<?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-2488597716663575402</id><updated>2011-09-11T05:54:52.970-06:00</updated><category term='stamps'/><category term='paint'/><category term='quilt'/><category term='budget'/><category term='digital scrapbooking'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='freebie'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='daily creative'/><category term='food storage'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='all about me'/><category term='QK Silhouette'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='blog design'/><category term='church'/><category term='quilts'/><category term='vinyl'/><category term='home decor'/><category term='about me'/><category term='gift idea'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='blurb'/><category term='tree'/><category term='cards'/><category term='weigh-in'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>one little birdy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-4672124226191890839</id><published>2010-12-11T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:45:45.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Orange, Aqua, and Plum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ5fiWrvLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/s2lYWWMdPfU/s1600/tree+%252833%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ5fiWrvLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/s2lYWWMdPfU/s400/tree+%252833%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, I love decorating for the holidays!&amp;nbsp; The decor in our living room changed this year, so I started over with the ornaments too.&amp;nbsp; So, bring on the orange, aqua, and plum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ-fKREtyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/6TD3cX26a7c/s1600/tree+%252832%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ-fKREtyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/6TD3cX26a7c/s320/tree+%252832%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first thing I bought this year were the orange and plum berry  picks.&amp;nbsp; I knew they matched the pillows on my couch and used them as my  inspiration for the ornaments.&amp;nbsp; The aqua and gold ornaments were reused  from last year's tree.&amp;nbsp; I bought ornaments at Michaels, Hobby Lobby,  Walmart, and Shopko.&amp;nbsp; The bird above is one of my favorites.I had some smaller berry picks too. I cut off all the berries and used them to fill the small glass balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ-oDSHkII/AAAAAAAAAvc/m48f_06jxws/s1600/tree+%252834%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ-oDSHkII/AAAAAAAAAvc/m48f_06jxws/s320/tree+%252834%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large multi-colored bulbs were a very happy find at Walmart.&amp;nbsp; I might have screamed.&amp;nbsp; Or not.&amp;nbsp; There were no witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ_X4q-43I/AAAAAAAAAvw/V0RuruYW5Jo/s1600/tree+%252839%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ_X4q-43I/AAAAAAAAAvw/V0RuruYW5Jo/s320/tree+%252839%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photographing a tree is not my strong suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glittery plum balls are another favorite.&amp;nbsp; Half price at Hobby Lobby.&amp;nbsp; I love the thick wire wrapping at the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ_gu49AAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XxJGFJdfDmY/s1600/tree+%252842%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ_gu49AAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XxJGFJdfDmY/s320/tree+%252842%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed some pearl gemstones from my scrapbook stash and stuck them to these clear glass ornaments.&amp;nbsp; Simple.&amp;nbsp; And I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ_orE6loI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Ytszt5lE4QM/s1600/tree+%252843%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ_orE6loI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Ytszt5lE4QM/s400/tree+%252843%2529.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's the topper.&amp;nbsp; It's a styrofoam ball with berries from those picks stuck in it.&amp;nbsp; Another simple project.&amp;nbsp; This photo was taken "in progress" so it's not really so bare there on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to get a good picture of the whole tree.&amp;nbsp; I'll keep trying.&amp;nbsp; I really need to get in the habit of using my camera again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late to the party, but I'm linking up with &lt;a href="http://thriftydecorchick.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-christmas-tree-party.html"&gt;Thrifty Decor Chick's&lt;/a&gt; Christmas tree party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQRADYiupPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/RjHeO51pRsE/s1600/Holiday_Home_Button_Sarah%255B3%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQRADYiupPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/RjHeO51pRsE/s320/Holiday_Home_Button_Sarah%255B3%255D.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-4672124226191890839?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/4672124226191890839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=4672124226191890839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4672124226191890839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4672124226191890839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2010/12/orange-aqua-and-plum.html' title='Orange, Aqua, and Plum!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/TQQ5fiWrvLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/s2lYWWMdPfU/s72-c/tree+%252833%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1712566109963800464</id><published>2010-05-02T19:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:17:17.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling domestic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/S94igGtBTMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZcbA-MPApv8/s1600/cinnamon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/S94igGtBTMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZcbA-MPApv8/s400/cinnamon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466844932624960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this weekend: strawberry freezer jam, &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/2009/10/how-to-make-homemade-yogurt-2/"&gt;homemade yogurt&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/cinammon_rolls_/"&gt;cinnamon rolls&lt;/a&gt;.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1712566109963800464?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1712566109963800464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1712566109963800464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1712566109963800464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1712566109963800464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-domestic.html' title='feeling domestic'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/S94igGtBTMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZcbA-MPApv8/s72-c/cinnamon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-235612273905804173</id><published>2009-11-30T14:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:14:55.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil chore: MENU</title><content type='html'>Making a menu is - without a doubt - my least favorite chore.  I dread it every week.  It may be that I often don't have an appetite or that I am bored with all my current meal ideas... whatever. Making a menu sucks.  I tried something new this week.  I looked up recipes online and decided to make NEW things this week.  Here are the things we're trying out.  I'll follow up with reviews at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Slow-Cooker-Beef-Stroganoff-I/Detail.aspx"&gt;Slow Cooker Beef Stroganoff&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Sloppy-Joe-Spaghetti/Detail.aspx"&gt;Sloppy Joe Spaghetti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/KJs-Mushroom-Chicken/Detail.aspx"&gt;Mushroom Chicken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Soft-Gingersnaps/Detail.aspx"&gt;Soft Gingersnaps&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Mexican-Style-Shredded-Pork/Detail.aspx"&gt;Mexican Style Shredded Pork&lt;/a&gt;.  We're also making turkey noodle soup to finish off the leftovers from Thanksgiving. Last week I made some new (to me) &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/mb.asp?cmd=display&amp;amp;thread_id=2924407"&gt;Crescent Rolls&lt;/a&gt; that were pretty good and next week I'm gonna try &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/cinammon_rolls_/"&gt;PW's Cinnamon Rolls&lt;/a&gt; (minus the coffee).  I will admit that the menu and cooking thing is more fun when I'm trying new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we had the Beef Stroganoff.  It was so super easy.  I did read the reviews and found some tips for making it even yummier - doubled the soup/water, added sauteed mushrooms at the end, and added some spices.  We served it over rice.  I am so scared of using the slow cooker.  In my mind, cooking something for 8 hours = BURNED!  It didn't burn.  I'm just paranoid, I guess.  The meat was fall-apart-in-your-mouth tender.  The sauce was a little thin, but that could be corrected with a little cornstarch next time.  I had some leftovers for lunch today and it was AMAZING.  The flavors fell in love and married over night.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made the Soft Gingersnaps yesterday.  They were FABULOUS.  Such an easy recipe.  I substituted margarine 'cause that's what we had available - and in my opinion butter make for a good flavor, but a crappy product - it cools and goes crispy.  Margarine stays softer.  Anyway, I followed the directions exactly (other than cutting it in half) and cooked the first dozen for 8 minutes.  Those came out like a regular gingersnap on the outside and soft on the inside.  The second batch cooked for 6 minutes and came out nearly perfect.  So chewy, so delicious.  DROOL.  There is still dough in the fridge to make a couple dozen more. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm making turky noodle soup.  Nothing major, but gotta use up those leftovers.  I'm excited for the meals we have planned for the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-235612273905804173?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/235612273905804173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=235612273905804173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/235612273905804173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/235612273905804173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/11/evil-chore-menu.html' title='evil chore: MENU'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6512740372994686916</id><published>2009-10-07T18:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:06:19.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food storage'/><title type='text'>new goals</title><content type='html'>I spent a couple hours emptying a large cupboard last weekend so that I had a spot set up to start building food storage.  I have a fantastic apartment and a great landlord, but I lack a cold storage room under my porch.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, the thought of getting started with storing food is completely overwhelming, but it's something that I've wanted to do for a while.  Steph and I asked our parents for the food storage &lt;a href="http://www.ldscatalog.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10151&amp;amp;storeId=10151&amp;amp;productId=10151&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;cg1=14087&amp;amp;cg2=10002&amp;amp;cg3=&amp;amp;cg4=&amp;amp;cg5=&amp;amp;sortId=1&amp;amp;sortOr=1&amp;amp;retURLtext=Back%20to%20%27Home%20Storage%27&amp;amp;retURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ldscatalog.com%2Fwebapp%2Fwcs%2Fstores%2Fservlet%2FCategoryDisplay%3FcatalogId%3D10151%26amp%3BstoreId%3D10151%26amp%3BcategoryId%3D10002%26amp%3BlangId%3D-1%26amp%3Bcg1%3D14087%26amp%3Bcg2%3D%26amp%3Bcg3%3D%26amp%3Bcg4%3D%26amp%3Bcg5%3D%26pageId%3D1%26pageCt%3D15%26sortId%3D1%26sortOr%3D1"&gt;starter kit&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas last year, so I've got wheat, rice, beans, and oats.  To be honest though, I'd have to be literally starving to eat those beans.  LOL  I think it's a great starting off point, but I need our storage to be more practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've decided to do is to stock up on items that we'll use when I find great deals.  Today I spent about $15 and I bought 6 cans of tomato soup, 4 cans each of tuna, cream of chicken, cream of mushroom, and green beans, 3 cans of diced green chilies, and two bottles of gatorade.  Stir that all together and enjoy. j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a long way to get where I want this to be, but I'm really so excited.  This little tiny dent on this goal makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6512740372994686916?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6512740372994686916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6512740372994686916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6512740372994686916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6512740372994686916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-goals.html' title='new goals'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8166508742430466555</id><published>2009-09-10T05:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:29:54.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QK Silhouette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinyl'/><title type='text'>up to something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SqjeQSUqZRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/KZuGQ3mhEf8/s1600-h/P8260011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379794126271833362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SqjeQSUqZRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/KZuGQ3mhEf8/s400/P8260011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It really has been a long time since I blogged. I've honestly been jumping back and forth between too-busy-to-post and nothing-blog-worthy-to-write-about. In the past month, we've had two visits from my brother (he's currently deployed and in Texas, soon to be Kuwait), hosted a quilt group meeting, undertaken some large projects (I was commissioned to do some sewing - and we also bought a cabinet to repaint for Stephanie's bedroom). There have been many other little things all squished in there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being busy, but I really like downtime so much more. LOL. I'm excited to have this sewing project done so that I can focus more on my own projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcture in this post is my first attempt at cutting vinyl on my Silhouette and it was SO MUCH FUN!! I have designed several other things to cut and I'm loving it. That little machine was such a great investment. Honestly, I don't scrapbook as much as I'd like anymore, but I use "Sil" a couple times a week for vinyl and other projects. When I do scrapbook, it's so nice to be able to design exactly what I want and just press that little "cut" button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I need a freaking vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8166508742430466555?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8166508742430466555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8166508742430466555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8166508742430466555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8166508742430466555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-to-something.html' title='up to something'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SqjeQSUqZRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/KZuGQ3mhEf8/s72-c/P8260011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1679677849508465959</id><published>2009-08-31T17:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:10:57.387-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>win this!</title><content type='html'>Would you like to win this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Spxij4sN06I/AAAAAAAAAus/HatJEuIRQrE/s1600-h/callie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Spxij4sN06I/AAAAAAAAAus/HatJEuIRQrE/s400/callie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376280423826314146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, right?!  Go &lt;a href="http://aliciasreviewgiveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-birdy-designs-review-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to enter a great giveaway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1679677849508465959?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1679677849508465959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1679677849508465959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1679677849508465959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1679677849508465959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/08/win-this.html' title='win this!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Spxij4sN06I/AAAAAAAAAus/HatJEuIRQrE/s72-c/callie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-4845760501715986892</id><published>2009-08-07T04:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:13:36.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilts'/><title type='text'>quilt group</title><content type='html'>Steph and I are starting a quilt group and we're so excited!  This is our first project.  It's a square called "dominoes and squares" and I've been in quilt-love with it since I was about 14.  I literally made ONE square and have kept it all these years.  I also worked out the blocks so that we could use full squares rather than triangles and keep things simpler and more pleasing to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SnwJUP6WZjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jRzlbkqiDls/s1600-h/quilt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SnwJUP6WZjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jRzlbkqiDls/s400/quilt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367175099392091698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have some fun friends in the group.  Our first meeting isn't for almost a month and I can't wait to see what fabrics everyone has picked.  It'll be so great to see them all come together.&lt;br /&gt;(The quilt pictured was made by Steph and the photos do not do it justice!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-4845760501715986892?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/4845760501715986892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=4845760501715986892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4845760501715986892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4845760501715986892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/08/quilt-group.html' title='quilt group'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SnwJUP6WZjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jRzlbkqiDls/s72-c/quilt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7079671789738819775</id><published>2009-07-28T19:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:23:19.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>new wallpaper</title><content type='html'>I have had the same desktop wallpaper for a year.  I know that's not a crime, nor is there an expiration date, but I had kind of intended to switch things up from time to time.  Yeah.  My desktop showed "August 2008" for 11.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sm-hQLWVnVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/riIkEkkrdag/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sm-hQLWVnVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/riIkEkkrdag/s400/desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363682980518010194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my friend Tiffany came over so that I could make some announcements for her son's baptism and I remembered how much fun it can be to dink around in Photoshop. LOL.  Sunday, I was sick but felt creative, so my butt found the computer chair and I got a new wallpaper designed!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intentionally left the date off (lol) and I made it to match my living room decor (yeah... I know I'm nuts).  This quote was on the &lt;a href="http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-bound-and-determined-to-be-more.html"&gt;old wallpaper&lt;/a&gt; and I was going to change that, but I got lazy and just changed the colors to match the new wallpaper.  I may change the quote or pictures periodically, but it's good for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being crafty and creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7079671789738819775?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7079671789738819775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7079671789738819775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7079671789738819775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7079671789738819775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-wallpaper.html' title='new wallpaper'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sm-hQLWVnVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/riIkEkkrdag/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3054610390529873118</id><published>2009-07-26T14:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:05:53.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><title type='text'>keeping busy</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a headache and I think I'm cranky, but I've kept myself busy in an effort to distract myself.  I designed a new wallpaper for my desktop and took some photos of my watches so that I could get them listed.  Here are the two newest additions to my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5840126"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made "Tilly" for myself a month or so ago and I wear it all the time.  It goes with EVERYTHING!  I sold one a few weeks back and finally got another made to list.  "Blink" is new and is so sweet and fun.  Black and pink are so classic and fun.  I'll have to make another one just for me.  That's what happens when I make a fun new band - I have to have one too!  I think I have twenty of these bands myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmzDVynvdAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/qZCgp0ROEvc/s1600-h/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmzDVynvdAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/qZCgp0ROEvc/s400/watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362876035424547842" 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/2488597716663575402-3054610390529873118?