564614852251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans.html' title='plans'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SU-qjESi5YI/AAAAAAAAAcY/o9cqyNicNV0/s72-c/fonduewww.shag.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1900947013540740928</id><published>2008-12-16T17:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:20:09.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cold blooded quiller</title><content type='html'>Last night I played with the quilling set I bought at a thrift store and actually finished a project, which is kind of incredible for me.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ornament I made, direction's &lt;a href="http://www.reesedixon.com/2008/12/quilled-snowflake-ornament.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUgnk9mavII/AAAAAAAAAcI/bd1euJIcxh4/s1600-h/quill1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUgnk9mavII/AAAAAAAAAcI/bd1euJIcxh4/s400/quill1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280514079056379010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a freestyle fish ornament I made as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUgoE1-3d3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6IwMIyfW6H4/s1600-h/quill3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUgoE1-3d3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6IwMIyfW6H4/s400/quill3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280514626767255410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1900947013540740928?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1900947013540740928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1900947013540740928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1900947013540740928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1900947013540740928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-blooded-quiller.html' title='cold blooded quiller'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUgnk9mavII/AAAAAAAAAcI/bd1euJIcxh4/s72-c/quill1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2908611016447696972</id><published>2008-12-15T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:31:12.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's coming...</title><content type='html'>not Christmas, although I gotta get moving on that. I was talking about my new roommate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUa9wwUJGsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/N2HFUn8S-zw/s1600-h/overview-gallery3-20081014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUa9wwUJGsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/N2HFUn8S-zw/s400/overview-gallery3-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280116258439240386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2908611016447696972?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2908611016447696972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2908611016447696972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2908611016447696972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2908611016447696972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-coming.html' title='it&apos;s coming...'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUa9wwUJGsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/N2HFUn8S-zw/s72-c/overview-gallery3-20081014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5042169954177990265</id><published>2008-12-10T15:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:35:18.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swap</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I mailed off 10 ornaments for the swap I joined. The total was just over $10, which wasn't bad since I had to mail one ornament to England. So far I received 3 ornaments (today is the deadline for mailing) and it's been fun to get mail and know I've got more coming. So far this is my favorite ornament:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUAjGKkGWHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/A8QYsOdZUTQ/s1600-h/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUAjGKkGWHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/A8QYsOdZUTQ/s400/rabbit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278257352100173938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all my ornaments get to their owners safely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5042169954177990265?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5042169954177990265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5042169954177990265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5042169954177990265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5042169954177990265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/swap.html' title='swap'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SUAjGKkGWHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/A8QYsOdZUTQ/s72-c/rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1827775685042999649</id><published>2008-12-09T11:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:10:49.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jackson likes owls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ST6X6jqmMLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9kU_R4wcr2A/s1600-h/owls4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ST6X6jqmMLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9kU_R4wcr2A/s400/owls4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277822845586911410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't stop watching/listening to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="356"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videogum.com/v/UqVqoxpYGhi_4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videogum.com/v/UqVqoxpYGhi_4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="356"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1827775685042999649?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1827775685042999649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1827775685042999649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1827775685042999649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1827775685042999649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/jackson-likes-owls.html' title='jackson likes owls'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/ST6X6jqmMLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9kU_R4wcr2A/s72-c/owls4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2258065552099912343</id><published>2008-12-04T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:57:53.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finished projects</title><content type='html'>I made a bunch of these owls this weekend:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/STgSlzBwwaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kcwlG-TVeK0/s1600-h/owl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/STgSlzBwwaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kcwlG-TVeK0/s320/owl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987404026593698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the mushrooms and trees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/STgSyX8OU-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/57xgqZ00HcM/s1600-h/shrooms1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/STgSyX8OU-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/57xgqZ00HcM/s320/shrooms1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987620093907938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/STgS6kdZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/aUbjLAaX3Kk/s1600-h/tree4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/STgS6kdZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/aUbjLAaX3Kk/s320/tree4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987760893262834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got a bit more work done on some handmade Christmas presents. I'm pretty frustrated with the photos I took of all my recent craft projects, so even though I listed them in my &lt;a href="http://maplestreet.etsy.com"&gt;new etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;, I'll probably switch out the pictures soon- that is, if I'm ever home during daylight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2258065552099912343?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2258065552099912343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2258065552099912343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2258065552099912343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2258065552099912343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/finished-projects.html' title='finished projects'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/STgSlzBwwaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kcwlG-TVeK0/s72-c/owl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-138853537535366736</id><published>2008-11-21T11:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:48:33.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crafty</title><content type='html'>I was super excited about &lt;a href="http://www.swap-bot.com/swap/show/24124"&gt;the swap&lt;/a&gt; I joined for Christmas tree ornaments until I realized I had to make 10 of something. Oh. I made sequined mushrooms last year for a few people, but it took about, oh, 4 hours per ornament, so that's not happening. &lt;br /&gt;Instead, I formed mushrooms out of styrofoam, covered them with paper to make them less porous and more vintage-looking, and painted them with acrylic paint. Don't think these are anywhere done yet- the glitter bottle is calling my name. &lt;br /&gt;Will post finished projects (perhaps my first tutorial?) here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbk6kU2fBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8zwKgJSZYjw/s1600-h/shrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbk6kU2fBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8zwKgJSZYjw/s400/shrooms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271152108718423058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's another attempt at a cute ornament, but too time consuming for the swap: a bedazzled acorn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbmU4Vt_KI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MW8OLBQnFvw/s1600-h/acorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbmU4Vt_KI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MW8OLBQnFvw/s200/acorn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271153660278996130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about that one. Might need some tweaks. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I started making some fancy Christmas trees from cones and trimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbltlY9sFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cFxjfXiQ-Lk/s1600-h/trees.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/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbltlY9sFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cFxjfXiQ-Lk/s400/trees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271152985177436242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I got a giant bag of styrofoam shapes at a yard sale this summer? They've been burning a hole in my closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-138853537535366736?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/138853537535366736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=138853537535366736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/138853537535366736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/138853537535366736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/11/crafty.html' title='crafty'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbk6kU2fBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8zwKgJSZYjw/s72-c/shrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-991138894552698755</id><published>2008-11-21T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:36:41.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thrift trip.</title><content type='html'>Since thrifting is such a regular part of my life, even sort of factored into my monthly budget, I thought it would be cool to start sharing all the goods I find on my  blog. Maybe that will keep me from compulsively yelling the name of the thrift store and price of the item when someone compliments me. &lt;br /&gt;This trip was on monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbjHRoXv-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/N1vDZZaHYZw/s1600-h/thrifty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbjHRoXv-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/N1vDZZaHYZw/s400/thrifty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271150128015065058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome brand new leather slippers $1.91, vintage knit dress $1.91, sailor mirror! $3, jewelry chest $5, chunky fake gold chain $1.21, christmas trees $6.00, sweater vest $1.91. &lt;br /&gt;I was going to put the slippers on my etsy shop, but that is not happening since I am already wearing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-991138894552698755?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/991138894552698755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=991138894552698755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/991138894552698755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/991138894552698755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/11/thrift-trip.html' title='thrift trip.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SSbjHRoXv-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/N1vDZZaHYZw/s72-c/thrifty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7947240982946797995</id><published>2008-11-06T10:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:50:29.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two excerpts from books I enjoy that come to mind while visiting my mom in the hospital that make it a litte easier to be there.</title><content type='html'>An ambulance drove down the street between us and I imagined who it was carrying, and what had happened to him. Did he break his ankle attempting a hard trick on his skateboard? Or maybe he was dying from third degree burns on ninety percent of his body? Was there any chance that I knew him? Did anyone see the ambulance and wonder if it was me inside?