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3054610390529873118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3054610390529873118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3054610390529873118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3054610390529873118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-busy.html' title='keeping busy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmzDVynvdAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/qZCgp0ROEvc/s72-c/watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2143576270780714401</id><published>2009-07-23T16:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:56:31.367-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><title type='text'>ah, motivation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmjkWmqlQ0I/AAAAAAAAAts/LQ6EIJKFVcQ/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmjkWmqlQ0I/AAAAAAAAAts/LQ6EIJKFVcQ/s200/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361786433371980610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been excited to paint this table for about a year, but I just never took the time to work on THIS project. Anyway, I got motivated and spent way too much time fretting over paint colors.  I literally had swatches from every local store and just about every different brand.  I finally settled on a color and just bought cheapo Walmart paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Smjnw7ww1ZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BzGASMhJiLE/s1600-h/july09+%28151%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Smjnw7ww1ZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BzGASMhJiLE/s320/july09+%28151%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361790184246531474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got her all primed and painted and I hated it.  The paint was dry, but I could peel it off - and the color I'd fretted over just wasn't right.  Anyway, I sanded it all off and started over.  That didn't really take a long time.  It took almost as long to dust my house afterward. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped the primer the second time and I didn't spend a lot on the paint, but I didn't want to buy another quart when I had SO MUCH leftover from the first round.  I figured I'd play around with adding acrylic paint to get the shade I wanted and figured that if I totally screwed up the paint I could just buy more.  It actually worked perfectly!  I poured some paint in a plastic cup and then added acrylic paints until I got the shade I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmjokBs-XvI/AAAAAAAAAuM/i4uovh3c8KY/s1600-h/july09+%28158%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmjokBs-XvI/AAAAAAAAAuM/i4uovh3c8KY/s320/july09+%28158%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361791062014582514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the paint was dry, I sanded her up and distressed her.  Oh, I also replaced the knob and I go back and forth on it- love it/hate it.  Give me ten minutes and I'll change my mind twice.  For now it's staying 'cause I love it half the time. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't decide how to decorate the top.  I've searched tablescape ideas and nothing has sparked for me yet.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmjoUN9b84I/AAAAAAAAAuE/-E2jvKj0RIk/s1600-h/july09+%28155%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmjoUN9b84I/AAAAAAAAAuE/-E2jvKj0RIk/s320/july09+%28155%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361790790426948482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The color changes a little as the lighting changes and it looks so great in every light.  I'm glad that I finally felt motivated to tackle this little project.  Now I'm kinda in the mood to paint other little pieces of furniture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2143576270780714401?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2143576270780714401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2143576270780714401' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2143576270780714401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2143576270780714401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-motivation.html' title='ah, motivation!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SmjkWmqlQ0I/AAAAAAAAAts/LQ6EIJKFVcQ/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3175901265934522021</id><published>2009-07-12T18:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:23:56.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><title type='text'>my $pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/2009/07/price-my-space.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd338/therealnester/Picture13-1-1-1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nester&lt;/a&gt; is having a link party where people share a room of their house and add up what they spent to decorate it.  I actually wondered about this the other day.  How much have I spent to make my house all homey? (Oh, ignore the sideways Monet on the shelf above the couch - it doesn't belong there but I was tired of looking at an empty shelf and I don't want people to think that it belongs there - thus being sideways, the mess of decor items on the end table waiting to find a home, and the picnic basket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqBBsgOOTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/z-wJX8nXnSM/s1600-h/home2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqBBsgOOTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/z-wJX8nXnSM/s400/home2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357736572836788530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqCWQ67YwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/gdDST2CxJOg/s1600-h/home4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqCWQ67YwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/gdDST2CxJOg/s200/home4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357738025721488130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couch and loveseat:&lt;/span&gt; $750 on Ebay 4 years ago.  I hated then for the first day or two.  Now, I think they're great.  I will need to replace the cushions on the loveseat soon though.  You can definitely tell where we prefer to sit.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entertainment center:&lt;/span&gt; $100 used.  I found this in an online classified ad a year and a half ago.  I wanted something black and considered painting it, but I liked how it looked as is.  I'm glad I didn't paint it now - it would have been SO visually heavy.&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqDDMdYZtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Fhli-OqUaxo/s1600-h/home6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqDDMdYZtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Fhli-OqUaxo/s200/home6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357738797617931986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;computer armoire&lt;/span&gt;: $88 at Walmart 4ish years ago.  Love it!  I can store everything computer/office related inside and close the doors on it when I'm tired of looking at a computer.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope chest:&lt;/span&gt; I made this sweet (huge) baby in my 9th grade shop class.  It cost about $55 in supplies at the time.  I was 14, so my parents paid for that, but I included it in the overall cost of the room. It is awesome for storage.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee table and end table&lt;/span&gt;: $45 and $13 at Ikea, 2 years ago.  I like the look and love the price!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wicker chair:&lt;/span&gt; $49 at Pier One about 5 years ago.  We got it on sale and it lived buried under clothes in Stephanie's room until I sent out a search and rescue team to retrieve it for use in the living room.  It occasionally gets buried in clothes here too... the dumping pla&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqFgiGCMnI/AAAAAAAAAtk/tGwpQ1H5hVg/s1600-h/home5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqFgiGCMnI/AAAAAAAAAtk/tGwpQ1H5hVg/s200/home5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357741500665049714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce for clean laundry before it's folded and put away.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decor:&lt;/span&gt; Ok, there's a long list and I won't go into detail on all of it.  I almost never pay full price.  I watch the ads for Michaels, Joanns, Hobby Lobby, etc. and I make good use of coupons. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pillows:&lt;/span&gt; about $75, which includes the fabric and the pillow forms.  I like sewing home decor stuff. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baskets:&lt;/span&gt; $60. That's for the two in the entertainment center, two in the coffee table, and one smaller one for mail (over by the computer stuff). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ficus:&lt;/span&gt; free.  My aunt or grandma gave it to my mom and I talked about stealing it all the time.  One day she said I could have it.  I love it. And I love that I could use something that someone else no longer had a use for.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birdcage:&lt;/span&gt; $20 on clearance at Target like 6 years ago. (not really pictured - it's on the hope chest).  This is one of those pieces that can be used anywhere.  It's large, but I've used it in my bedroom and under my console table.  I like having it out here in the living room. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other:&lt;/span&gt; old books, vases, a globe armillary, an antique phone, a silver candlestick, various frames, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I estimated a total of about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1857&lt;/span&gt; for everything except electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still so much to be done in the room.  In the corner you didn't see in the photos, I have a console table being used as a desk.  The table is getting a makeover this week and I'm so excited to have that done.  I've also got a leather parsons chair and a decorative shadowbox frame over there.  Perhaps when the table's done I'll share some photos of that.  I'm also buying curtains because I'm seriously tired of these renter drapes. Fugly.  And I may add a ribbon to the bottom of the lampshade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also on the lookout for something to put on that shelf above the couch.  I'm just not sure what I want there.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3175901265934522021?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3175901265934522021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3175901265934522021' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3175901265934522021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3175901265934522021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-pace.html' title='my $pace'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SlqBBsgOOTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/z-wJX8nXnSM/s72-c/home2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6852167054895878950</id><published>2009-06-24T07:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:48:14.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random confession</title><content type='html'>When I strip*, I do so while humming the Perry Mason theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pretend to strip or change my shirt while my sister is in the room... I have no reason to strip for real :( lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6852167054895878950?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6852167054895878950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6852167054895878950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6852167054895878950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6852167054895878950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-confession.html' title='random confession'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3406489912140660610</id><published>2009-06-17T06:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:10:59.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a nothing post</title><content type='html'>So, I have nothing to write about, but it's been so long since I blogged last that I figured I had to get something new up here. Now, a quick run-down of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to eating healthy after a month-long break that started when I got sick and couldn't eat anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have allergies.  Lots of sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 90% finished with a large sewing project that I haven't particularly enjoyed.  Only 10% left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the first 3 hours of work.  We have great conversations which are far from appropriate.  :) -Acemaking, fake pregnancies, women becoming men, human postal scales, inappropriate jokes, etc.  If you don't know what those things are and want to, you'll have to come work my crapjob with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has rained so much this month, which is fantastic.  Thunderstorms are my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a vacation schedule next week that I'm excited for.  The only two things causing me stress are: my car does not have AC(long stupid mechanic story), so it's gonna be a miserable ride.  I don't know where I'm staying either.  Also, I have some things I need to get done before I go and I'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making new watches all the time and having fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a sweet kiss last night.  It was from Mason (my nephew) and I was covered in baby slobber.  He was so happy about having kissed me though.  It was worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a McDonalds last night.  That means I've met my McD's quota for the year.  Once a year seems to be my rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to punch a coworker for taking tomorrow off work.  The early morning hours will be much more boring with him sleeping away at home.  Maybe I'll call him repeatedly to interrupt said sleep.  I'll be bored, so I might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Stardust, which is not a genre I ever thought I'd read, but I'm enjoying it thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirens give me anxiety (I just heard sirens.. that's not just a random comment).  It goes back to one of my earliest memories.  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more stupid ramblings, but I'll spare humanity from having to read them (well- the three people that read my blog...) LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3406489912140660610?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3406489912140660610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3406489912140660610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3406489912140660610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3406489912140660610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-post.html' title='a nothing post'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5710917748867958297</id><published>2009-06-05T08:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:15:23.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>under arrest</title><content type='html'>Last night was awesomely exciting in the perfect way... short-lived, non-scary drama.  Just a crazy situation and lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the porch with Jen and Austin (almost 3) came over with some handcuffs and told me that I was under arrest.  Jen warned me NOT to let Austin put the cuffs on me because they are real and they didn't have a key.  I played along with Austin without being cuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, Kassie (almost 12) and her friend came back from their bike ride.  Jen and I looked up from our conversation and realized one second too late that Stevie had cuffed Kassie... I stayed outside with Mason while Jen oiled Kassie's wrist and tried to slide the cuffs off.  There were tears and frustration, but Kassie remained cuffed.  Jen called her Ex (Brandon, a cop) and asked him to swing by with a handcuff key.  He explained that he couldn't get away, but that he would dispatch someone from Logan City to come unlock the cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer Hoth arrived like some actual emergency was taking place and declared that his handcuff key didn't fit and that the cuffs were actually a toy.  Ok, fine.  These are the most realistic TOY cuffs I've ever seen. The neighbors started to gather as the cop tried numerous things to get those cuffs off.  Nothing seemed to work.  He even called his wife to see if their kids had a set of toy handcuffs.  They didn't.  Brandon called back to see if we'd had any luck yet and offered to come by with a bolt cutter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper clip finally did the trick and Kassie was freed.  Those cuffs found their way to the dumpster so we won't find ourselves reliving this situation again. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5710917748867958297?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5710917748867958297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5710917748867958297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5710917748867958297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5710917748867958297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/06/under-arrest.html' title='under arrest'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6918061939295786848</id><published>2009-05-31T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:38:44.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>So, this week FLEW by.  I didn't work much and I slept a lot.  Sounds great, right?  It wasn't.  As much as I'd love to never work again, I am so much more productive when I do.  This week wasn't so much lazy as it was sick.  I got a nasty stomach bug from my niece and nephews and spent the better part of three days asleep.  That beat the alternative activity I had to deal with when I was awake...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm finally starting to feel better.  With increased energy and motivation, I finally listed some watches for sale.  I'll get more posted throughout the week, but for now -  you can see what's for sale &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5840126"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6918061939295786848?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6918061939295786848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6918061939295786848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6918061939295786848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6918061939295786848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5168586110449407850</id><published>2009-05-20T16:52:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:18:06.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>watch these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSK5UeS9zI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_FkNafI48TY/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSK5UeS9zI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_FkNafI48TY/s200/yellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338044175693838130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSKy6tAZII/AAAAAAAAAsU/8TJkL2zT8iI/s1600-h/woody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSKy6tAZII/AAAAAAAAAsU/8TJkL2zT8iI/s200/woody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338044065696998530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSKr-5KICI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9Ymj0BeO2G8/s1600-h/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSKr-5KICI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9Ymj0BeO2G8/s200/purple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338043946562625570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSOTjUtZlI/AAAAAAAAAs8/AgitA-WIVGI/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSOTjUtZlI/AAAAAAAAAs8/AgitA-WIVGI/s200/green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338047924891641426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSOPcWClvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6v4oFUyAvTo/s1600-h/copper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSOPcWClvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6v4oFUyAvTo/s200/copper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338047854298699506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I start a new project, I tend to get a wee bit obsessive.  These are the watches I've made this week (be sure to click the photos to enlarge).  I am having so much fun I can barely contain myself!  LOL What other colors do you like or suggest that I make?  I DO plan to sell watches/bands in my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop, but I wanted to get some made before I started listing them.  Custom orders and pre-orders are available if you're interested. One thing that I really like about these is that the bands are interchangeable, so you can buy one watch face and then just swap the bands out to coordinate with your wardrobe.  On the other hand, I think I'm in love with some of these watch faces and I want one of each for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5168586110449407850?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5168586110449407850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5168586110449407850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5168586110449407850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5168586110449407850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-these.html' title='watch these...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ShSK5UeS9zI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_FkNafI48TY/s72-c/yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1689214250450505297</id><published>2009-05-20T08:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:22:40.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random confession</title><content type='html'>When I was younger (ages 12-15), I used to go to Kings and arrange the dolls in the dollhouse so that they were in naughty poses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1689214250450505297?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1689214250450505297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1689214250450505297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1689214250450505297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1689214250450505297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-confession.html' title='random confession'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3815840586763717444</id><published>2009-05-15T18:39:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:57:38.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swatches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sg4L1zAGlpI/AAAAAAAAArk/xPvn1oHYEvc/s1600-h/swatch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sg4L1zAGlpI/AAAAAAAAArk/xPvn1oHYEvc/s200/swatch1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336215627332228754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found myself oddly fascinated with book bindings last week and set out to try making a book.  I wanted something small and simple.  I also needed a way to take fabric samples with me when I'm shopping and trying to match things.  Thus, my swatch book was created.  I'm crazy and picked my color scheme based on the head of the pin I wanted to use. Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sg4L7GzarBI/AAAAAAAAArs/pnA1LtgyrQs/s1600-h/swatch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sg4L7GzarBI/AAAAAAAAArs/pnA1LtgyrQs/s200/swatch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336215718547074066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coptic_binding"&gt;Coptic binding&lt;/a&gt; is simple.  It does take some coordination and practice.  Mine is FAR from perfect, but it was fun to go out and learn something new.  I watched a great &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHAJyzzb4EE&amp;feature=channel"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; online and also read through some instructions &lt;a href="http://www.cat-sidh.net/Tutorials/Binding.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I liked that I didn't need any special tools and it didn't use adhesive.  Another great feature of this binding is that it opens flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sg4MOd3zE_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IELPX2MOeMc/s1600-h/swatch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sg4MOd3zE_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IELPX2MOeMc/s200/swatch3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336216051156980722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to make another book one of these days... to get more practice, mostly.  It's hard to tell dimensions from the pictures.  The book is about 4.5"x5"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3815840586763717444?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3815840586763717444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3815840586763717444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3815840586763717444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3815840586763717444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/swatches.html' title='swatches'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/Sg4L1zAGlpI/AAAAAAAAArk/xPvn1oHYEvc/s72-c/swatch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-979237030222140236</id><published>2009-05-11T20:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:12:58.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession</title><content type='html'>I love making jewelry, but I have a new obsession... watches!  They are fun and easy and so dang cute!  Here's my very first one.  She's feminine and reminds me of neopolitan :)  There are MANY more in the works.  And there will be some in my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; once my online purchases get here and I can get them designed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SgjaG3mLikI/AAAAAAAAAqk/7PYM7HezPYU/s1600-h/watch1.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SgjaG3mLikI/AAAAAAAAAqk/7PYM7HezPYU/s400/watch1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334753570158512706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SgjaLF2mWoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Ks3LF3xeE9k/s1600-h/watch2.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SgjaLF2mWoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Ks3LF3xeE9k/s400/watch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334753642704951938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SgjaOQbJlxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/qC51Uj8ZdJ4/s1600-h/watch3.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SgjaOQbJlxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/qC51Uj8ZdJ4/s400/watch3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334753697082218258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-979237030222140236?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/979237030222140236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=979237030222140236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/979237030222140236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/979237030222140236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsession.html' title='obsession'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SgjaG3mLikI/AAAAAAAAAqk/7PYM7HezPYU/s72-c/watch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-650439005455656255</id><published>2009-05-11T16:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:24:23.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on the wagon</title><content type='html'>Steph, Jen, and I changed our eating habits back in March.  We cut out white flour, and strictly limited sugar.  I'd done this before and lost 30 pounds without effort - beside giving up yummy food, anyway.  I wanted to lose some weight again, plus I remember how good I felt when I was eating better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my motivators was fear.  My family health history reads like a horror story and I wanted to do everything in my power to avoid such things as diabetes, heart disease, cancer, etc.  My dad has diabetes and I've seen more medical crap than one should.  I saw his failing eyesight, heart attacks, bypass surgery, hospital stays, dialysis, and a kidney transplant in a short two years and KNEW that IF such things could be avoided, I was gonna do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, those 30 pounds came right off.  I took about 3 months and I just felt SO good.  I had way more energy, could think more clearly, my skin cleared up, and I required less sleep.  Alas, I plateaued and found myself out of town (incidentally, for my dad's kidney transplant) - which makes it harder for me to stick to a diet and fell off the wagon.  I gained it all back, plus some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've been eating well and feeling great.  We've all lost 15+ pounds (I've lost 19!) and we're motivated to stick to it.  We felt we'd have more diet-stamina if we occasionally allowed ourselves to eat a treat, so we enjoyed a delicious fruit pizza on Mother's Day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you eliminate white flour for a period of time and then eat it again, you can clearly tell how much it affects you.  I start acting like I'm drunk (well, what I assume I'd be if I drank) - not so much impaired judgement, but my obscenity filter vanishes and I slur.  I swore a lot in traffic.  Anyway... Steph got sick.  My dad suggested that maybe her blood sugar was high and offered to test it for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diabetes is this fear in the back of my mind.  I always wonder and worry that my sugars will be high and then I get paranoid about a diagnosis, etc.  I asked him to test mine as well.  So far, so good.  I was at 127 after eating dinner, 2 cookies, and a bunch of fruit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back on the wagon today.  I actually missed eating well.  I enjoy feeling well and knowing that I do have some control over that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-650439005455656255?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/650439005455656255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=650439005455656255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/650439005455656255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/650439005455656255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-wagon.html' title='on the wagon'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3606972277617044472</id><published>2009-05-08T06:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:37:40.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>torture</title><content type='html'>I've been a bad blogger lately. Truth be told, I find myself so mentally drained at the end of the day that I can't create a coherent sentence. Work was been rough and it's taking everything I've got to just survive my 40 hours a week. I am so very grateful to have a job, don't get me wrong, but gratitude doesn't overcome frustration. Not where my job is concerned, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic dream last night. In it, I had what I wanted. Non-material things that I'm unable to get on my own when I'm awake. I was so blissfully happy, I can't even explain it. Morning came and the alarm disrupted my dream and I felt so lost and lonely. I want to go to that place again, but in a way that cannot be interrupted by the torturous beep of my alarm clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3606972277617044472?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3606972277617044472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3606972277617044472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3606972277617044472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3606972277617044472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/torture_08.html' title='torture'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3006303746506101208</id><published>2009-05-08T06:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:59:16.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend to do:</title><content type='html'>work on sewing project: &lt;br /&gt;Did some, need to do some more.  I'm sewing a nursery set for my cousin Katie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;make a coptic-bound book:&lt;br /&gt;Done!  I actually made/took apart/remade the same book three times to try new techniques and get it how I wanted it.  It was fun and I can definitely see myself making more little books.  I'm going to decorate the cover and then I'll post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay bills (credit card, student loan):&lt;br /&gt;Paid the credit card, will pay the student loan in a few days.  It's not due yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;create some new jewelry creations:&lt;br /&gt;Made 2 cute watches and I'm so addicted!  I just bought a ton more watch faces online (because in town they are marked up 300%!!!).  I need to also make a necklace for a custom order - Thanks, Melinda - and a few other little projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photograph and list items on &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, but soon.  I need to do this badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go see "Peter Pan" at Old Barn:&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY spaced it.  I've been planning this for like a month, was reminded Friday, and still forgot to go.  Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch date with Jen and Steph on Sat:&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun time out with my girlies.  And the two babies.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attend church:&lt;br /&gt;Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do something for mother's day:&lt;br /&gt;Had a great get-together with my parents, Jen + kids, and Steph and I.  We had planned for kabobs and fruit pizza, but the grill wasn't cooperating.  We improvised and cooked the chicken in the oven and made a stir fry with all the veggies.  Yum.  It was a beautiful day.  I spent time outside with a sleeping baby's dead weight on my chest (love that!).  Enjoyed spending time with my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3006303746506101208?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3006303746506101208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3006303746506101208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3006303746506101208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3006303746506101208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-to-do.html' title='weekend to do:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8097024416500978200</id><published>2009-04-24T15:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:41:41.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good</title><content type='html'>I survived work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing an adorable new outfit.&lt;br /&gt;I get to have my favorite meal for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging out with Jen tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I might go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I only work half-day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas for many fun projects.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the lookout for a new purse.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being featured on a blog (well, my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5840126"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop is).  And there is a &lt;a href="http://devsfavoritegiveaways.blogspot.com/"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;.  Go there and enter for a chance to win!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8097024416500978200?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8097024416500978200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8097024416500978200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8097024416500978200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8097024416500978200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-good.html' title='life is good'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3069189250013734241</id><published>2009-04-07T11:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:46:05.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the mood...</title><content type='html'>I want nothing more than to be creative!  I haven't decided if I want to scrapbook, sew, or work on one of my many other projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doped up on claritin-D + mucinex + ibuprofen and I'm amazed I'm doing as well as I am today considering I had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; one hour of sleep last night.  I am always so excited for the snow to melt, but it only takes me a day or two to miss it.  It seems the snow covers everything I'm allergic to.  I definitely have a cold or something too.  I've got a fever/chills, couching, etc.  Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3069189250013734241?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3069189250013734241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3069189250013734241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3069189250013734241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3069189250013734241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-mood.html' title='in the mood...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2279962784831501028</id><published>2009-04-01T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:04:45.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious</title><content type='html'>I have craved the same meal every night for almost two weeks and I indulged myself tonight... A fabulous chicken salad from &lt;a href="http://www.costavida.net/menu/index.html"&gt;Costa Vida&lt;/a&gt; and rasperry ice Crystal Light.  Yeah, it was freaking awesome. (My salad had no rice and none of those weird crunchy tortilla things on top, nor did I eat the tortilla underneath - I'm being very selective of the carbs I consume and I've lost 10 pounds in the last four weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, nothing is new.  I've been adding things to my &lt;a href="http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-do-list.html"&gt;to do list&lt;/a&gt; below at a slightly faster rate than I'm crossing things off.  I'm not too worried about it.  None of the things on that list are VITAL, rather they're things I would like to have done.  I'm working on some home organization and decoration projects and it has been a lot of fun (except for dropping a box on my foot - that hurt! LOL)I hope to have several of those projects out of the way after this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2279962784831501028?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2279962784831501028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2279962784831501028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2279962784831501028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2279962784831501028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/04/delicious.html' title='delicious'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8013238102781742383</id><published>2009-03-27T11:59:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:21:30.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to do list:</title><content type='html'>I've been in this weird funk where I only get things done if I write them on a list of some sort.  I've always been a list-maker, but I have always been able to get things accomplished that were not on the list as well.  Oh well, I'll go with the flow.  &lt;br /&gt;My to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make new duvet cover. And pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a new bedskirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Change the sheets on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Buy brackets for a shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish painting the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang the shelf. And decorate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Gather all the stuff that needs to go to storage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Take a trip to my parents house to store my crap in their basement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort the crap already stored there and give some to DI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Vacuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry: &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;whites, colors, jeans, towels, and bedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Fold and put away all that laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Make a menu and a shopping list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Go grocery shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Make new jewelry items for my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Buy protective film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Cut protective film to fit the viewing screen on my new camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the new camera manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a good weight-training DVD.  Any suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Catch up on Bones and Office.  Maybe just Bones. Office is lacking this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbook. Nothing specific. Just to prove to myself that I'm still capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send the cards I started making in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Sand and stain the tray for my bedroom table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Buy a new pair of pants... I ripped my favorites on Monday :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something bold and courageous. Very non-specific, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to be of service to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my ass to church.  Yeah, I see the irony in "ass" and "church" being in the same sentence.  Just proof how badly I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Wash walls,&lt;/span&gt; windows, &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;and baseboards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort toys in the toy drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Maybe go to a movie. Because I never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Research painting and distressing techniques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get laid.  You know, just in case I forget to add this to the appropriate list at the appropriate time (and because my coworker stood over me and said "add get laid to your list").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy paint to change up an accent table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Impulsively buy and assemble a new accent chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Sort and organize my huge bead stash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Buy new towels for the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Go to the post office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Mail rent check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Plan menu for Jen's birthday party this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Pick 3 books for the book club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Buy Jen flowers as a favor to Steven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Take a much-needed nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of other things to add to this list. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8013238102781742383?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8013238102781742383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8013238102781742383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8013238102781742383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8013238102781742383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-do-list.html' title='to do list:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8883556017032644952</id><published>2009-03-12T20:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:57:07.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wallflower</title><content type='html'>My mom once told me of an experience she has while she was expecting me.  Someone asked her what I would be named and she replied; "Emily."  The person asking said; "Oh don't name her Emily.  Emily's tend to be wallflowers."  My mom thought; "No child of mine will ever be a wallflower, so I'll name her Emily anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I'm a wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being very shy as a child. Sometimes ridiculously so.  It didn't help that we moved a lot (21 times in 21 years!)which made it hard to find the motivation to "invest" in a relationship, knowing we'd be moving again soon.  I focused on being friends with my family (and my siblings are still my 3 very best friends!).  I have always gotten along well with people, I'm just slow to let them in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, I had a lot of friends.  I was social and busy with "social activities" 5 or so days a week.  Someone commented that I was a "social butterfly," which was the weirdest term I'd ever heard used to describe ME.  It was fun and I was happy.  I'm not sure how I went from "wallflower" to "social butterfly" in a matter of months, but it was fulfilling in a very new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had an experience that resulted in a loss of all trust.  I pulled away from everyone.  I completely withdrew and quickly built walls all around myself.  It was the only way I knew to protect myself from being hurt again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I realized it has been four years since I had that experience.  I have long since forgiven those that hurt me and I've repaired my relationships with them.  In fact, we're close friends again.  However, I still have walls all around me and I honestly have no idea how to tear them down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I DO have great friends, I just don't ever do anything.  