&lt;br /&gt;What about a device that knew everyone you knew? So when an ambulance went down the street, a big sign on the roof could flash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DON'T WORRY! DON'T WORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if the sick person's device didn't detect the device of someonehe knew nearby. And if the device &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; detect the device of someone he knew, the  the ambulance could flash the name of the person in the ambulance, and either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOTHING MAJOR! IT'S NOTHING MAJOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if it was something major,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MAJOR! IT'S MAJOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could rate the people you knew by how much you loved them, so if the device of the person in the ambulance detected the device of the person he loved the most, or the person who loved him the most, and the person in the ambulance was really badly hurt, and might even die, the ambulance could flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU! GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that's nice to think about is someone who was the first person on lots of people's lists, so that when he was dying, and his ambulance went down the streets to the hospital, the whole time it would flash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU! GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second book is in my car. it will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update: Ok, so I returned the 2nd book to the library. Just read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heartbreaking-Work-Staggering-Genius/dp/0375725784"&gt;the whole thing&lt;/a&gt;, fo realz, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7947240982946797995?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7947240982946797995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7947240982946797995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7947240982946797995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7947240982946797995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-excerpts-from-books-i-enjoy-that.html' title='Two excerpts from books I enjoy that come to mind while visiting my mom in the hospital that make it a litte easier to be there.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-8324876206561800701</id><published>2008-10-28T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:27:14.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dear old love</title><content type='html'>I just found this &lt;a href="http://dearoldlove.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and omg, so addicted. After reading every single one I promptly wrote about 10 of my own, which is really, so refreshing. I plan to write at least one for every guy I've dated, starting at age 14. I think it will be a thrilling collection of cringe-worthy musings. The super awesome part is that I already submitted a couple, and one ended up on the site! &lt;a href="http://dearoldlove.tumblr.com/post/56689125/bff"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay there too long though, as Jared said, "with winter fast approaching I'm trying to focus more on websites with bright colors and preferably a daily joke."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8324876206561800701?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8324876206561800701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=8324876206561800701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8324876206561800701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8324876206561800701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-old-love.html' title='dear old love'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-343055421525319707</id><published>2008-10-21T11:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:38:32.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bentwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SP33cd-Z1xI/AAAAAAAAAak/wPwWij0AfHc/s1600-h/bentwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SP33cd-Z1xI/AAAAAAAAAak/wPwWij0AfHc/s400/bentwood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259632008293373714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the furniture set last night- it really was a steal, one couch, 2 chairs, 2 end tables and a coffee table for $100. And it's small so it really fits into my living room. I set it up but the living room transformation is just beginning... I've got big plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-343055421525319707?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/343055421525319707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=343055421525319707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/343055421525319707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/343055421525319707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/bentwood.html' title='bentwood'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SP33cd-Z1xI/AAAAAAAAAak/wPwWij0AfHc/s72-c/bentwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7298099211503765640</id><published>2008-10-17T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:49:56.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the snuggler</title><content type='html'>jax is much easier to photograph when he's sitting with me (which he does now! regularly!) so these photos aren't just a bunch of attempts at a cute facebook profile picture, but an actual effort to capture his tiny bunny-ness. omg i luff him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="580" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=72157608107448314&amp;names=the snuggler&amp;userName=abbergail&amp;userId=68967739@N00&amp;titles=on&amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=72157608107448314&amp;names=the snuggler&amp;userName=abbergail&amp;userId=68967739@N00&amp;titles=on&amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="500" height="580" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7298099211503765640?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7298099211503765640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7298099211503765640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7298099211503765640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7298099211503765640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/snuggler.html' title='the snuggler'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2866259788442901490</id><published>2008-10-15T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:12:04.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new couch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SPYyZqj_OrI/AAAAAAAAAac/vG45s58OOmk/s1600-h/1121241g8ZZZZZZZZZ8a7890f76f191c316a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SPYyZqj_OrI/AAAAAAAAAac/vG45s58OOmk/s400/1121241g8ZZZZZZZZZ8a7890f76f191c316a5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257445031504984754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any input on this furniture set? It's on craigslist and I'm thinking about getting it- it comes with all the cushions and 3 end tables, and I'd love to have a whole matching set. The drawbacks are: it would require some serious sewing time (and tons of fabric $$) and one friend in particular can't get past the "porch furniture" aesthetic of it. I personally like the stark skeleton since my living room is so small and generally couches look so heavy and overbearing. I think it fits my style nicely but I don't want to end up with a couch that looks so uncomfortable my guests won't sit down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2866259788442901490?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2866259788442901490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2866259788442901490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2866259788442901490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2866259788442901490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-couch.html' title='new couch?'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SPYyZqj_OrI/AAAAAAAAAac/vG45s58OOmk/s72-c/1121241g8ZZZZZZZZZ8a7890f76f191c316a5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-438749904005484720</id><published>2008-10-06T08:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:26:31.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the new guy</title><content type='html'>So this post is a response to the comment asking for pictures of my handsome male roommate, here he is!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SOoI3DaeWRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KLKfxydpNRY/s1600-h/jax1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SOoI3DaeWRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KLKfxydpNRY/s400/jax1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254021657183279378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SOoI6EndyuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Lm69sMQlCZM/s1600-h/jax2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SOoI6EndyuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Lm69sMQlCZM/s400/jax2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254021709045811938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SOoI85rJEjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MftoU3ZX24A/s1600-h/jax3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SOoI85rJEjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MftoU3ZX24A/s400/jax3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254021757648048690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this little guy last wednesday, after compiling a thorough pro/con list. &lt;br /&gt;So far the pros are beating the hell outta the cons.&lt;br /&gt;Jax is a curious bunny, but also pretty sure I'm going to kill him, or, brace yourself, pick him up (!) which is hellish and torture for him, and likewise, me. &lt;br /&gt;But overall, it's incredibly awesome to have a wild animal in my house, his excretions smell only of hay, and yesterday he made several brave attempts to sniff me, so we're making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks Denise, for the pictures! He might look big in the closeups, but you can see how tiny he really is in his cage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-438749904005484720?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/438749904005484720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=438749904005484720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/438749904005484720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/438749904005484720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-guy.html' title='the new guy'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SOoI3DaeWRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KLKfxydpNRY/s72-c/jax1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5559884272876700877</id><published>2008-09-30T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:40:40.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do it/duet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d4b6d2f5a467025" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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recording.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5559884272876700877?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d4b6d2f5a467025&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5559884272876700877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5559884272876700877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5559884272876700877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5559884272876700877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-itduet.html' title='do it/duet'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5906209723593437190</id><published>2008-09-17T16:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:24:08.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>octopasta</title><content type='html'>Last night after much wine and nonsense, my friend Jeremy and I discovered just how much the curly part of lasagna noodles look like octopus tentacles, prompting us to sculpt this little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SNFm4ku67CI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_YkcwMig6GA/s1600-h/octopasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SNFm4ku67CI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_YkcwMig6GA/s400/octopasta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247088162982521890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SNFnESPmBFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-X8-CS4XMgo/s1600-h/oct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SNFnESPmBFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-X8-CS4XMgo/s400/oct.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247088364177720402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of awesome for you to know about this, since there are always leftover lasagna noodles when you make a batch, and now you have something pretty amazing to do with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5906209723593437190?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5906209723593437190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5906209723593437190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5906209723593437190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5906209723593437190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/octopasta.html' title='octopasta'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SNFm4ku67CI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_YkcwMig6GA/s72-c/octopasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-750235842380140798</id><published>2008-09-09T10:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:52:47.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prepare for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK6Uuykuds8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK6Uuykuds8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...an enormous crush on billy crudup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-750235842380140798?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/750235842380140798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=750235842380140798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/750235842380140798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/750235842380140798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/prepare-for.html' title='prepare for...'