I want to break out of my hermit shell a couple times a week.  And I want to find ways to let others in more easily.  The life I want for myself is not the one I'm living and the only way I can get there is to break those walls down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8883556017032644952?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8883556017032644952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8883556017032644952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8883556017032644952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8883556017032644952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wallflower.html' title='wallflower'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3869722845030591642</id><published>2009-03-07T13:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:39:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never fear...</title><content type='html'>I'm still here.  I've just been sick with a nasty cold.  It's making the rounds at work and starts with "Man, my throat hurts!"  Those very words came from my mouth Sunday afternoon and by Monday morning, I was MISERABLE.  I took a day off and slept until every part of my body hurt.  Oh, and Dayquil makes me so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to feel a little better.  I've got several fun little projects going, which I will share pictures of soon because they're more interesting than hearing about my latest illness. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3869722845030591642?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3869722845030591642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3869722845030591642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3869722845030591642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3869722845030591642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-fear.html' title='never fear...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6929720836024104554</id><published>2009-02-23T08:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:30:38.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so.very.angry.</title><content type='html'>I use a prepaid cell phone because I hardly use it (except to text) and I can't justify spending a chunk for a monthly plan.  I've had no complaints with my service for the past 2 years... until now.  I had the feeling that my minutes were rapidly disappearing, but I convinced myself I was just using it more than I realized.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gone through the 300 minutes in 2 months time, so I was alarmed when I got down to 50 minutes remaining last Friday.  In a matter of 6 texts sent and received, I was completely out of minutes.  (That should have cost me a total of 6 minutes).  I was away from home until late Friday, so I emailed my phone company that night.  They replied and told me to call tech support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by a general rule: don't ask for a supervisor.  They can't do more than a regular agent, so don't waste your time or theirs.  However, the agent I spoke to today was completely inept.  She had me on hold for 70% of the call while she "checked something with her supervisor" and she just seemed new and inexperienced at her job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really nice and patient on the phone.  Supervisors get treated SO poorly by people that are angry or feel entitled to things.  I should know.  It's what I do for a living.  Anyway, this supervisor got on the line and was very unhelpful.  She was rude, defensive, condescending, and literally could not subtract .5 from 227 without the use of a calculator and three minutes of my time.  When all was said and done, my phone is still not fixed and I screamed at a stranger on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she could give me as many as 300 courtesy minutes for the problem (I've gone through more than 100 just this weekend because of the issue) and in the same breath told me that it would be 100 because I didn't call sooner to report the problem (um, noticed the problem Friday night and was out of town on Saturday. bite me) and that she was only going to issue 30 because I couldn't tell her how many text messages I've sent while having this issue.  She told me she was punishing me for not calling the second I thought there might be an issue.  Silly me.  I thought the phone should handle that so I didn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got angry.  And I screamed at her for about 30 seconds.  And hung up.  I was most angry because the phone is still not working and I had to waste 17.5 minutes (of test texts) proving to the sup that there was an issue.  I don't want to call again.  Both representatives of their company failed at something simple. Neither offered solutions. Neither wanted to help.  So, I'm venting to cool off before I come up with a solution of my own.  I like this company and the rate I pay, so I don't cant to cancel, but I have to figure something out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6929720836024104554?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6929720836024104554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6929720836024104554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6929720836024104554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6929720836024104554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/02/soveryangry.html' title='so.very.angry.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2297662598584451736</id><published>2009-02-16T18:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:07:53.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker</title><content type='html'>I've been posting to my blog so infrequently.  Oh well.  I think I have three people that read it.  LOL.  I have been busy, sick, and in a funk.  Not all at the same time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I went to Katie's house last weekend.  It was nice to just do something different.  We usually play a couple rounds of "what do you want to do tonight?" before one of us sits down at the computer and the other falls asleep on the couch.  So, it felt great to break out of our routine.  We did some shopping and talking and taught Katie to make jewelry.  Oddly, the Walmart in American Fork is less busy than Walmart is in Logan.  I figure there are just more stores to choose from down there.  Walmart here is a madhouse unless you're there before 9:00 am (and even then you wait in line 20 minutes because they have so few checkers open.  Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, I took Maverick (my nephew) to the doctor.  He broke his collarbone a couple months ago and has been in a brace forever.  Jen was sick, so I got to take him in for his x-rays and then he got the brace off.  I've never broken a bone, so it was kinda fascinating to watch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got what Jen and all the kids had and missed two days of work.  I literally slept those two days away.  I went back for one day and then had a weekend, which has also been filled with lots of sleep.  I'm feeling better now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2297662598584451736?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2297662598584451736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2297662598584451736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2297662598584451736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2297662598584451736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacker.html' title='slacker'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6150335507479647937</id><published>2009-02-07T05:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:56:48.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one word</title><content type='html'>Where is your cell phone?.......purse&lt;br /&gt;Your hair ..........curly&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing? ...........life&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night?.....recurring&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite drink? ...........water&lt;br /&gt;Your dream/goal? ...........fitness&lt;br /&gt;The room you are in? ......cubicle (at work)&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? .........rejection&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years?.......Home&lt;br /&gt;Muffins? .............poppyseed&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items?..........camera&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? ...........Tremonton&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? .......organized&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?.......butter... lol&lt;br /&gt;Your TV?...........dvds&lt;br /&gt;Your pets? .......zero&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? .....reliable&lt;br /&gt;Your life? .........hermit&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? .........happy&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?..........always&lt;br /&gt;Your car?........paid&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store?.....anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? .....air-conditioned&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color?...all&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? ....today&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? .......january&lt;br /&gt;Three people who email me? ....ebay, amazon, spammers&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite foods? ......mushrooms, chocolate, vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Three places I would rather be right now? .....home, shopping, cuddling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6150335507479647937?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6150335507479647937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6150335507479647937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6150335507479647937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6150335507479647937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-word.html' title='one word'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6694951104336377200</id><published>2009-01-29T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:49:38.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wardrobe malfunction</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't embarrass easily, which is a really good thing because I constantly do ridiculous things.  What follows is the story of my unfortunate wardrobe malfunction yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working away at my desk and felt something kinda weird in my lap.  I looked down and saw that my pants were completely undone (think slacks - a zipper, two hooks, and a button) and hanging open.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a vague recollection of thinking it hadn't taken very long to use the bathroom after lunch. Now I knew why.  I had simply pulled them up, tucked in my tank top, and straightened my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky that I was stuck at my desk all day.  Walking around would have resulted in those slacks finding their way down to my ankles.  That would have been humorously awful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go thinking that I was flashing all my coworkers.  I wear a pair of leggings or long johns under my slacks to keep warm in the winter.  Plus, my shirt was longish - almost long enough to completely cover the hanging flaps of my slacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Just another day in my life. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6694951104336377200?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6694951104336377200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6694951104336377200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6694951104336377200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6694951104336377200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/01/wardrobe-malfunction.html' title='wardrobe malfunction'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2965776573156347477</id><published>2009-01-28T09:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:13:01.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good and not-so-good</title><content type='html'>I had the greatest set of roommates back in my college days.  It's been eight years since we lived together, but it feels like it was yesterday.  Five of us met up at Olive Garden in Layton on Saturday.  We ate dinner and did a quick little catch-up on our lives.  It was nice to see everyone again.  Of the 6 of us, there are three nurses, two elementary school teachers, and me - the drop out!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed early Saturday night because I literally could not stay awake.  Sunday, I had no energy and just laid in bed watching movies on my portable dvd player.  Monday, I was feeling okay, so I ran errands.  That wiped me out and I spent the rest of the day being lazy.  Yesterday, I was sick. Achy, nauseous, exhausted.  I had a headache too.  I called in sick and spent the day dozing in and out.  I managed to clean my bedroom (halfway) though.  Today, I pushed myself to work and I shouldn't have.  I hurt everywhere.  I'm starving and the thought of food makes me want to vomit.  My head is pounding.  And, its taking a great deal of effort to keep my eyes open.  I really should have taken another sick day, but I always feel so guilty when my coworkers are short-handed. Sigh. Today is day 5 of being sick.  I'm hoping to be better in just 2 days.  I don't know what I'll do if I have 5 more days of this to endure. UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2965776573156347477?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2965776573156347477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2965776573156347477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2965776573156347477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2965776573156347477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-and-not-so-good.html' title='good and not-so-good'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8283558487992974775</id><published>2009-01-17T16:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:42:31.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving forward</title><content type='html'>I've had a really rough couple of days.  It seems like every 3-4 months I have a couple days where I can't handle ANYTHING.  I wish I could blame it on PMS, but it's just some other cyclical bitchiness.  I usually end up crying for a day and then I'm back to normal for 3-4 months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure the tears will come this time though.  I just spent 20 minutes with a good friend of mine and my mood is so much better.  Who knew that something so simple could help so much.  I am so happy now that I can't remember how badly my morning went (ok, I can if I try, but I don't want to).  I want to move forward with this much better mood and keep this tingly/happy feeling as long as I possibly can!  And, tonight I'm spending time with another friend.  Take out, a movie, and some girl-talk.  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8283558487992974775?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8283558487992974775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8283558487992974775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8283558487992974775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8283558487992974775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-ahead.html' title='moving forward'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2492361641769823105</id><published>2009-01-07T17:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:21:03.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>I haven't always understood that happiness is a choice.  I think I figured that out in my late teens, but it's made SUCH a difference in how I live/interact/view life and those around me.  It can still be difficult to choose happiness on days that are just flat-out crummy, but I think that's when it's MOST important.  I've been having mostly good days lately and here are ten reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Christmas is OVER!!  January may be my favorite month of the year for this very reason.  My tree is still up and we may leave it up for a while because I like it, it's not in my way, and well, I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Being creative.  I've been working on several projects around the house, plus jewelry and scrapbooking.  I am honestly happiest when I'm doing something creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Having a clean house.  I love when my home is clean.  It's far from spotless, but the dishes are done and the clutter is at a minimum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Hearing from friends. Whether that be through email, postal mail, blogs, phone calls, IM's, text messages, etc.  It makes me so happy to just connect with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I have a HUGE crush on a guy-friend of mine.  Enough said, right?!  I talk to him every day and wow. Just wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Adding people to the hitlist in Mafia Wars (on Facebook).  Seriously.  It is so freaking awesome and makes me smile each and every time.  I added one person to the hitlist because they spelled their own username wrong.  It felt good.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Going to bed early.  Some people feel bad for me if they hear that I went to bed early.  Honestly, it feels awesome to climb into bed before you're completely exhausted and just relax there while you reflect on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- My niece and nephews.  I love them to pieces.  They are so adorable and it is so fun to see them grow and learn new things.  Makes me excited for my own kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Work. I have a decent job and coworkers that I get along with most of the time (there may have been some drama today... oops).  It provides me with structure and income and job skills that I may not have gained had I chosen a different job. Sure, my job can be super stressful, but it has benefits as well that generally even things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- My home.  I've never lived anywhere as long as I've lived here and I love it.  I will be so sad when it comes time to leave.  It has become a part of who I am in a lot of ways.  I love that I can escape here.  I can be private and reclusive if I want.  I get alone time here.  I really just adore being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's making you happy right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2492361641769823105?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2492361641769823105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2492361641769823105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2492361641769823105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2492361641769823105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6036590069250799448</id><published>2009-01-04T10:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:04:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cake at midnight</title><content type='html'>I work early in the morning, which means I'm out of bed by 4:30am most days.  I don't mind it.  It's my routine.  That also means I'm rarely up past 10:30.  Last night, Steph and I went to Jen's to chill with her and the babies.  I got drowsy watching movies, but once those were over and we started chatting, I was awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 12:30am, Jen and Steph had a craving for cake, so we started baking. We talked while we baked and had a good time while we waited. I made it to 2:40 before I could not keep my eyes open for another second and crashed into bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a headache.  This happens when I mess up my sleep.  Oh well, I'll get through.  Nothing monumental happened last night, but our cake at midnight will be a fun memory anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6036590069250799448?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6036590069250799448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6036590069250799448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6036590069250799448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6036590069250799448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2009/01/cake-at-midnight.html' title='cake at midnight'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1009349423523580499</id><published>2008-12-31T06:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:45:29.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time...</title><content type='html'>I have been slacking on the blog lately and I don't really feel bad about it.  We had Holidays, travelling, illness, and a bout of negativism.  Anyway, I think things are picking up a little.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had family parties on Christmas Eve at Steve and Jen's house, Christmas Brunch here, Christmas Dinner at Steven and Jen's again (my parents were snowed in at home with no power so we missed seeing them), and then Saturday with my dad's extended family in Centerville, and Sunday with my mom's extended family in Orem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworkers have been passing around a nasty stomach bug and I started feeling it on Christmas Eve.  I missed work on Friday and slept most of the day.  I thought that was done, but I went to bed last night feeling pretty nauseous and woke up feeling it as well.  Plus, I think I'm getting a cold on top of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good overall.  I'm busy on some jewelry and scrapbooking projects and I'll try to share photos soon.  Hope things are going well for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1009349423523580499?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1009349423523580499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1009349423523580499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1009349423523580499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1009349423523580499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time.html' title='long time...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1883185427197733380</id><published>2008-12-23T16:28:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:49:23.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift idea'/><title type='text'>no peeking...</title><content type='html'>This year, we had 90% of our shopping done before December and it has been awesome.  Here's what we did for family this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SVF0tS5w92I/AAAAAAAAApc/4ttkYDzgt3I/s1600-h/gifty.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SVF0tS5w92I/AAAAAAAAApc/4ttkYDzgt3I/s400/gifty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283132159399360354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found the huge red bowls at Walmart for like 1.97 and I ordered vinyl lettering for them from &lt;a href="http://onceuponadesign.typepad.com/"&gt;onceuponadesign&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know how it'll hold up, to be honest.  I'll tell the recipients to handwash the bowls if they want to preserve the lettering.  I'd kinda like to buy and label a barf bucket now.  We had one growing up that was named "Beeston."  It would be so stinking awesome... Anyway, we followed a movie night theme.  It was fun and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we made jammies for everyone.  It was a lot of fun and a ton of work.  I don't mind spending time on a gift, but it was stressful.  We bought tons of flannel way in advance and then waited until a week before Christmas to actually make them, so there was a major time crunch and not enough enjoyment in the project.  This year, I did a lot of online shopping and was done in just a couple hours.  Perfection! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SVF2zyTkFxI/AAAAAAAAApk/7ec5hZSjfZI/s1600-h/scrooge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SVF2zyTkFxI/AAAAAAAAApk/7ec5hZSjfZI/s200/scrooge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283134469931538194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this today.  Just the wrapper.  Not the chocolate.  My coworker thought it would be a nice reminder for me.  (It says: Holiday magic starts from within) I happen to like being Scrooge-ish. Haha.  He thinks I'm bad for being cranky for four weeks out of the year and he's cranky for 52 of them ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1883185427197733380?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1883185427197733380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1883185427197733380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1883185427197733380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1883185427197733380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-peeking.html' title='no peeking...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SVF0tS5w92I/AAAAAAAAApc/4ttkYDzgt3I/s72-c/gifty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8300622598118789681</id><published>2008-12-15T11:11:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:18:28.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hooked on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUafEsxoFaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/q3XDW8Lc2oo/s1600-h/hooked-on-holiday-house-tours3.jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUafEsxoFaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/q3XDW8Lc2oo/s200/hooked-on-holiday-house-tours3.jpg.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280082516226086306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday House Tours! Check it out at the &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2008/12/14/hooked-on-holiday-house-tours-let-the-party-begin/"&gt;Hooked on Houses blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I love houses and decorating, so these online 'parties' are so much fun!  In past years, I've done more decorating, but I scaled back some and I'm glad that I did.  There's enough decor, but not so much that its overwhelming.  I definitely don't want to repeat last year - I got tired of the tree being in my way and I took it down a week before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUanQq4fnfI/AAAAAAAAAo8/P0J3FR1NZnA/s1600-h/wreath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUanQq4fnfI/AAAAAAAAAo8/P0J3FR1NZnA/s320/wreath2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280091517969473010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at the front door, I have a fun Christmas wreath.  I like non-traditional colors for decorating, so this lime-y green, pale pink, and light purple is great.  I made it two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUakB_Q3sPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/11yLIcBb1Xo/s1600-h/jars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUakB_Q3sPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/11yLIcBb1Xo/s200/jars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280087967207502066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUal5jho6vI/AAAAAAAAAos/mznCH3ck0c0/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUal5jho6vI/AAAAAAAAAos/mznCH3ck0c0/s200/nativity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280090021345946354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has had this nativity for as long as I can remember and I've lusted after it for as long, so I figured I should get one of my own.  Luckily, I found one last year and bough it for myself.  I love it and I look forward to displaying it every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apothecary jars sit on top of my computer armoire.  One is filled with gold bells and assorted ornaments.  The other is filled with tiny gold pinecones.  I wanted the smaller jar to have faux snow and a fun ornament inside, but I couldn't find an ornament that I liked enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUamnvWciMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/t_ph4Ag15Ag/s1600-h/bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUamnvWciMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/t_ph4Ag15Ag/s200/bowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280090814794205378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUaqPujXZ4I/AAAAAAAAApM/y5oDZDsAjDM/s1600-h/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUaqPujXZ4I/AAAAAAAAApM/y5oDZDsAjDM/s200/mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280094800309610370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the view of the tree from the mirrors hanging on the wall.  If you click the photo, you can see the tree topper.  It's a birdcage ornament that I  wired to the top of the tree and added a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bowl on my coffee table is filled with scented pinecones.  It is festive and fun.  That bowl's contents change according to the season... just last week, it was filled with mini pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUaoMTh_8cI/AAAAAAAAApE/EzOCy_SYq5E/s1600-h/tree1.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUaoMTh_8cI/AAAAAAAAApE/EzOCy_SYq5E/s400/tree1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280092542493258178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I thought it would be fun to make the tree match the decor of the room.  Our color scheme in the living room is aqua/teal, chocolate brown, and muted gold.  To be honest, I wasn't sure it would all come together on the tree.  I bought a little at a time (and carried fabric swatches from my living room so I could match things) and hoped that it would look cohesive and not thrown together.  I'm really pleased with how it turned out and I think we'll stick with this "theme" for a few years. I've decided that it is impossible to take a photo of the tree that will do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUasOs3DvcI/AAAAAAAAApU/iItILV56JQQ/s1600-h/tree4.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUasOs3DvcI/AAAAAAAAApU/iItILV56JQQ/s400/tree4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280096981698723266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by to take a look at my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8300622598118789681?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8300622598118789681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8300622598118789681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8300622598118789681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8300622598118789681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooked-on.html' title='hooked on...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SUafEsxoFaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/q3XDW8Lc2oo/s72-c/hooked-on-holiday-house-tours3.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2023638053272360940</id><published>2008-12-14T07:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:00:05.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling creative!</title><content type='html'>I pondered all the things I could do today as I laid in bed this morning.  I could wrap presents.  I could sew pillows.  I could make jewelry.  I could take photos of jewelry I've already made.  I could scrapbook.  I could venture outside and take some wintery photos.  I could fold the mountain of clean clothes and put them away.  I could sew the duvet for my bedroom makeover.  Honestly, I could waste my whole day trying to decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been awake for 20 minutes and I've made my decision.  I'm gonna tackle the pillows, then the mountain of clean clothes, and then scrapbook.  I hope this creative vibe sees me through tomorrow too.  I need to recharge and being creative helps me do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2023638053272360940?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2023638053272360940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2023638053272360940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2023638053272360940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2023638053272360940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-creative.html' title='feeling creative!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-4726072750246154570</id><published>2008-12-08T11:11:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:56:38.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the 6th day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://heatherannmelzer.typepad.com/heather_anns_web_land/"&gt;Heather Melzer&lt;/a&gt; has been doing a fun "12 Days of Holiday Cheer" giveaway this month and I offered up one of my necklaces for a giveaway.  So, if you want to win a gorgeous necklace or one of her other great prizes, be sure to stop by her &lt;a href="http://heatherannmelzer.typepad.com/heather_anns_web_land/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ST1kCM7cy6I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-yH3RTubNQg/s1600-h/day6.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ST1kCM7cy6I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-yH3RTubNQg/s400/day6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277484327341181858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The necklace is also available in my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=18410738"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-4726072750246154570?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/4726072750246154570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=4726072750246154570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4726072750246154570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4726072750246154570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='on the 6th day...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/ST1kCM7cy6I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-yH3RTubNQg/s72-c/day6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7527777607203492571</id><published>2008-12-04T16:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:00:35.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>tree time!</title><content type='html'>Last year, I got so tired of having the tree in my way that I took it down a week before Christmas.  I had strangers stop me at work to tell me how sad that made them.  Whatever. Scrooge can do what she wants. LOL.  As much as I dislike Christmas, I do love putting up a tree and displaying my nativity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SThu8j2xRdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4tuLd5oTu2c/s1600-h/tree1.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/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SThu8j2xRdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4tuLd5oTu2c/s400/tree1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276088950160704978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smarter this year and bought a 4.5' tree that fits perfectly atop the chest I have under my living room window.  I should have done this YEARS ago.  We have changed themes every year and kinda wanted something that matched the decor of our living room (aqua/teal, brown, and muted gold). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought a few sets of ornaments in the past month or so and hoped that I'd be able to make them work together.  I actually LOVE how it looks.  I'll try to get a decent photo of the whole tree and share that later.  It'll take some practice though... photographing a tree is hard work (for me, anyway!) LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7527777607203492571?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7527777607203492571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7527777607203492571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7527777607203492571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7527777607203492571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-time.html' title='tree time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SThu8j2xRdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4tuLd5oTu2c/s72-c/tree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8845696670162244792</id><published>2008-11-30T10:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:01:47.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>using my stash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/STLTVYc2XxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/lSqQ7wivvbU/s1600-h/eva2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/STLTVYc2XxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/lSqQ7wivvbU/s200/eva2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274510477898440466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's one problem with using beads I've had stashed for a long time - I ended up making a necklace that I just love and I'm not able to reproduce it.  Sigh.  Luckily, I was able to track down some very similar beads online, so I'll be able to make a few more. Whew!  That's good, since I had someone ask to purchase one when she saw me wearing it for the first time.  Soon enough, I'll have a few more completed so I can post one in my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8845696670162244792?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8845696670162244792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8845696670162244792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8845696670162244792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8845696670162244792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/using-my-stash.html' title='using my stash'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/STLTVYc2XxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/lSqQ7wivvbU/s72-c/eva2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-777217140979327347</id><published>2008-11-29T07:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:42:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t-day recap</title><content type='html'>We had planned on going to my aunt's house in Centerville, but late Wednesday, she called and said my aunt in Pocatello was hosting instead.  No biggie.  I'm kinda smack dab between the two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a yummy meal and then half the family went shooting and the other half stayed and played games.  Later, we had pie, played pool, ping pong, and wii. I honestly love Thanksgiving.  It takes some planning and preparation, but it ends up being a very laid-back, happy day with people I love and don't get to see much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no lemon pie, but otherwise the day was perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-777217140979327347?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/777217140979327347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=777217140979327347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/777217140979327347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/777217140979327347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-recap.html' title='t-day recap'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2441626777376737504</id><published>2008-11-26T22:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:55:49.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aka Scrooge</title><content type='html'>I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.  I like Thanksgiving, but it marks the beginning of insanity. Five weeks of cranky people, busy stores, and snow.  I really don't like Christmas.  For the record, I hope you (a collective you) love Christmas.  Someone has to and it's not going to be me.  I'm just not that into holidays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shopping is done and I will decorate for the holiday.  I'll find myself at several holiday parties.  I'll probably even bake.  Sadly, I won't enjoy it.  I never do.  I try every year and every year I feel more detached from this season.  Like I'm going though the motions without feeling anything.  I can't wait for 12/26/08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many reasons for feeling this way and I tend to find people that disagree with me and think I'm just cold-hearted or something, so I won't get into it.  Maybe my perspective will change when I have kids.  That would certainly make things more fun.  Until then, you can call me Scrooge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2441626777376737504?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2441626777376737504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2441626777376737504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2441626777376737504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2441626777376737504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/aka-scrooge.html' title='aka Scrooge'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2766313182526489285</id><published>2008-11-25T17:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:30:30.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>So, I caved and created a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; account.  I was bored.  LOL.  It has been fun to find people though. There are people from high school that I forgot about (hey - it's been almost a decade since I graduated), family members that I see only once or twice a year, friends that live far far away, and friends that live a block away that I see only once or twice a year. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a profile is... interesting.  I think I'm boring and can never think of anything interesting to list under "about me" types of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is new to me.  If you're out there and want to be my Facebook friend, let me know or send me an invite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2766313182526489285?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2766313182526489285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2766313182526489285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2766313182526489285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2766313182526489285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7633152106249363616</id><published>2008-11-24T06:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:47:32.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selective senses</title><content type='html'>I am a very visual person.  I love to see things and I learn best by either reading or watching someone else demonstrating. There is only one drawback to being so visual... if I see something, it's very difficult to not see it over and over again in my mind.  Ironically, sight is my only 'flawed' sense. Without corrective lenses, I can't see anything clearly past what is required to read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad loves to share movies with us. He brings a stack for us to watch every time he comes to visit.  He brought one a couple weeks ago and has asked us several times since how we liked it.  It was a war drama.  Probably my two least favorite genres - war and drama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents dropped by yesterday. My mom and Stephanie left to visit my sister-in-law and my cute niece and adorable nephews and my dad suggested He and I watch this movie he's talked so much about.  After about 10 minutes, I'd seen things I didn't care to see.  I got up to use the bathroom and I took out my contacts.  I then "watched" another hour of this movie with him before I went to bed. The sounds of the movie and the dialogue didn't bother me at all. The images definitely did, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe I was wrong to not just tell him I didn't want to watch it, but he was so excited for me to see it and I didn't want to let him down.  I figure we were able to spend some time together and that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Mom - don't tell Dad, okay**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7633152106249363616?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7633152106249363616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7633152106249363616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7633152106249363616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7633152106249363616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/selective-senses.html' title='selective senses'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8431396836311941281</id><published>2008-11-20T15:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:38:56.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby steps...</title><content type='html'>I. AM. A. CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm trying to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm making progress every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but surely I'll win this race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8431396836311941281?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8431396836311941281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8431396836311941281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8431396836311941281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8431396836311941281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-steps.html' title='baby steps...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-173591306894291901</id><published>2008-11-19T05:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:22:46.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>ambivalence</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I like my job; sometimes I really hate my job. Most of the time I fall somewhere in the middle.  It's the kind of job that takes it toll slowly - building and building - until you find yourself crying in a bathroom stall.  That was me last Saturday.  Nothing all that bad happened, but I had let things build so long that I found myself at a breaking point.  I had a sweet friend supporting me through text messages and I got through the day.  He deserves cookies. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I took some time off this week.  I have been happy and productive and I'm feeling so much better about work, home, etc.  Yesterday, I cleaned and organized my bedroom.  I searched all my local stores for a fabric I could use for the pillows in my living room and didn't find anything.  