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6167191737114715043</id><published>2008-09-04T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:47:50.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>birking up</title><content type='html'>I just ordered my first pair of Birkenstocks. Partly because I got a second job that requires me to stand for hours straight, and partly cause all the cool kids are doing it. Ok maybe not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the cool kids, but one in particular- I've been really inspired by the simplicity and aesthetic of Jenny Gordy's wardrobe. She designs and sews a beautiful line of clothing and blogs about her shop and inspiration &lt;a href="http://wikstenmade.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is Jenny in her birks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SL_0xFjshVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WNh5e-LhlMM/s1600-h/birks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SL_0xFjshVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WNh5e-LhlMM/s400/birks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177615425209682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are the ones I ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SL_03-tozZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XwdgQYx6uXE/s1600-h/14394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SL_03-tozZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XwdgQYx6uXE/s400/14394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177733846945170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6167191737114715043?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6167191737114715043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6167191737114715043' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6167191737114715043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6167191737114715043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/birking-up.html' title='birking up'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SL_0xFjshVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WNh5e-LhlMM/s72-c/birks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1890270564785968716</id><published>2008-08-21T14:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:47:15.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for...</title><content type='html'>So lately I've been really into the idea of getting a bird for a pet. Beyond interweb research, today I visited a bird shop to get a little more information. My idea of a pet bird is one that is lovely to look at, not too loud and low maintenance. Being able to hold it doesn't really matter to me. Actually, having a bird just hanging out with me kind of freaks me out. &lt;br /&gt;I am really drawn to this little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SK21DxSCU6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/U3eOuFCl7JE/s1600-h/ParisianFrillCanaryWBC_Ap13C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SK21DxSCU6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/U3eOuFCl7JE/s400/ParisianFrillCanaryWBC_Ap13C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237041018074977186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Parisian, or frilled, Canary. But then there's this: "Frilled canaries do tend to be a little more high strung and nervous than other canary breeds."&lt;br /&gt;The bird I would have picked if I'd bought one at the shop today would have been the parrotlet, also called a pocket parrot, as evidenced here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SK21pHGj-wI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9eedvVVE6ig/s1600-h/2702115010_444a0ec181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SK21pHGj-wI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9eedvVVE6ig/s400/2702115010_444a0ec181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237041659587590914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are supposedly low maintenance, like to be handled and only the males sing and they don't sing often. I would have to get a girl because they are so much cheaper ($70 compared to $270 for a male) and the girls are green. Which is ok, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I also liked the diamond dove:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SK23WgWT2jI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SpOQzUsVQCA/s1600-h/dove.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SK23WgWT2jI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SpOQzUsVQCA/s400/dove.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237043538970270258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cockatiels are bossy, lovebirds are ugly, and conures are too tropical looking.&lt;br /&gt;I think what I'm looking for is a dog-shaped bird that looks and behaves like a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1890270564785968716?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1890270564785968716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1890270564785968716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1890270564785968716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1890270564785968716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-yellow-bird-that-ive-been-waiting.html' title='You&apos;re the yellow bird that I&apos;ve been waiting for...'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SK21DxSCU6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/U3eOuFCl7JE/s72-c/ParisianFrillCanaryWBC_Ap13C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-4744601353275397596</id><published>2008-08-07T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:32:05.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gravy, as they say.</title><content type='html'>I made fresh tomato sauce with tomatoes from my garden for the first time ever last night. It was pretty good, but not as delicious as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjLW5_dGAM&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjLW5_dGAM&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-4744601353275397596?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4744601353275397596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=4744601353275397596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4744601353275397596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4744601353275397596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/gravy-as-they-say.html' title='gravy, as they say.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-4644858924045040743</id><published>2008-07-28T13:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:00:51.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>light up the night</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; Thai hot air balloon take flight last night, and I can only imagine what it must be like to experience hundreds of "sky lanterns" rising together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN7jhXlYEc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN7jhXlYEc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem simple to construct- I would love to make a ton of these and release them (you can buy them &lt;a href="http://www.skylanterns.net/index.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;- would be cool to get some really huge ones)...but I'm not sure how legal it would be do to so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'll be really sad if this becomes relegated to a 2008 wedding trend, so don't even think about it, brides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-4644858924045040743?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4644858924045040743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=4644858924045040743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4644858924045040743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4644858924045040743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-up-night.html' title='light up the night'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1496690364388865646</id><published>2008-07-24T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:00:48.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift wednesday'/><title type='text'>something so right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh8P0-7tyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nWzmxYeWU9k/s1600-h/dear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh8P0-7tyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nWzmxYeWU9k/s400/dear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226563978925946658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw each other from across the store, over racks of quilted comforters, shelves of puzzles and racks of mugs. When it's love, you know it right away. And you don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh82gHoCeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Y6plAEd6Mbc/s1600-h/dearcouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh82gHoCeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Y6plAEd6Mbc/s400/dearcouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226564643340159458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1496690364388865646?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1496690364388865646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1496690364388865646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1496690364388865646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1496690364388865646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-so-right.html' title='something so right.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh8P0-7tyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nWzmxYeWU9k/s72-c/dear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-8946061368979595847</id><published>2008-07-21T11:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:04:48.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh97KdPl2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/DJxei31QwjA/s1600-h/2689529158_46de3bd4f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh97KdPl2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/DJxei31QwjA/s400/2689529158_46de3bd4f1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226565822936225634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't come up with this, here's the tutorial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladyharvatine.com/2008/05/fabric-fortune-cookie-tutorial.html"&gt;www.ladyharvatine.com/2008/05/fabric-fortune-cookie-tutor...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8946061368979595847?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8946061368979595847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=8946061368979595847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8946061368979595847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8946061368979595847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/fortunate.html' title='fortunate'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SIh97KdPl2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/DJxei31QwjA/s72-c/2689529158_46de3bd4f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-4891252208926789899</id><published>2008-07-21T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:13:06.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scary hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SISZZdHIXTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NA5MC_jlwi4/s1600-h/2689225720_57f281faeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SISZZdHIXTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NA5MC_jlwi4/s400/2689225720_57f281faeb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225470130246933810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to appease my curiousity by spending the day at the Terry Hill water park in Breinigsville, PA. The rides were slow but slightly dangerous, the rope swing was more than I could handle and the mini golf will probably give me nightmare. Check out my photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68967739@N00/sets/72157606290997740/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-4891252208926789899?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4891252208926789899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=4891252208926789899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4891252208926789899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4891252208926789899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/scary-hill.html' title='scary hill'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SISZZdHIXTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NA5MC_jlwi4/s72-c/2689225720_57f281faeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5615903670487288107</id><published>2008-07-15T12:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:52:36.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaid Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHzUCQuuvbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/boA3GOTHF9c/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHzUCQuuvbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/boA3GOTHF9c/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223282803158728114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last saturday at Point Pleasant Beach with a couple friends and it was everything I'd hoped for: salty lips, airplanes with banner advertisements for plastic surgery ("Tummy Tuck!," "Liposuction!"), and leathery old ladies chatting nearby.&lt;br /&gt; The funniest part of the day turned out to be when I decided to make a mermaid/dolly parton from a lump of sand that looked like a head. I began forming more precise features- smoothing the apples of the cheeks, shaping the jawline, sculpting  a nose and applying lips and eyes. Jared brought over a huge clump of seaweed for hair- which naturally had to be huge 80's hair due to the nature of seaweed. This was when I decided to make the sand lady Dolly Parton and set to work gathering large mounds of sand to form the "bust". By this time a couple people had gathered around. A mom called for her daughter to come see. I actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;drew a crowd! &lt;/span&gt; Reverently, onlookers stook back and admired my progress. "Beautiful!," they exclaimed, "You have talent!".  