I already have most of the fabric I need, but wanted a solid blue that had a different texture than twill or silk (which is what the other fabrics are). I finally found &lt;a href="http://www.fabric.com/home-decor-fabric-solid-fabric-microsuede-microsuede-teal-green.aspx"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; online and I hope the color is close to what's on the monitor. I was too impatient to order a swatch this time. I just want this project done. Now I just have to decide which fabric goes on which pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a basket and pillow forms with my bonus.  I have enough to buy a down comforter and a lamp still, but I'll have to get the comforter online and there wasn't a shade I liked at the store when I found the lamp base I wanted.  One of these day I'll get both of those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-173591306894291901?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/173591306894291901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=173591306894291901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/173591306894291901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/173591306894291901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ambivalence.html' title='ambivalence'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3968024525715838510</id><published>2008-11-16T08:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:21:16.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway done...</title><content type='html'>with my Christmas shopping, and I started this morning.  Online shopping is awesome.  I didn't have to listen to screaming kids and cranky parents.  I didn't have to wait in long lines with inept cashiers.  And, I didn't even have to get dressed.  Not only is that awesome, but I found some great deals on the things that I was looking for.  Finding a bargain always makes me happy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go exploring tomorrow morning to find some other items locally... My goal, which I WILL accomplish, is to have Christmas shopping completely done before Thanksgiving.  We were done early last year and it was so incredibly nice.  To be honest, I could be done tomorrow if I find what I need in town.  That makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to buy myself some new things tomorrow - probably sheets and a new down comforter.  I got a small bonus at work a few months ago and I've been trying to decide what I wanted to buy myself since then.  Who knows, maybe I'll get to the store and make another decision.  Can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3968024525715838510?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3968024525715838510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3968024525715838510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3968024525715838510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3968024525715838510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/halfway-done.html' title='halfway done...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5833400777952762131</id><published>2008-11-13T05:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:48:41.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily creative'/><title type='text'>table, part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SRwc8Hs2GPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cRyGRdGKkO8/s1600-h/table2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SRwc8Hs2GPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cRyGRdGKkO8/s320/table2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268117483301509362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(pardon the bad photo please - what looks like dust and uneven painting is actually a result of using a flash) Here she is!  I finished the second coat of paint on Tuesday and now I'm just letting her get good and dry before she's moved to my bedroom. Really, I've just been busy with other things and haven't yet made the time to move the old nightstand out of the way yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest project is an afghan for my bed.  I'm making a duvet cover, bed skirt, and pillows, and I wanted a cute throw blanket too, but couldn't find something in the right color.  I found &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bernat-Satin-Yarn-Mocha/dp/B00064U6U4"&gt;yarn&lt;/a&gt; in the perfect color and it was so inexpensive (2.59/skein and on sale at Michaels for only 2.00 this week! Wahoo!) It's so soft, but holds its shape really well.  Luckily, I can work on the afghan while I'm at work, so it's coming along pretty quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5833400777952762131?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5833400777952762131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5833400777952762131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5833400777952762131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5833400777952762131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/table-part-deux.html' title='table, part deux'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SRwc8Hs2GPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cRyGRdGKkO8/s72-c/table2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2772293895116255666</id><published>2008-11-11T05:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:38:22.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily creative'/><title type='text'>be creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SRl7prd7CsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/mgL3-7Prq4g/s1600-h/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SRl7prd7CsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/mgL3-7Prq4g/s320/table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267377195159587522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been on the hunt for a new bedside table for about six months. Everything was either too expensive or not quite right. I guess I was just looking for something that spoke to me and said "Hey, I would look awesome next to your bed." followed by "And I won't break the bank to do so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a cranky day last week and needed some space, but I wasn't gonna get any.  Steph suggested that we go to a thrift store to look for old books... It was kismet. I heard those words that I'd been listening for.  A great table sat before me. It needed a little love, but I was more than willing to supply it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a peek at the price tag: How's $10.00?  Yeah!!  This table had spoken to me and had practically no impact on my budget.  It's solid and sturdy and awesome.  I snagged this baby right up, hurried home, and started sanding away.  The first coat of paint was applied yesterday.  I have one or two areas on the legs that need a drip mark sanded off and then I'll get that final coat of paint applied.  It's looking so awesome and it's not even finished yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happiest when I'm being creative (something I've known for a long time) and I try to do something crafty as often as I can.  I'm gonna try and update here with the crafty things I'm working on.  Soon, I'll be able to share photos of my awesome table in her new black coat ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2772293895116255666?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2772293895116255666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2772293895116255666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2772293895116255666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2772293895116255666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-something-creative-every-day.html' title='be creative'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SRl7prd7CsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/mgL3-7Prq4g/s72-c/table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7913660859784135655</id><published>2008-11-04T06:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:56:07.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in hot water...</title><content type='html'>I am, indeed, in hot water.  Sunday, Steph started running water for a bath and I thought "oh, I hope she doesn't use all the hot water."  Maybe two minutes later, she came out in a towel and told me there was no hot water.  We wondered if the pilot light on the water heater had gone out, so we opened the utility room door and found some moldy, yellow sludge coming from the water heater.  YUCK!  I didn't take a photo because it was gross.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We store our vaccuum, broom, and mop in that room and I hadn't seen this sludge a few days earlier when I'd been in there to get the broom.  We didn't want to bother the landlord on a Sunday and figured we could both survive ONE cold shower.  (For the record, my shower lasted about 16 seconds.  I got the top half of my hair wet and couldn't stand it any longer than that).  It was COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, who rarely cleans, was so excited to boil water to wash dishes.  Yeah, I don't understand it either. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the landlord yesterday morning and he came right over to look at the water heater.  He couldn't see anything wrong with the heater itself, but found some problems with the pipes leading to it.  In the time it took for me to make an impulsive purchase at Michaels, the plumber had everything in working order.  (I know, because &lt;em&gt;I was making an impulsive purchase at Michaels&lt;/em&gt; while the plumber was at my house). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night, I had a LONG, HOT shower and it was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7913660859784135655?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7913660859784135655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7913660859784135655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7913660859784135655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7913660859784135655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-hot-water.html' title='in hot water...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-525429036639681173</id><published>2008-10-29T07:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:01:56.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so busy!</title><content type='html'>I've been running the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we did our grocery shopping, bought a wedding gift, went to my cousin's reception, bought brake pads, and worked on projects.  Another cousin was planning to visit, but she decided to visit today instead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I woke up sick, took a three hour nap, went to a get-together at a friend's house, and then went to my brother's house so he could change my brake pads.  He left for Basic Training this week.  It'll be weird to not see him until Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I worked on several projects around the house and did a little shopping and errand running.  I've been thinking a lot about organizing projects and home decor ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I didn't have to work, so I did some cleaning and organizing in my bedroom, arranged some flowers, cut out fabric for a quilt, conducted an experiment with paint to decide if I wanted to paint some furniture, and had second thoughts about the arrangement of fabrics for the quilt.  I started organizing two of the closets in my house as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm back to my routine.  Work, boredom, and a headache. LOL.  My cousin, Sarah, should be here this afternoon.  I'm also trying to decide what pillows to make for my living room (size, color, texture, etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-525429036639681173?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/525429036639681173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=525429036639681173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/525429036639681173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/525429036639681173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-busy.html' title='so busy!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5386400138209870525</id><published>2008-10-22T04:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:45:31.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><title type='text'>buy homemade!</title><content type='html'>Today, the &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nester&lt;/a&gt; is having a "handmade holiday" link party.  I just had to join in the fun!  Check out my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop to see my own homemade wares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more info once I'm at work and have some free time... oh, the irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'm at work now, with ample free time to blog :) **&lt;br /&gt;There's a certain thrill that can come only from buying homemade.  Knowing that the item you just purchased was lovingly made, and possibly loved before it came to be yours.  The homemade items seem to have so much more life and personality than the mass-produced things you can buy at a retail chain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been disappointed by a homemade purchase and I try my best to make sure that anyone buying from me can say the same.  My items are lovingly created with great attention to detail.  I often make two of each item - one for me and one to sell - because I fall in love with almost every piece I create.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go. Buy homemade!  To sweeten the deal, anyone that orders from my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop between now and 10/26/08 will get a free gift included with their purchase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5386400138209870525?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5386400138209870525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5386400138209870525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5386400138209870525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5386400138209870525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/buy-homemade.html' title='buy homemade!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7375997734981504613</id><published>2008-10-21T07:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:31:27.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>taking it easy</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays are becoming my least favorite day of the week.  I don't exactly know why, either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time organizing this weekend.  I moved the games from the cabinet at the end of the hallway to the cupboard above the fridge.  I also moved all my paints up there as well - spray and acrylic.  I rearranged the pantry and freed up a lot of space.  The hallway cabinet will soon store craft stuff, probably.  I also have a deep, lidded basket that I'm going to store extra linens in, and that will go either in my bedroom or in the living room somewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I asked our parents to buy us food storage for Christmas this year, so I've been trying to come up with places to store some.  We want to buy a cabinet for the living room, but the empty shelf in the pantry and the storage available in the laundry room may be sufficient for the food storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to get rid of things I don't use.  We have TONS of clothes, yet I wear the same 15-20 things over and over again.  We have lots of shoes.  Same story there!  I need to just say goodbye and let things go.  I also have a lot of crafty stuff, metal tins, random crap, etc. that I keep because "I'll need it some day" or "it's really cool."  I'm feeling the urge to live more simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a lot of pressure on myself to get things done, but I just disappoint myself  for things like coming home from a long day at work work and watching movies all afternoon or not having certain projects done within a certain time frame. I'm trying to go easier on myself.  Maybe my expectations are too high.  If I'm having a bad day, who cares if I watch feel-good movies until bedtime?  Does anyone even know that I bought fabric to redecorate my bedroom in February and have yet to even cut it?  (Well, anyone reading this knows now. LOL).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrapbooked yesterday and made a fun layout.  I'll try to remember to share it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7375997734981504613?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7375997734981504613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7375997734981504613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7375997734981504613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7375997734981504613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-it-easy.html' title='taking it easy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8862690708502476183</id><published>2008-10-15T07:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:32:52.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired by:</title><content type='html'>I love houses.  Love floorplans, decorating, home tours, I even love home-improvement stores.  I considered being an architect and did a stint as an interior design major in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things I'm interested in; scrapbooking, jewelry making, sewing, reading, etc. but houses are my true love.  Seeing photos of a beautiful home will inspire me for weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love attending the &lt;a href="http://www.cachevalleyparadeofhomes.com"&gt;Parade of Homes&lt;/a&gt; each year.  It's better than Christmas!  I actually get excited for the house tours... Sadly, I missed it this year. And last year.  I haven't had much luck since they moved it to June.  I'm definitely going next year - no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recently came upon a blog that makes me SO happy!  &lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/"&gt;Hooked on Houses&lt;/a&gt; is awesome!!  She goes on home tours and shares photos.  While there are some that are definitely not my style, most have something I can appreciate. *LOVE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8862690708502476183?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8862690708502476183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8862690708502476183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8862690708502476183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8862690708502476183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspired-by.html' title='inspired by:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7809754539084426991</id><published>2008-10-11T06:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:24:42.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of the routine</title><content type='html'>I can't remember the last time I was really, really sick.  It's be a few years, and for that I'm thankful.  What happens instead is that some nasty bug will get passed around.  I'll feel run down, have swollen glands, sore throat, headache, etc. and everyone around me will be full-on sick.  I can tell you, my situation isn't better.  It's not worse either, but I'm still sick even if I'm not coughing up a lung or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been my week.  I haven't done anything.  I'm also in a funk with my day-to-day.  I want something different to happen just once in a while.  I start to get a little stir-crazy when things are monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick update on nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Stephanie spilled Pepsi on my brand new suede shoes.  That was awesome.  She felt bad for spilling in the car.  I didn't care about the car...  the floormats are grey and can be washed.  The shoes are tan and SO cute AND comfy (how often does that happen?).  Thankfully, they weren't expensive.  I'm probably gonna buy a second pair anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Mason, was blessed on Sunday.  My brother and sister-in-law planned on the first weekend in October without realizing it was Conference Weekend.  Steve leaves for basic training in a few weeks, so Sunday was the only time available.  It was nice and simple, in their living room, with their bishop, our family, and a few friends.  Mason is so fun to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents hung around all day Sunday.  My dad made some delicious stew in the crockpot while my mom crocheted.  Ben joined us later that day.  We had a fun time chatting with the family.  I think Ben's coming over some time this weekend too. I sure like that crazy kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've ripped 3 contact lenses in 3 weeks.  I'm not too happy about that!  I've worn contacts for 13 years and I've never really had a problem with them.  I think I got a bad box or something.  It's been the right lens every time.  The left have been just fine.  It's so frustrating.  I'm on my last right lens and I bought enough to get me through February.  Grr!  I guess I'll be ordering more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a small bonus from work and I'm having a really hard time trying to decide what I want to buy with it.  I'll probably buy a craft table and a lamp for my bedroom, or maybe the table and some bed sheets.  I have everything I need and I try not to think about the things I want too much or I start to find myself dissatisfied with all that I don't have.  It's a fine line...  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's all that's happened since I blogged last.  My weekend starts in about 7.5 hours and I'm really excited!  I NEED to be productive or I'm going to lose my mind.  That is my least favorite part of being sick - the whole laying around, not doing anything part. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7809754539084426991?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7809754539084426991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7809754539084426991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7809754539084426991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7809754539084426991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-of-routine.html' title='sick of the routine'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6153842923772007010</id><published>2008-10-05T07:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:32:10.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>I've always said that I don't care to have a wedding cake when I get married.  I must amend that... Now, the official word is: &lt;a href="http://www.letthemeatcake.net/weddingcakes.php"&gt;These&lt;/a&gt; are FREAKING AWESOME and if I came into enough money to justify it, I absolutely would!  There are a couple pages of photos and it was worth the ten minutes I spent looking at them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6153842923772007010?