Some asked me if I did this for a living. I kept my head down and finished the mermaid tail, simultaneously flattered and mortified. I snapped a few photos and returned to my beach towel...leaving Dolly on her way to a watery demise as the tide rolled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHzU9z335SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/axa-d7fsOk0/s1600-h/mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHzU9z335SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/axa-d7fsOk0/s200/mermaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223283826204599586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHzU-q_uvAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HTWVQoahI6w/s1600-h/mermaid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHzU-q_uvAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HTWVQoahI6w/s200/mermaid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223283841001503746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5615903670487288107?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5615903670487288107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5615903670487288107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5615903670487288107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5615903670487288107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/mermaid-tales.html' title='Mermaid Tales'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHzUCQuuvbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/boA3GOTHF9c/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5769687836391977095</id><published>2008-07-09T11:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:32:50.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>Did you know I have a store? I didn't tell you, did I? Apparently I didn't tell anyone. Well I do, and it's awesome and fully stocked and updated often, so &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5155717"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5155717"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHTgidI9tzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o9r9q1oXHOg/s1600-h/abbybanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHTgidI9tzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o9r9q1oXHOg/s400/abbybanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221044750571648818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHTg0qAjOBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/hSeO2jo4o0w/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHTg0qAjOBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/hSeO2jo4o0w/s200/bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221045063263664146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHThIYxQoaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rmh9VkCLR8A/s1600-h/flask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHThIYxQoaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rmh9VkCLR8A/s200/flask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221045402233512354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHThCFyK6bI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jGuZ-8R_lmM/s1600-h/tin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHThCFyK6bI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jGuZ-8R_lmM/s200/tin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221045294057843122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHThhJ--MkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SUKEIldFY7A/s1600-h/ashtray_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHThhJ--MkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SUKEIldFY7A/s200/ashtray_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221045827761222210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5769687836391977095?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5769687836391977095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5769687836391977095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5769687836391977095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5769687836391977095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SHTgidI9tzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o9r9q1oXHOg/s72-c/abbybanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-8636705004462391259</id><published>2008-07-09T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:57:38.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stream of consciousness, kind of bad idea.</title><content type='html'>worries I didn't even realize I had till now:&lt;br /&gt;-can't find the prescription from my eye dr, never bought eye drops.&lt;br /&gt;-lost card to get inside work building.&lt;br /&gt;-check engine light keeps blinking.&lt;br /&gt;-article due monday.&lt;br /&gt;-never saw the end of "the wizard of oz".&lt;br /&gt;-unpaid parking ticket in kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;-robots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8636705004462391259?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8636705004462391259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=8636705004462391259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8636705004462391259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8636705004462391259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/stream-of-consciousness-kind-of-bad.html' title='stream of consciousness, kind of bad idea.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1162540790356325221</id><published>2008-06-20T09:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:34:27.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>case clothed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFuueHPv-bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6ipDUS_0ZME/s1600-h/belt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFuueHPv-bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6ipDUS_0ZME/s200/belt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213952825975896498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFuuab_AVMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/StJIB35n3Zg/s1600-h/plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFuuab_AVMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/StJIB35n3Zg/s200/plaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213952762823333058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFuuSsYAyHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rypSA2Yz1H0/s1600-h/brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFuuSsYAyHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rypSA2Yz1H0/s200/brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213952629784234098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first week taking pictures of my clothes, almost every day, and uploading them to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/wardrobe_remix/pool/"&gt;wardrobe remix&lt;/a&gt; on flickr. I did this for a couple reasons: &lt;br /&gt;#1 Choosing an outfit is the number one reason I'm late anywhere. this is because- &lt;br /&gt;#2 I have mostly thrifted, vintage, difficult-to-wear pieces, that require a little more thought and effort so they don't look too dated or frumpy.&lt;br /&gt;#3 I have a ton of nice stuff that gets forgotten in one of the 3 clothing storage units in my room. &lt;br /&gt;So I figured keeping track of what I've worn with flickr will be helpful. Maybe my problem is unique, but I'm sharing it anyways cause I think this is a great solution.&lt;br /&gt;Also in my exciting and fulfilling new outfit hobby news, my friend Jared helped me install this awesome wall unit for hanging clothes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFutekr3EkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SikZn09gIfk/s1600-h/DSCN2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFutekr3EkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SikZn09gIfk/s320/DSCN2518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213951734366802498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is I'm probably not getting my security deposit back on this place.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. found a new fashion blog that perfectly replaced stylebytes: &lt;a href="http://theclothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Clothes Horse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1162540790356325221?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1162540790356325221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1162540790356325221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1162540790356325221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1162540790356325221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/case-clothed.html' title='case clothed.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SFuueHPv-bI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6ipDUS_0ZME/s72-c/belt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-494104060591549071</id><published>2008-06-17T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:21:45.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this beats the hell out of lolcats in my book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=ae02b4dd73&amp;amp;photo_id=2418995621"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=ae02b4dd73&amp;amp;photo_id=2418995621" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-494104060591549071?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/494104060591549071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=494104060591549071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/494104060591549071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/494104060591549071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-beats-hell-out-of-lolcats-in-my.html' title='this beats the hell out of lolcats in my book.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5533749369689135666</id><published>2008-06-11T08:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:15:23.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>enough to make you a fatist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SE_A-7e89aI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y3vwEtp10oE/s1600-h/PA1207_The-ladys-brunch-hurger_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SE_A-7e89aI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y3vwEtp10oE/s320/PA1207_The-ladys-brunch-hurger_e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595481242891682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula Deen's heart hurts.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_127127,00.html"&gt;Brunch burger with glazed doughnut buns&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the chunks of &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_37552,00.html"&gt;macaroni and cheese wrapped in bacon and deep fried&lt;/a&gt; was appalling but she really outdid herself with the brunch burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks, Jared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5533749369689135666?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5533749369689135666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5533749369689135666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5533749369689135666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5533749369689135666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/enough-to-make-you-fatist.html' title='enough to make you a fatist'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SE_A-7e89aI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y3vwEtp10oE/s72-c/PA1207_The-ladys-brunch-hurger_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2930461875178007745</id><published>2008-06-11T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:08:59.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Tuesday!*</title><content type='html'>*Except it's wednesday, and I'm making Pad Thai. &lt;br /&gt;recipes &lt;a href="http://www.maegabriel.com/riceandnoodles/index.php?showimage=80#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://chezpim.typepad.com/blogs/2007/01/pad_thai_for_be.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be following the 2nd recipe but the first has nicer pictures). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SE-_9xi1PrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eblbtUSoepQ/s1600-h/IMG_8234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SE-_9xi1PrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eblbtUSoepQ/s400/IMG_8234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210594361883311794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super picky about Pad Thai, and I have yet to perfect it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new techniques I'll be trying out tonight:&lt;br /&gt;Using tamarind paste and making authentic sauce. &lt;br /&gt;Making the sauce ahead of time and adding it to undercooked noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Making one portion at a time in the wok.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo for completing (partially. well...this is the second one) number 30 on &lt;a href="http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-hundred-things.html"&gt;my list&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2930461875178007745?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2930461875178007745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2930461875178007745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2930461875178007745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2930461875178007745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/taco-tuesday.html' title='Taco Tuesday!*'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SE-_9xi1PrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eblbtUSoepQ/s72-c/IMG_8234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-489811000134122479</id><published>2008-06-06T11:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:26:30.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rilo kiley</title><content type='html'>I have been scanning my "100 things to do before I die" list because I was sure "go see Rilo Kiley with one or two of my sisters" would have been on there. It's not, but it should have been. Katie and I hustled into Philly, squeezed to the front of the balcony and shimmied along as Jenny Lewis sang powerfully below (as evidenced by the shaky footage).&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40ed5228ad05d9f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40ed5228ad05d9f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2865E883A849EF476D37138A2562AC93F7E8D93.740963A3528D35CC13699B17FAC38E1021991D23%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40ed5228ad05d9f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNYdyZOBtYlaLVj82-au0t7srL0Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40ed5228ad05d9f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2865E883A849EF476D37138A2562AC93F7E8D93.740963A3528D35CC13699B17FAC38E1021991D23%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40ed5228ad05d9f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNYdyZOBtYlaLVj82-au0t7srL0Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-489811000134122479?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=40ed5228ad05d9f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/489811000134122479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=489811000134122479' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/489811000134122479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/489811000134122479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/rilo-kiley.html' title='rilo kiley'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3403959529190166683</id><published>2008-06-03T09:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:24:04.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. stylebytes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SEVMjK0NcQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/djZaw5P4sdE/s1600-h/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SEVMjK0NcQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/djZaw5P4sdE/s400/122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652711206318338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the fashion blog stylebytes, by Agathe of Norway for over 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't exactly my style, (often she would get obsessed with super ugly thrift pieces and go off on a stonewashed jean/80's puffed and pleated dress/turban tangent...) I loved how she mixed old with new (she bought tons of h&amp;m), repeated key pieces, and played with accessories like jewelry and scarves. I think she had fun creating "characters" and finding new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of April she posted that she was staying in a sketchy hostil in Stockholm and wouldn't be bringing her laptop. Since then, she hasn't posted and recently her blog has been shut down. There is lots of speculation over why this happened &lt;a href="http://the-coveted.com/blog/2008/05/21/the-stylebytes-mystery/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but all I'll say about it is that she was a faithful blogger, had great pictures (thanks to her husband, mostly), and fearless style. &lt;br /&gt;So my quest for a new daily style blogger has begun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SEVMsVhHvoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/w1I5FFSOoPE/s1600-h/2541977528_9b1a2a9a22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SEVMsVhHvoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/w1I5FFSOoPE/s400/2541977528_9b1a2a9a22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652868697865858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/boboniaa/"&gt;Boboniaa&lt;/a&gt; on flickr, but she doesn't have a blog. So if anybody has any suggestions of other similar daily, thrifting, style bloggers (posting photos of outfits on themselves), tell me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3403959529190166683?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3403959529190166683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3403959529190166683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3403959529190166683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3403959529190166683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/rip-stylebytes.html' title='R.I.P. stylebytes'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SEVMjK0NcQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/djZaw5P4sdE/s72-c/122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-739258553042696221</id><published>2008-06-02T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:49:28.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>look for us on craigslist.</title><content type='html'>so i guess i'm starting a hipster commune, found this on lauren's away message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign up's for the bethlehem commune start today.  to be considered one must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. listen to tasteful music&lt;br /&gt;2. have the capacity to grow a full rabbinic-like beard on command&lt;br /&gt;3. display a at least a mild amount of creativity&lt;br /&gt;4. dress to the head mistresses approval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please include picture and annual salary with your application, otherwise we will urinate on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;abbith and laurs inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-739258553042696221?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/739258553042696221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=739258553042696221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/739258553042696221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/739258553042696221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-for-us-on-craigslist.html' title='look for us on craigslist.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6547003856117391241</id><published>2008-05-19T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:14:43.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not "some chick."</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to, sponsored by, and exists because of my friend Jared.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening, just minutes before being incredibly disappointed by Baby Mama, (Tina! Amy! how could you??? especially you, Tina. I took a BOY to your movie.), Jared and I were wandering around Barnes and Noble and I kept happening to mention this blogger I really liked, and how I read her blog every day and she's been blogging for years...and every time I said "BLOG" I tried to keep it down cause once I heard this Barnes and Noble worker explain what a BLOG is to a customer and she kept talking about her BLOG and why you should start reading BLOGS and she had this long nasty braid that came down to her butt and I just didn't want to be her- but I also wanted Jared to know how good this BLOG is! and how he should read this BLOG every day and that the BLOGGER is a really good writer! And Jared consoled me by saying that of all the places in the Lehigh Valley, Barnes and Noble is probably the safest place to be discussing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Then he sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SDHULskxSLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dFncGrtvOFw/s1600-h/some-chick-is-real-mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SDHULskxSLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dFncGrtvOFw/s400/some-chick-is-real-mad.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202172341998667954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/040108/some-chick-is-real-mad.gif"&gt;[via]&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10 seconds ago:&lt;br /&gt;jared: so remember when we saw that not-very-funny chick flick?&lt;br /&gt;about how cute babies are and stuff&lt;br /&gt;me: yes&lt;br /&gt;i was just blogging about that&lt;br /&gt;jared: naturally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6547003856117391241?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6547003856117391241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6547003856117391241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6547003856117391241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6547003856117391241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-some-chick.html' title='not &quot;some chick.&quot;'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SDHULskxSLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dFncGrtvOFw/s72-c/some-chick-is-real-mad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7230080203177830294</id><published>2008-05-19T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:58:29.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls.</title><content type='html'>Today is my twin sisters' birthday. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading down to Kentucky to visit them at the end of this week but for now I thought I'd spread birthday cheer by posting this incredibly sweet picture of them, circa early eighties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SDHNqskxSKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LdqYLBhtYnA/s1600-h/cuties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SDHNqskxSKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LdqYLBhtYnA/s400/cuties.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202165177993218210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I refer to my twin sisters, people are always slightly confused (Wait- so you're a twin? Doesn't that make you...triplets?) but having the two of them is all I've ever known and having just one sister seems inadequate. &lt;br /&gt;I talk about them often and if you knew them individually, you'd know why. They're both incredibly smart and artistic, funny and thoughtful. I may be biased, but to me they are always the coolest girls at the party. So I almost can't help talking about them, even if you haven't met them- because I feel what my parents must have when my mom gave birth to her very first baby and ended up bringing home two: incredibly lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7230080203177830294?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7230080203177830294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7230080203177830294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7230080203177830294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7230080203177830294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/girls.html' title='the girls.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SDHNqskxSKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LdqYLBhtYnA/s72-c/cuties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-4831192084087265955</id><published>2008-05-12T15:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:22:30.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>but which one is right?</title><content type='html'>thank you to my friend that said my hair makes me look like agent 99 from "get smart."&lt;br /&gt;no thank you to my friend that said my hair makes me look like conor oberst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiYGskxSJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Zv907z0O8OI/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiYGskxSJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Zv907z0O8OI/s200/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199573010611259538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiYAckxSII/AAAAAAAAAU4/skefpWZKmoA/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiYAckxSII/AAAAAAAAAU4/skefpWZKmoA/s200/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199572903237077122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiX8MkxSHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HUAeiirvkfo/s1600-h/2475659519_0c1c21f8fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiX8MkxSHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HUAeiirvkfo/s200/2475659519_0c1c21f8fc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199572830222633074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-4831192084087265955?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4831192084087265955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=4831192084087265955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4831192084087265955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4831192084087265955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/but-which-one-was-being-honest.html' title='but which one is right?'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiYGskxSJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Zv907z0O8OI/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2003643974467664124</id><published>2008-05-12T15:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:08:47.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drawrings</title><content type='html'>Oh neglected blog, how I've avoided thee.&lt;br /&gt;Let me renew our friendship with these:&lt;br /&gt;Photographed and styled interpretations of &lt;a href="http://fishki.net/comment.php?id=32304" target="new"&gt;children's drawings&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiVAskxSEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kuuWRqEjWRc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiVAskxSEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kuuWRqEjWRc/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199569608997161026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiVFMkxSFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xaRtJHrE59E/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiVFMkxSFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xaRtJHrE59E/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199569686306572370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiVKMkxSGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/uPCHJ-aq3GU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiVKMkxSGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/uPCHJ-aq3GU/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199569772205918306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better now? &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.evany.com/diary/" target="new"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2003643974467664124?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2003643974467664124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2003643974467664124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2003643974467664124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2003643974467664124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/drawrings.html' title='drawrings'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SCiVAskxSEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kuuWRqEjWRc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7779794321664594176</id><published>2008-04-28T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:18:11.