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6153842923772007010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6153842923772007010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6153842923772007010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6153842923772007010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2603488300297886233</id><published>2008-10-05T06:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:06:50.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>sunday!</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/gc/0,5161,8176,00.html"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; Sundays!  Maybe because I don't feel lazy for not getting my bum to church.  LOL.  I generally wake up early on GC Sundays, which I did today, and make an awesome breakfast.  I didn't buy any breakfast foods this time around though.  My brother and sister-in-law are having a brunch at their house later this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is flying today!  I've been busy in my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop this morning and I plan to work on some projects around the house.  We're having fabulous weather today (I love storms!) so I'm as happy as can be!  Hope everyone else is having a great Sunday as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2603488300297886233?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2603488300297886233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2603488300297886233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2603488300297886233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2603488300297886233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday.html' title='sunday!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-508520932083074518</id><published>2008-10-03T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:33:41.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>scrappiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SObNV_ZlQkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IfXc4dyc6T0/s1600-h/thankyoucircles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SObNV_ZlQkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IfXc4dyc6T0/s320/thankyoucircles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253111793053942338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made time to scrapbook last night!!  I'm such a SLOW scrapper.  LOL.  I was also trying to watch season 4 of House, so I was a little distracted.  This first card uses papers from KI Memories for the stripe and maroon floral, the text is 7Gypsies, and the polka dots are by Making Memories.  I also used a Hero Arts stamp, Versamark ink, and embossing powder.  Nothing real groundbreaking, but I used only scraps and had fun anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SObNHp6yWnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BEvVOjN8aLk/s1600-h/thankyoubird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SObNHp6yWnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BEvVOjN8aLk/s320/thankyoubird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253111546769463922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought the bird paper was so cute on this one, but it's not something I'd really find myself using on a layout.  SEI makes that one, KI Memories again for stripe and 7Gypsies for the text paper (I'm not gonna lie...  the black and white text papers and the polka dots are among my very favorite papers ever and I use them all the time).  The 'thank you' is by Hero Arts and the flower stamp is Heidi Grace, I think...  I'm not positive though. There's also a rubon from DCWV.  Wish I'd just sewn instead of pulling out the rubon, but I was too lazy to change the white thread to black.  Haha.  I want to work on some layouts or mini-albums too, but I need to get some photos printed first...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide if I'm gonna bother sending holiday cards this year.  I sent "Happy New Year" cards in January, which was fun beacuse we could focus on what we wanted to do this year, rather than look back on last year - I have a hard time rememberring the fun things we did or what we accomplished that would be of any interest to the people receiving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to do some scrap-shopping.  The local scrapbook stores leave a lot to be desired.  I have a great big list of things I want to buy... like more of &lt;a href="http://www.franticstamper.com/stickles.htm"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://store.scrapbook.com/gb-m69002.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/shop/65123/?"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is sure pretty, and I could have fun with &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/shop/67350/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;... I could go on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-508520932083074518?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/508520932083074518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=508520932083074518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/508520932083074518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/508520932083074518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/scrappiness.html' title='scrappiness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SObNV_ZlQkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IfXc4dyc6T0/s72-c/thankyoucircles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-9156473065678292020</id><published>2008-10-02T06:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:07:54.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>morning</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda bored today at work.  I try to bring projects to work on when it's slow.  Today, I didn't have anything set aside to bring with me.  I've been here an hour and I'm going nuts!  LOL.  I've read the news and talked to my coworker that works the early shift with me.  I've had 16oz of orange juice and ate my whole wheat bagel.  I've even blog hopped.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note to self: set out several projects tonight to avoid this feeling of boredom tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I posted two new items in my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and have photos of a bunch more that I'll be adding in the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm REALLY in the mood to sew and scrapbook...  perhaps I'll work on one of those things after work tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-9156473065678292020?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/9156473065678292020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=9156473065678292020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/9156473065678292020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/9156473065678292020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning.html' title='morning'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7954407893412492976</id><published>2008-09-29T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:24:57.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies!</title><content type='html'>20 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;1. I lived in Rexburg, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;2. I loved to play Barbies and ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;3. My best friends were Amber, Lisa, and Mandy&lt;br /&gt;4. I was seven years old, and in second grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;1. I had just started my senior year of high school (WOW!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. I was very quiet and not very happy&lt;br /&gt;3. I worked at Mack's Drive-In&lt;br /&gt;4. I looked forward to starting college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;1. I had recently transferred to Utah State University against my better judgement, hated it, and dropped out after a semester of anxiety attacks.&lt;br /&gt;2. I worked a crap job and was looking for any way out&lt;br /&gt;3. Steph and I had lived in Logan for a year&lt;br /&gt;4. I bought my car, Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;1. I had made a close friend who would later become my sister-in-law&lt;br /&gt;2. I got promoted to a less crappy position, which made my job SO much better!&lt;br /&gt;3. I struggled with some relationships and had a very difficult year&lt;br /&gt;4. I had scrapbook pages published in a magazine for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago...&lt;br /&gt;1. I had just ended a friendship with a guy that wasn't right for me&lt;br /&gt;2. I considered going back to school, but didn't feel good about it&lt;br /&gt;3. I decided that I'd like to retire at 30 (everyone needs a dream, right!? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;4. I started focusing on my hobbies, which I'd neglected during the above friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year...&lt;br /&gt;1. I started an &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop&lt;br /&gt;2. I finally got my car paid off&lt;br /&gt;3. I took a vacation to Bryce Canyon (note to self: finish the scrapbook already!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm still living in Logan and I love my apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Had an awesome dream about the guy I like and spent all day wanting to cuddle with him&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted some candlesticks for my bathroom&lt;br /&gt;3. Organized my craft area (it's almost done!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipped church to avoid attending the Linger Longer - and I'm on the LL committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke with a headache :(&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought a $30 home decor item for $3 with a little help from a 40% off coupon and a gift card (IMO, gift cards do not count as money because I don't have to consult the budget in order to use them)&lt;br /&gt;3. Need to do some laundry and dishes&lt;br /&gt;4. Want to sew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next year...&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to get my debts paid off&lt;br /&gt;2. I would love to improve my photography skills&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to focus on being a better person&lt;br /&gt;4. I could make my peace with falling in love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7954407893412492976?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7954407893412492976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7954407893412492976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7954407893412492976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7954407893412492976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-flies.html' title='time flies!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-255308273242857529</id><published>2008-09-29T06:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:04:20.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the winner is...</title><content type='html'>Comment #4 (as was chosen by the random number generator) Congrats, &lt;a href="http://sweetnsassybaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet 'n Sassy Baby&lt;/a&gt;.    I'll contact you for sizing and shipping info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working diligently to get lots of stuff posted to my &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; this week.  It's gonna be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few projects in the works too, which I'm hoping to finish and share soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-255308273242857529?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/255308273242857529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=255308273242857529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/255308273242857529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/255308273242857529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/winner-is.html' title='the winner is...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8795358551782759822</id><published>2008-09-28T07:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:09:49.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>under construction</title><content type='html'>The results are in and the Owl blog design is the winner.  I'll be getting that set up in the next few days, so if things look a little wonky, please bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8795358551782759822?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8795358551782759822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8795358551782759822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8795358551782759822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8795358551782759822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-construction.html' title='under construction'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-4327761233495085671</id><published>2008-09-26T05:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:22:18.556-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNzKDbxinHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gQiNicMZXBc/s1600-h/green5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNzKDbxinHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gQiNicMZXBc/s400/green5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250293425951120498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I have been busy making jewelry to add to my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5840126"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt;.  That's the easy part.  Next comes photography and coming up with a decent name/description. The photos already in my shop aren't as great as I want them to be.  Getting a great shot of jewelry is honestly a pain in the butt.  I'm trying though.  (click to enlarge photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bracelet above is one of the very first pieces I ever created and I get compliments on it every time I wear it.  I have a couple made up to sell now as well.  I just can't come up with a name or a description.  Help a girl out!  In fact, I'll make it a giveaway... please leave a comment with a name/description for this and I'll enter your name into a random drawing to get one of these babies free!  (I'll announce the winner on Monday morning, so get your suggestions in by Sunday night).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-4327761233495085671?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/4327761233495085671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=4327761233495085671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4327761233495085671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4327761233495085671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/peek.html' title='peek'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNzKDbxinHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gQiNicMZXBc/s72-c/green5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3475080261111101889</id><published>2008-09-24T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:37:52.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sick day</title><content type='html'>Today has been such a good day.  I was sick last night and woke up feeling crummy, so I took the day off work.  I was already awake and had no desire to lay about all day long.  I wanted to be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy all day.  And oddly, I only feel sick if I stop or slow down (that's good incentive to stay busy!!)  My &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5840126"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop has been neglected for a while.  Sure, I've added things here and there, but I haven't focused on it at all.  The biggest reason was that I needed to buy jump rings and I just never sat down to place an order online.  Silly, that a 30-minute task got put off for two months...  whatever.  LOL.  I finally placed the order and it came last week.  Since then, I've been cranking out jewelry.  It's so fun to see something new come together.   Now, all I have to do is take a bunch of photos and try to come up with some great descriptions. Be watching.  It'll be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to work on some other projects tonight, but I can't decide if I want to scrapbook or if I want to work on projects for my bathroom redecoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a SAD story about my bathroom.  I bought fabric about a year ago and made a shower curtain.  It's cute and it's central to the whole decorating theme of the room.  I noticed that I squirted some hair dye on it when I was coloring my brother's hair a few weeks ago :(  It's not totally obvious, thankfully.  If I could get more of that same fabric, I would make a new curtain.  I can't, so I'm gonna deal with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm rambling and I have things I can be doing.  Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3475080261111101889?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3475080261111101889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3475080261111101889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3475080261111101889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3475080261111101889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-day.html' title='sick day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-4479884181612277641</id><published>2008-09-21T07:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:01:28.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hand sanitizer: the new lighter fluid.</title><content type='html'>I'm not an "outdoors enthusiast" but I do like to go camping once or twice a year - generally for family reunion.  This year, we got a motel room for reunion, so we haven't taken a chance to camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized that Summer is over, Autumn is about two weeks long, and then snow comes (ugh!), so we spent yesterday evening around a campfire up Logan Canyon.  Well, for some of that time, we sat around blackened pieces of wood.  They would not catch fire!  We quickly burned through almost all the paper items we had and any pieces of dry wood or brush we could find.  Still nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand sanitizer to the rescue!  Steve squirted some on the wood and it lit up and stayed lit for the rest of the night.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Disclaimer - hand sanitizer should probably be used as a last resort.  It was slightly explosive.) &lt;/span&gt; We had bratwurst and s'mores and cuddled with cute babies until our bladders needed to be emptied, then we put out the fire, loaded up our camp chairs, and came home to sleep in our warm houses and soft beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I had camp food, fun conversations around a campfire, cold, and a full bladder, and a great night's sleep.  With the exception of a great night's sleep, it sounds like camping to me!  LOL  Thanks Steve, Jen, Austin, and Mason, for a fun evening :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-4479884181612277641?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/4479884181612277641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=4479884181612277641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4479884181612277641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4479884181612277641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hand-sanitizer-new-lighter-fluid.html' title='hand sanitizer: the new lighter fluid.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2424115972512292814</id><published>2008-09-19T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:28:46.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>um, okay....</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep at 5:00 yesterday afternoon - woke up an hour later to use the bathroom and take out my contacts - went back to bed - got up about 3 hours later to shower and change into pajamas - and then slept clear through until my alarm went off at 4:30 this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total, I slept for about 10 hours and for me, that's a TON!  I'm so hoping that I'm not coming down with something.  That's the only time I really ever sleep for a long time.  It felt so awesome though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2424115972512292814?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2424115972512292814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2424115972512292814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2424115972512292814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2424115972512292814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-okay.html' title='um, okay....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2581178518210965</id><published>2008-09-17T18:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:07:58.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>progress report</title><content type='html'>I've been working on my &lt;a href="http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-weigh-in_20.html"&gt;five projects&lt;/a&gt; and I finally have some progress to report!  My black and white quilt is done!  Wahoo!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNGcvSgsUdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8EBSX1WgLa4/s1600-h/bwquilt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNGcvSgsUdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8EBSX1WgLa4/s400/bwquilt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247147377100083666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My scrapbook closet is getting VERY close to being done, my Bryce Canyon scrapbook has two pages left to complete, and the bathroom decorating has only a few projects remaining.  The living room will take a little more work.  I need to sew some pillow and decide what other things I want/need to decorate with.  I may have also worked on some jewelry, decorated my bedroom, worked on the blog makeover, and created some cards.  So much for sticking with the five projects...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNGgBDLaJZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/c4yTxCkljlA/s1600-h/books1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNGgBDLaJZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/c4yTxCkljlA/s400/books1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247150980756809106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steph and I stopped by DI to look for old books we could use for decorating purposes.  This is one case where it's probably okay to judge them by their covers.  LOL.  We ended up getting 13 books for $20 and have books to match many of the rooms in the house. I loved the little "Mustard Seed" book and one of them is titled "My Crooked Family." LOL  There's also one we bought that doesn't actually match anything in the house, but is a poem that my Grandma (and now my mom) shared with new mothers, called "Day Old Child."  We thought it was sweet to have something sentimental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2581178518210965?