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>comical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SBX15HM64jI/AAAAAAAAAUI/duhTJeCpanw/s1600-h/fSymsOGXO86ptdt9XmPjZhBw_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SBX15HM64jI/AAAAAAAAAUI/duhTJeCpanw/s400/fSymsOGXO86ptdt9XmPjZhBw_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194328106776322610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really been enjoying &lt;a href="http://garfieldminusgarfield.tumblr.com/"&gt;this tumblr&lt;/a&gt; featuring daily comics of "Garfield" without the obnoxious fat cat. John should just give up the huge-lipped veterinarian and settle for apple-shaped Cathy,  then they both could live miserably ever after. aack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SBX4iHM64kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oiiZROfmt70/s1600-h/ca080405.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SBX4iHM64kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oiiZROfmt70/s400/ca080405.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194331010174214722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7779794321664594176?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7779794321664594176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7779794321664594176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7779794321664594176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7779794321664594176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/04/comical.html' title='comical.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SBX15HM64jI/AAAAAAAAAUI/duhTJeCpanw/s72-c/fSymsOGXO86ptdt9XmPjZhBw_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1456775309838978839</id><published>2008-04-24T14:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:26:53.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swingset</title><content type='html'>My church is working to re-settle a Burmese family in Emmaus.&lt;br /&gt;I have visited with the children 2 days and they are already pretty easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to be around these curious kids... here is Paw Pah swinging at a park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf51fd8d19b2065c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf51fd8d19b2065c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7FA81D591F6548D5E33CAB7078C604A524988B.1217CFB3A891A444F3B29B0418929821A1F4C72A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf51fd8d19b2065c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYTFH3ASq3f6gyUS4Bn8bWRlD21o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf51fd8d19b2065c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293310%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7FA81D591F6548D5E33CAB7078C604A524988B.1217CFB3A891A444F3B29B0418929821A1F4C72A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf51fd8d19b2065c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYTFH3ASq3f6gyUS4Bn8bWRlD21o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1456775309838978839?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf51fd8d19b2065c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1456775309838978839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1456775309838978839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1456775309838978839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1456775309838978839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/04/swingset.html' title='swingset'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-8200583414888682602</id><published>2008-04-23T11:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:19:14.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wing zone</title><content type='html'>I pull up behind a light blue Taurus. The light turns green but the car just sits for a moment then slowly, achingly, accelerates. I pass the car but we end up at the same stop light, in two separate lanes. A "Wing Zone" sign has been slapped hastily on the roof of the car, and a hairy arm rests on the ledge of the window. We travel through a series of stoplights together. I arrive at every one first and the wing zone car hangs back, indifferent to the color of the light.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what the Wing Zone must look like by the obnoxious font of the logo. A dirty little place in a crummy strip mall, a couple regulars with ensueing heart problems and an old stereo playing classic rock with an undertone of fuzz. &lt;br /&gt;As I turn left on my street, I see the arm in my rear view, enjoying a little bit of sun before heading back to clean the fryer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8200583414888682602?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8200583414888682602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=8200583414888682602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8200583414888682602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8200583414888682602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/04/wing-zone.html' title='wing zone'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-8591346494077487231</id><published>2008-04-21T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:50:02.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what? i do stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SAypeA3AvvI/AAAAAAAAATk/ba2Bvp410Ck/s1600-h/DSCN2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SAypeA3AvvI/AAAAAAAAATk/ba2Bvp410Ck/s320/DSCN2035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191710803543244530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to johnny brenda's last night to hear oakley hall and the constantines. &lt;br /&gt;they did not play my favorite song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8591346494077487231?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8591346494077487231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=8591346494077487231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8591346494077487231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8591346494077487231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-do-stuff.html' title='what? i do stuff.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SAypeA3AvvI/AAAAAAAAATk/ba2Bvp410Ck/s72-c/DSCN2035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-3110588886424690250</id><published>2008-04-04T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:13:49.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear the train a'comin.</title><content type='html'>I've been really homesick for my family lately, and pretty restless in general. My nephew's having a birthday party on Sunday and I'm incredibly tempted to get in my car and hand deliver his present... money and responsibilities are holding me back.&lt;br /&gt; A few years ago I moved to Kentucky for a couple months to live with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Bright Eyes' "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning" pretty much the entire time...I can't listen to that album without having flashbacks of driving along country roads in my old volvo. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see Bright Eyes live so badly, he was playing in Philadelphia but I was obviously too far to see him there... the closest show was in Columbus, Ohio, four hours away. I didn't make any friends during the short time I was living down there and I didn't have anyone to go to the show with. I was pretty bummed about it until my sister Laura offered to come with me. Laura and her sweet baby Eli, nearly one year old, packed up and rode along and stayed at a friend's while I went to the show. &lt;br /&gt;When we drove home the next day it started snowing really heavy and we had to pull off the highway and get a hotel room. We shuffled through snow to get to a nearby strip mall and ordered Chinese food and browsed through a Big Lots and watched trashy t.v. and it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;I remember admiring Laura for being so free- able to pack and go and bring Eli. I don't know if Eli will grow up and listen to Bright Eyes and wish he lived in this era the way I yearned for the fifties but if he does I will be sure to tell him about the special pilgrimage he made with his mom so I could go see the timeless folk singer.&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Birthday Eli, wish I could be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R_ZTdPGGEEI/AAAAAAAAATc/xVFRa57rZHs/s1600-h/thumbsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R_ZTdPGGEEI/AAAAAAAAATc/xVFRa57rZHs/s320/thumbsup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185423782697111618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-3110588886424690250?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3110588886424690250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=3110588886424690250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3110588886424690250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/3110588886424690250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hear-train-acomin.html' title='I hear the train a&apos;comin.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R_ZTdPGGEEI/AAAAAAAAATc/xVFRa57rZHs/s72-c/thumbsup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-6014740773225063820</id><published>2008-04-04T11:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:12:31.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i always go back to my roots.</title><content type='html'>most of the lyrics to "reinvent the wheel" off the four winds ep. &lt;br /&gt;just feels relevant right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My friend you were a model, a priceless work of art.&lt;br /&gt;Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of you heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And I know you'll never come back now to the world where people are.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you never understood what they loved you for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have.&lt;br /&gt;But the way your eyes would gloss over, well I never envied that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the T.V. sets will tell us when someone reinvents the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Till then I'll have a million conversations about shit that isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to breathe in meaning dig deep through every gasp of air.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you did the same thing for as long as you can bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I guess everything just circles 'round to where it was before.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope I'll see you soon in some other form.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-6014740773225063820?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6014740773225063820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=6014740773225063820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6014740773225063820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/6014740773225063820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-always-go-back-to-my-roots.html' title='i always go back to my roots.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-843564527235497979</id><published>2008-03-28T11:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:00:39.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy eyeball</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night I took a quick shower before my date. Afterwards, my contact felt funny and soon after my gentleman caller arrived, I excused myself to check it out. I peered into the mirror and saw what appeared to be an eyelash in the corner of my eye. I pulled down my lower lid and to my utter disgust saw an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;entire hair&lt;/span&gt; (from my head!) winding its way around my eyeball. I exclaimed something and proceeded pull the hair from its location. &lt;br /&gt; After waving the head-hair at my date and fake gagging a few times, I have to say I felt pretty proud of my accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'd just performed minor surgery on myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-843564527235497979?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/843564527235497979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=843564527235497979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/843564527235497979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/843564527235497979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/03/hairy-eyeball.html' title='hairy eyeball'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2121638057812762677</id><published>2008-03-18T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:55:23.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stats</title><content type='html'>iTunes stats, originally on &lt;a href="http://www.yewknee.com/blog/9522/"&gt;yewknee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Total Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1436 songs, 3.8 days, 5.64 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First and Last Songs (by title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail Anne- Jeremy Enigk (how appropriate)&lt;br /&gt;$$$$- Desaparecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shortest and Longest Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And That's How I Chose to Remember it- Rilo Kiley (0:04)&lt;br /&gt;Tereza and Tomas- Bright Eyes (25:47) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First and Last Albums (by title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles Heel- Pedro the Lion&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots- The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First and Last Artist (by name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and the Ants&lt;br /&gt;YACHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top Five Most Played Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Could Love You- Jeremy Enigk (111)&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex-Lover is Dead- Stars (110)&lt;br /&gt;Samson- Regina Spektor (107)&lt;br /&gt;Summer in the City- Regina Spektor (101)&lt;br /&gt;The Absence of God- Rilo Kiley (101)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for the following words. How many songs show up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: 3&lt;br /&gt;Death: 37&lt;br /&gt;Love: 64&lt;br /&gt;You: 136&lt;br /&gt;Home: 4&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 31&lt;br /&gt;Girl: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First five songs that come up on Party Shuffle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City Has Sex- Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hot Knives- Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sullen Girl- Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;John Wayne Gacy, Jr.- Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Intuition- Feist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2121638057812762677?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2121638057812762677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2121638057812762677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2121638057812762677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2121638057812762677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/03/stats.html' title='stats'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7300490718028017848</id><published>2008-03-17T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:49:22.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred things</title><content type='html'>rounding out the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. eat pad thai in thailand.&lt;br /&gt;72. live in france with my daughter while washing dishes in a fancy restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/profile.php?user_id=5088241"&gt;le bouton&lt;/a&gt; style.&lt;br /&gt;73. elope.&lt;br /&gt;74. convert a factory/abandoned building/old garage into my house.&lt;br /&gt;75. see coffee beans growing.&lt;br /&gt;76. own &lt;a href="http://www.mcmurrayhatchery.com/product/araucanas_americanas.html"&gt;chickens.&lt;/a&gt; (the blue-egg-laying kind.)&lt;br /&gt;77. attend my sister's gallery opening.&lt;br /&gt;78. own a wooden motorboat like my dad's.&lt;br /&gt;79. buy avocados in mexico.&lt;br /&gt;80. become a beekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;81. go tubing down the delaware river.&lt;br /&gt;82. teach english in a foreign country. &lt;br /&gt;83. live near a creek.&lt;br /&gt;84. reconnect with childhood friends.&lt;br /&gt;85. finish my degree.&lt;br /&gt;86. write and illustrate a children's book.&lt;br /&gt;87. start a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/542301@N22/"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;88. see jimmy eat world. what? ever hear of clarity?&lt;br /&gt;89. buy someone a house.&lt;br /&gt;90. camp out at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;91. kayak in shallow, clear water.&lt;br /&gt;92. stay in a villa on the island of capri.&lt;br /&gt;93. learn to play something lovely on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;94. finish atlas shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;95. sangria in spain.&lt;br /&gt;96. paint a mural.&lt;br /&gt;97. visit f.l.wrights houses. all of them.&lt;br /&gt;98. live for a year without the internet.&lt;br /&gt;99. have a wine and cheese tasting.&lt;br /&gt;100. enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted. try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7300490718028017848?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7300490718028017848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7300490718028017848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7300490718028017848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7300490718028017848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/03/travel.html' title='one hundred things'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-441919938076004337</id><published>2008-03-17T12:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:50:01.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred things</title><content type='html'>51-70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. yoga headstand. (not even close yet)&lt;br /&gt;52. make my own pasta.&lt;br /&gt;53. buy up all the vintage fabric and sewing notions at a certain Renningers flea market booth and organize them neatly in my studio. &lt;br /&gt;54. commission a large fireworks display to be done in the country.&lt;br /&gt;55. spend a week in every state.&lt;br /&gt;56. somehow repay my parents.&lt;br /&gt;57. learn to weld.&lt;br /&gt;58. build an eames-style lounge chair&lt;br /&gt;59. run at least 5 miles straight. (at 3)&lt;br /&gt;60. someday take all my immediate family somewhere tropical.&lt;br /&gt;61. get my sisters' published.&lt;br /&gt;62. take my kids to &lt;a href="http://www.roadsideamericainc.com/"&gt;roadside america&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;63. migrate south during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;64. sponsor a refugee family to come to the states.&lt;br /&gt;65. grow strawberries&lt;br /&gt;66. buy the perfect leather purse and use it years. &lt;br /&gt;67. buy paddleboats.&lt;br /&gt;68. plan and host my 10 year high school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;69. eat a persimmon.&lt;br /&gt;70. adopt a bench on the point pleasant boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mightygirl.com/2008/03/14/do-your-own-thing/"&gt;maggie&lt;/a&gt; read my list! thanks, maggie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-441919938076004337?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5771490373148400100</id><published>2008-03-12T12:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:00:49.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred things</title><content type='html'>31-50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. rent a vespa and drive up the amalfi coast.&lt;br /&gt;32. organize a giant treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;33. build a secret fort in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;34. rewire my vintage lamp.&lt;br /&gt;35. find a scent that perfectly replicates meyer lemons.&lt;br /&gt;36. grow my own tea leaves.&lt;br /&gt;37. teach someone english.&lt;br /&gt;38. create an outdoor movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;39. buy a dog.&lt;br /&gt;40. plant a garden bed in roy g. biv order.&lt;br /&gt;41. plant moss graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;42. build and cook with an earth oven.&lt;br /&gt;43. take trapeze lessons.&lt;br /&gt;44. harvest morels. &lt;br /&gt;45. come up with and execute a clever idea incorporating my large collection of vintage scarves.&lt;br /&gt;46. teach a kids cooking class.&lt;br /&gt;47. read every book i ever wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;48. cook every recipe i ever wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;49. write a cookbook entitled "meals of 1616 maple"&lt;br /&gt;50. give birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is starting to get difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5771490373148400100?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5771490373148400100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5771490373148400100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5771490373148400100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5771490373148400100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-hundred-things_12.html' title='one hundred things'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-8461023883449275395</id><published>2008-03-11T12:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:11:32.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred things</title><content type='html'>maggie did this &lt;a href="http://mightygirl.com/2008/03/06/100-things-to-do-before-i-go-4/"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;here's what i've got so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1-30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. own a store with big display windows.&lt;br /&gt;2. write a novel never intended to be published.&lt;br /&gt;3. make my own mozzarella cheese.&lt;br /&gt;4. take a cooking class in italy.&lt;br /&gt;5. design and sew myself an outfit.&lt;br /&gt;6. grow a backyard grapevine canopy (like andrea's house had).&lt;br /&gt;7. visit san francisco- never been out west.&lt;br /&gt;8. restore an old movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;9. print old slides from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;10. make my own lemon sorbet.&lt;br /&gt;11. photograph every bit of the farm.&lt;br /&gt;12. embroider a self portrait.&lt;br /&gt;13. can a winter's worth of marinara sauce.&lt;br /&gt;14. memorize parts of the bible.&lt;br /&gt;15. live (possibly alone) in a cabin for a summer.&lt;br /&gt;16. spend a week (at least) on a houseboat.&lt;br /&gt;17. sail down the intercoastal waterway.&lt;br /&gt;18. take a summer long road trip to every flea market on the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;19. restore an old vacation house in canada to it's original kitsch condition.&lt;br /&gt;20. take all of my nephews on a trip when they are older.&lt;br /&gt;21. develop a simple wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;22. take a vacation with just my twin sisters.&lt;br /&gt;23. take a cooking class in paris.&lt;br /&gt;24. make my own wine.&lt;br /&gt;25. eat strictly local for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;26. take a fancy train ride.&lt;br /&gt;27. travel with musicians.&lt;br /&gt;28. teach.&lt;br /&gt;29. write a movie and produce it with friends.&lt;br /&gt;30. institute monthly dinner parties with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8461023883449275395?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8461023883449275395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=8461023883449275395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8461023883449275395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8461023883449275395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-hundred-things.html' title='one hundred things'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2334404184065950307</id><published>2008-02-21T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:43:26.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we need the eggs.</title><content type='html'>I don't remember much about this movie except I really liked this part at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-M3Q2zhGd4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-M3Q2zhGd4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, still do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7900988983125324580</id><published>2008-02-13T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:53:27.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(not very)deep thoughts.</title><content type='html'>sometimes you do something risky you know you're gonna look back on and be proud of how cool it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7900988983125324580?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7900988983125324580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7900988983125324580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7900988983125324580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7900988983125324580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-verydeep-thoughts.html' title='(not very)deep thoughts.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-8266390438132939384</id><published>2008-02-04T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:42:08.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and I lock up and basically just do everything</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://www.whygodwhy.com/2007/the-last-person-on-the-internet/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; almost every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8266390438132939384?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8266390438132939384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=8266390438132939384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8266390438132939384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/8266390438132939384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-i-lock-up-and-basically-just-do.html' title='and I lock up and basically just do everything'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1320696888864764953</id><published>2008-02-04T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:31:10.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, a comparison to fruit is a good thing.</title><content type='html'>lauren:it's just hard to stay optimistic in this dismal weather. it's like pessimism in every piece of ice and frigid wind gust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:i'm in a good mood actually&lt;br /&gt;but it could be cause my nephews are visiting&lt;br /&gt;something about tiny baby bodies always warms my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren: you're sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;they're so tiny!!&lt;br /&gt;their little butt cheeks are the size of clementines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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thing.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1121110119670716676</id><published>2008-01-30T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:05:31.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thrift finds</title><content type='html'>Today is 50% off (most colors) at Salvation Army as well as some complicated 3 for 1 deal at American Family Services (this one never seems to work out in my favor). Either way, wednesday is naturally a great day to shop. Being low on funds and apartment storage made it even more of a vice. &lt;br /&gt;I found everything I want in a coffee table in this sleek, wooden (slightly dilapidated), gray, paint-spattered piece. I didn't hesitate shelling out 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R6E6ll5UZSI/AAAAAAAAASw/J0pnJqDx_0g/s1600-h/for+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R6E6ll5UZSI/AAAAAAAAASw/J0pnJqDx_0g/s400/for+coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161471065445393698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a dress for dates (also bought the dress's purple and red sister, both $3.93)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R6E6QV5UZRI/AAAAAAAAASo/9l30DyrcjSY/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R6E6QV5UZRI/AAAAAAAAASo/9l30DyrcjSY/s400/sweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161470700373173522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Grandma cardigan! Woot! Can't have too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R6E6115UZTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/16AhXpJd_-M/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R6E6115UZTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/16AhXpJd_-M/s320/grandma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161471344618267954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't get too excited, that bitch stinks and needs to go to the dry cleaners).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things occured to me whilst blissfully shopping:&lt;br /&gt;1. Often during trips like these I'll find an interesting piece... a dress covered in pleats, say, or a bright blue bolero...and though I'm intrigued and want to wear them I put them back because the thought "Someone crazy wore this" flashes through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't ever find anything to wear in urban outfitters anymore. I don't want to dress like a break-dancer, or a coked up ho, so I usually leave empty-handed. The good thing about this is- fashion and hipsters have moved on! They are leaving me my good old grandma cardigans, and fifties housewives dresses. They don't want old western shirts or wooly skirts anymore. My thrift stores may be picked over, but not for the things I'm shopping for. And for that, Urban, I give you my thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1121110119670716676?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1121110119670716676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1121110119670716676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1121110119670716676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1121110119670716676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/01/thrift-finds.html' title='thrift finds'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R6E6ll5UZSI/AAAAAAAAASw/J0pnJqDx_0g/s72-c/for+coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-4515708884452957549</id><published>2008-01-28T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:09:36.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and it never goes away</title><content type='html'>funny how...&lt;br /&gt;newly coifed hair&lt;br /&gt;shiny red fingernails&lt;br /&gt;bright red cardigan&lt;br /&gt;kitten heels and&lt;br /&gt;demure perfume&lt;br /&gt;can't stop me from feeling like a ragamuffin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-4515708884452957549?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4515708884452957549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=4515708884452957549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4515708884452957549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/4515708884452957549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-it-never-goes-away.html' title='and it never goes away'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-1297844451382537943</id><published>2008-01-16T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:32:01.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slides, part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R44i26sgMQI/AAAAAAAAASg/J5OPAl1hNRA/s1600-h/dadfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R44i26sgMQI/AAAAAAAAASg/J5OPAl1hNRA/s400/dadfish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156096950249992450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time I was in Kentucky, I gathered a bunch of slides that I wanted to have printed... funnily, my parents switched to film strips when I was born so I am not in any of them.&lt;br /&gt;That's not bothering me cause I can't get enough of pictures of my mom and dad when they were young. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-1297844451382537943?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1297844451382537943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=1297844451382537943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1297844451382537943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/1297844451382537943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/01/slides-part-one.html' title='slides, part one'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R44i26sgMQI/AAAAAAAAASg/J5OPAl1hNRA/s72-c/dadfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-2548385305917055029</id><published>2008-01-10T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:57:19.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>typo.</title><content type='html'>trying typing "organic" 20+ times a day, everyday, for a year. &lt;br /&gt;I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished?&lt;br /&gt;Now try typing "orange"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks, doesn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2548385305917055029?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2548385305917055029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2548385305917055029' title='0 Comments'/><link 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you'll find yourself driving through a quaint little town filled with coffee shops and family owned hardware stores,&lt;br /&gt;this is emmaus.&lt;br /&gt;eventually you'll be exiting the charming portion and entering the "other side of the tracks". &lt;br /&gt;here the shops sell odd items like dreamcatchers and spiritual crystals.&lt;br /&gt;you will see 6th street, 7th, 8th,...&lt;br /&gt;when you get to 10th street, and also pizza hut, make a left.&lt;br /&gt;go under the railroad  bridge, straight through the stop sign and park on the other side of the large building on the right&lt;br /&gt;this means&lt;br /&gt;drive past the building and park&lt;br /&gt;don't park on the left&lt;br /&gt;visitors get nice parking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-8983692233270024816?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-918377628751826981</id><published>2008-01-07T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:38:55.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something to count on.</title><content type='html'>aw, weddings will always be &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/01/07/cake.irpt/index.html"&gt;tacky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R4J_oasgMPI/AAAAAAAAASY/evQoSUMfUnc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R4J_oasgMPI/AAAAAAAAASY/evQoSUMfUnc/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152821256002744562" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-918377628751826981?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/918377628751826981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=918377628751826981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/918377628751826981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/918377628751826981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-to-count-on.html' title='something to count on.'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R4J_oasgMPI/AAAAAAAAASY/evQoSUMfUnc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7582095730845384960</id><published>2008-01-04T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:50:55.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stoplight</title><content type='html'>I pull up slowly. &lt;br /&gt;An old volvo station wagon rests in the turning lane, several feet ahead.&lt;br /&gt;An earth worn bike is strapped to the back, &lt;br /&gt;and the winds spins the front tire like a pinwheel.&lt;br /&gt;The windows are crowded with stacks of clothing, backpacks, towels.&lt;br /&gt;A potted plant fills the passengers seat. &lt;br /&gt;I can't see the driver, only a bit of her profile.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where she is headed but the bike covers her license plate; I can't even see if she's just passing through.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawn back to the movement of the wheel. &lt;br /&gt;I check my rearview, the man behind me is watching, and the man behind the volvo is watching too. &lt;br /&gt;We are all hypnotized by the spinning tire.&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, the light turns green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7582095730845384960?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7582095730845384960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7582095730845384960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7582095730845384960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7582095730845384960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2008/01/stoplight.html' title='stoplight'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5899761184064020177</id><published>2007-12-20T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:54:23.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blinded by the light</title><content type='html'>can't rest until i have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2qPqasgMOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4dGTkhf64_Y/s1600-h/wallpaper-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2qPqasgMOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4dGTkhf64_Y/s400/wallpaper-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146083483107471586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light-emitting wallpaper. &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2007/12/light_emitting_wallpaper.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5899761184064020177?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5899761184064020177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5899761184064020177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5899761184064020177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/5899761184064020177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2007/12/blinded-by-light.html' title='blinded by the light'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2qPqasgMOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4dGTkhf64_Y/s72-c/wallpaper-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-5052300580774763405</id><published>2007-12-19T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T00:10:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cong on being an asshole, seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni_4U_DFNL4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni_4U_DFNL4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, dater. tell him how it is, &lt;a href="http://ia301119.us.archive.org/2/items/Rilo_Kiley___Asshole/RiloKiley06Asshole.mp3"&gt;blake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-5052300580774763405?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5052300580774763405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=5052300580774763405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://gushparty.com/SirAwesome/thingswehate01.htm"&gt;things we hate&lt;/a&gt; at sir awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-2540637628458175244?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2540637628458175244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=2540637628458175244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2540637628458175244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/2540637628458175244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2007/12/cong-on-being-asshole.html' title='&quot;cong&quot; on being an asshole'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7874727612773534267</id><published>2007-12-17T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:42:52.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight</title><content type='html'>although I'm generally a bit of a control freak about the music I listen to, I've been really enjoying  &lt;a href="http://bedtimetunes.trash-can.net/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;- a constantly updating playlist of mellow music to fall asleep to. I use it during the day when I find my own music distracting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2cJaqsgMNI/AAAAAAAAASI/nSMJpoOhacM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2cJaqsgMNI/AAAAAAAAASI/nSMJpoOhacM/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145091453036277970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7874727612773534267?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7874727612773534267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7874727612773534267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7874727612773534267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7874727612773534267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodnight.html' title='goodnight'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2cJaqsgMNI/AAAAAAAAASI/nSMJpoOhacM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18744274.post-7769307804171109675</id><published>2007-12-17T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:15:30.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking ahead</title><content type='html'>sort of obsessed with the idea of building myself a &lt;a href="http://www.rocioromero.com/LVSeries/LVM.htm"&gt;tiny home&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2bKSKsgMMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ASchRg1jSg8/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2bKSKsgMMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ASchRg1jSg8/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145022037774840002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, I'd never be able to marry, or invite anyone over, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime I've got it hard&lt;br /&gt;Second floor living without a yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18744274-7769307804171109675?l=theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7769307804171109675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18744274&amp;postID=7769307804171109675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7769307804171109675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18744274/posts/default/7769307804171109675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluckiestgirliknow.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking-ahead.html' title='thinking ahead'/><author><name>abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210118762207490212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/SW4IJQNmrvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sL0iHqlFd3M/S220/Photo%2B82.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMBJu3KinU/R2bKSKsgMMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ASchRg1jSg8/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