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2581178518210965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2581178518210965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2581178518210965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2581178518210965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/progress-report.html' title='progress report'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SNGcvSgsUdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8EBSX1WgLa4/s72-c/bwquilt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2690233449802290396</id><published>2008-09-17T06:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:35:22.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog design'/><title type='text'>to answer a few questions:</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone that voted on the blog redesign yesterday.  I'll make my decision and get everything changed to the new blog design later this week.  I think I'm deciding between two at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you asked how I make these designs.  I use Photoshop Elements (any photo-editing software would work) and I read a lot.  I wanted a 3-column template and played around with adjusting one of the templates available through Blogegr before I decided to just find a template online that I liked and make the changes I wanted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a free 3-column template and changed it a lot!  LOL.  I haven't been trained in html, but I used a lot of trial and error (and the preview button) until I got things looking the way I wanted.  The Blogger Help is a great resource.  There are several other great resources available online that I have bookmarked at home (I'm blogging from work).  If anyone is interested, let me know and I'll post the links.  I found the things I learned about html pretty fascinating and I may consider taking a class or two to learn a lot and creating even better blogs/webpages one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Photoshop...  I download a lot of digital scrapbooking freebies.  I think I've only ever paid for a handful of things.  There are numerous resources available online for this as well.  I check &lt;a href="http://digifree.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; quite often and snag the things I know I'll use.  I did take one digital scrapbooking class online that I honestly thought was a joke.  The teacher was really good at doing things herself, but couldn't teach to save her life.  I just started playing on my own and learned what I know in Photoshop that way.  There are lots of awesome free tutorials online as well that I DID learn from.  There are also classes you can pay to take that I've heard awesomething things about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrappinfor5 and Woodlandbliss, I'd be happy to help you.  Keep in mind I'm not a professional.  LOL.  Sandra Collins and Lemon Cupcakes, I'd be happy to answer any questions you have as you learn.  I'll get the links to the resources I used if you want them.  I'll try to answer any questions you have as well.  Again, just a hobbyist trying to make my own blog look good, but I'd be happy to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2690233449802290396?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2690233449802290396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2690233449802290396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2690233449802290396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2690233449802290396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-answer-few-questions.html' title='to answer a few questions:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8811324829691484571</id><published>2008-09-15T21:18:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:29:57.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog design'/><title type='text'>rough drafts:</title><content type='html'>Ok, I finally got the rough drafts of the blog makeover options done this weekend.  You could really help me out by voting on your favorite.  If you have any thoughts, you can leave a comment too.  Suggestions too, if you have some. (click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8lngoPEcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k_tWkHhIQVE/s1600-h/birdy+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8lngoPEcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k_tWkHhIQVE/s320/birdy+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453451613737410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8l4rKYHfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lMb9bS3a_OU/s1600-h/play+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8l4rKYHfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lMb9bS3a_OU/s320/play+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453746499067378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8lznNbfoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rBXwrSAYfOM/s1600-h/owly+bog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8lznNbfoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rBXwrSAYfOM/s320/owly+bog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453659538783874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8ltUar7OI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Uuplqq2WNv8/s1600-h/desat+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8ltUar7OI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Uuplqq2WNv8/s320/desat+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453551414897890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8mARQ6kRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/XwxL7eIQrjw/s1600-h/sophie+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8mARQ6kRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/XwxL7eIQrjw/s320/sophie+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453876986122514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These really are just rough drafts - they won't really have two "profiles," for example.  Oh, and I thought up another blog idea last night that I may create at some point this week. Yeah, I may like playing in Photoshop a bit...  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8811324829691484571?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8811324829691484571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8811324829691484571' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8811324829691484571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8811324829691484571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_7490.html' title='rough drafts:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SM8lngoPEcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k_tWkHhIQVE/s72-c/birdy+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5002122425558714583</id><published>2008-09-11T19:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:17:19.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilt'/><title type='text'>collaboration</title><content type='html'>Stephanie and I make an awesome team.  One of our favorite things to do is to peruse the fabric store and come up with great combinations.  We try to have an idea in mind beforehand so that we know how many different fabrics we'll need, how much we'll need, and what theme or feeling we have for the finished project, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SMm_wFK_tkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eLcAiIv5jVo/s1600-h/masons+quilt+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SMm_wFK_tkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eLcAiIv5jVo/s400/masons+quilt+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244934073792575042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click to enlarge) In this case, I saw a similar quilt in an old magazine I had laying around.  It was a much larger quilt, on a different scale, and was bright green and hot pink.  I knew I wanted to create a quilt with lots of great colors - and I knew that I wanted it to be boyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the brown print a lot and used it as my inspiration for the other fabrics.  Ideally, I would have backed the quilt with the brown as well, but I didn't for two reasons: 1-I wanted the print on the back to be less busy than that, and 2-The other fabrics in the quilt were much less expensive (it's backed with the red print).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the fabrics home, cut, and laid out, and then sewed it all together.  It's a super simple pattern and it came together pretty quickly.  We liked the circular theme throughout many of the fabrics and wanted the quilting to follow.  We picked a pattern with a varied swirl and Stephanie got it marked and started quilting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie finished the quilting and binding last weekend, so we were finally able to give it to my newest nephew, Mason.  My sister-in-law loved it.  I hope they get a lot of use out of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5002122425558714583?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5002122425558714583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5002122425558714583' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5002122425558714583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5002122425558714583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/collaboration.html' title='collaboration'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SMm_wFK_tkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eLcAiIv5jVo/s72-c/masons+quilt+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7038964025297360786</id><published>2008-09-11T17:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:42:29.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I look forward to Thursdays because I get to watch &lt;a href="http://fox.com/fod/play.php?sh=bones"&gt;Bones&lt;/a&gt;.  It airs on Wednesdays, but I don't have tv reception and I'm too cheap to pay for it, thus I watch things online the following day.  Such a fun show.  It combines humor, science, and logic.  Perfection!  I sometimes think I would have made a great scientist - this is, of course, before I remember that I'm far too impatient, I hated both of my chemistry classes, and didn't like wearing lab goggles.  Yeah, I'll stick to a non-scientific profession.  It's best for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered some adorable papers from &lt;a href="http://www.adornit.com/"&gt;Adornit&lt;/a&gt;, which happens to be a local scrapbooking company, on Tuesday and I got them today.       I'm excited to play with them.  There is a great one with little stylized trees on it.  So cute!  Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on the blog makeover and I think I'll be posting some options on Monday and I may let people vote.  I have a favorite or two and my sis definitely has a favorite.  We'll see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work went well today.  I got in a silly mood and started laughing so hard that I had tears rolling down my face.  My coworkers were laughing too, but I think they were laughing at me more than they were at the conversation.  Haha.  That works for me! They laugh at me a lot.  Once I get comfortable with a person, I let my funny side show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy hurts.  I ate some sugar and I shouldn't have.  I didn't have a wednesday weigh-in this week because I didn't see the point in weighing myself when I've been cheating on the diet for over a week.  I blame my brother.  LOL.  I was doing really well until he had a craving and my sister-in-law and I ran to the store to indulge him/us.  Luckily for him, he has the metabolism to pull it off.  Me, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda dreading work tomorrow because last Friday sucked so bad.  Hopefully we won't have a repeat.  I'll snap if we do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7038964025297360786?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7038964025297360786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7038964025297360786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7038964025297360786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7038964025297360786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-22401860023727594</id><published>2008-09-08T17:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:07:23.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update on nothing</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged much lately because there hasn't been anything I particularly want to document or remember.  That sounds bad.  I was sick, and then I was stressed, and then I had some issues with a friend of mine, and then I was stressed again.  Oh, and I got a flat tire.  See, nothing that needs to be publicized.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress level is good now.  I don't get stressed easily, so this month has been weird.  I'm feeling better.  And things are okay with my friend.  She apologized 250,000 times and I let it go (I don't like to hold on to things that are relatively trivial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on my &lt;a href="http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-weigh-in_20.html"&gt;5 projects&lt;/a&gt;, trying to get them done.  I'm honestly SO sick of being limited on what I can work on.  I'm never doing that to myself again.  I will just try not to start more projects (as in new hobbies). LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on the blog remodel as well.  It's coming along...  One of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happy news, &lt;a href="http://megandsteve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt; took our family photos on Saturday and we had a lot of fun.  Steph and I, and our parents, had dinner at my brother's home on Sunday.  It was fun to play with the kids and eat yummy food.  We bought Office season 4 today and we're not telling anyone (except anyone reading this) because we want to actually have a chance to watch it.  It seems the other seasons are always on loan to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my 2-month-old nephew has a tooth.  It's not a front tooth either.  I was the same way  - got teeth early, and not in front first.  Still, it's weird to think the he's got a tooth already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I did some bargain shopping today.  We got 6 shirts and a pair of shoes for $27.00.  Yeah, we're freaking amazing.  We saw an adorable plaid jacket and knew it was coming home with us, regardless of cost.  Then I saw it was on clearance for $7.  At the register, it rang up $4.20.  Yeah - SO awesome!  Now I'm just trying to think up an awesome necklace to make and wear with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-22401860023727594?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/22401860023727594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=22401860023727594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/22401860023727594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/22401860023727594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-nothing.html' title='update on nothing'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6471179347508722664</id><published>2008-09-03T18:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:55:42.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday's snuggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SL8td0F3NWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0lgGZwRE1Lc/s1600-h/mason+edit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SL8td0F3NWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0lgGZwRE1Lc/s400/mason+edit+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241958481505236322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my newest nephew, Mason. He is such a precious baby.  We snuggled on Sunday and ended up falling asleep on the couch together.  There's something so peaceful and hypnotic about a baby.  I need to borrow him once in a while to just have a totally awesome nap!  (it kinda reminds me of that episode of Friends when Joey and Ross fall asleep watching a movie and have such an awesome nap that Joey attempts to get Ross sleepy so they can nap again...LOL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sister-in-law asked me to take some photos of him, so I dropped by their house bright and early Monday morning.  It was stormy and cold, which was awesome for me (I love storms) but not so awesome for a teeny little bundle, so we took some photos inside by their big living room window.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SL8xif5xogI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CaursYrsB0k/s1600-h/mason+edit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SL8xif5xogI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CaursYrsB0k/s400/mason+edit+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241962960031687170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason takes after me...  he hates being in front of the camera.  He fussed every time he heard the click, saw the flash, or saw me coming at him.  He got fed up with us and fell asleep.  I wish the weather had been better so that we could have gone outside and used the natural light.  Hopefully there's 2 or 3 decent enough photos in the 180 I took (LOL, but also a little sad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6471179347508722664?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6471179347508722664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6471179347508722664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6471179347508722664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6471179347508722664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-my-newest-nephew-mason.html' title='sunday&apos;s snuggle'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SL8td0F3NWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0lgGZwRE1Lc/s72-c/mason+edit+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3901681001555626036</id><published>2008-09-03T06:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:35:55.162-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh-in'/><title type='text'>wednesday weigh-in</title><content type='html'>The diet slid a little this past weekend...  It was Labor Day.  That's how we're justifying it, anyway.  I can handle sugar, but white flour kicks my butt.  It makes me sluggish and I think it causes breakouts.  Sugar doesn't affect me, so long as it's in moderation.  I was starting to get hungry despite having just eaten, so I've started eating more grains now as well.  &lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wkFOS3D/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wkFOS3D/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was surprised that I lost anything after enjoying food Sat-Mon.  LOL.  I'm more likely to see the added weight this week, I guess.  I'm back to being good as soon as the orange juice in front of me is gone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to weigh-in on: &lt;strong&gt;taking time for myself&lt;/strong&gt;.  I once read that intorverts need time alone to recharge, while extroverts need time with people.  I'm definitely an introvert!  Years ago, when I had a busier social life, I would schedule "time off" so I could just do my own thing.   Now, I have plenty of alone time during the week and practically none on the weekends - and it's taking its toll!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find ways to get what I need on the weekends so that I can function at the start of the new week.  I have to take care of myself, and this current trend of mine leaves me frustrated and exhausted right off the bat.  Perhaps changing my work schedule to half-days on Tuesdays or just setting aside some time for myself - without errands to run - on Mondays.  I'll come up with something :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3901681001555626036?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3901681001555626036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3901681001555626036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3901681001555626036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3901681001555626036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesday-weigh-in.html' title='wednesday weigh-in'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8025876388920350203</id><published>2008-09-02T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:51:14.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>better</title><content type='html'>I had a nice, relaxing day.  I finished running the errands I hadn't completed yesterday, ate lunch, and spent the rest of the day being creative.  I split my creative time between scrapping (digitally, today) and beading.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop is looking pretty bare...  not that I mind really.  It's bare because things are selling :)  I placed a small bead order today and I'll be placing a larger one in the next week (from two different companies).  I also made 2 necklaces and a pair of earrings, and discovered a cute set I made while I was on vacation in July and totally forgot about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The digital scrapping was focused mainly on the blog makeover.  I'll have four proofs soon that I'll share and then decide which I want to commit to (for a little while, anyway).  The one I worked on today is adorable.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do some traditional scrapbooking as well, but I need to get some other projects done before I take more on.  One of these days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8025876388920350203?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8025876388920350203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8025876388920350203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8025876388920350203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8025876388920350203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/better.html' title='better'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-4348304315161770221</id><published>2008-09-02T06:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:21:01.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was pretty fun.  I didn't get anything done, but I babysat two of my nephews and hung out with my brother and sister-in-law.  We had dinner and watched a movie, which = me, asleep on the couch.  I cannot just sit and watch and not do something else.  I like to be working on projects while I watch movies.  I'm a multi-tasker extraordinaire.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to hate my work schedule.  I have Sun/Mon off, which is fine...  but I attend church and choose not to shop on Sundays and then end up running errands ALL DAY MONDAY and get no chance to unwind, work on projects, clean, etc.  Tuesday comes and I crave some time to be creative.  By the time my 8 hours is done today, I'll be mentally exhausted and I won't get anything done this evening.  That will continue to happen Wed-Sat and then I'll start my whole frustrating weekend over again.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly frustrated today.  I'm not going to get into it.  My normal tolerance for all things minor is completely absent.  The girl sitting about 6 feet from me badly needs some mucinex.  I want her to go home so I don't have to listen to her.  Scratch that.  I want to go home.  I'm ready to flip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;**Edited to add: I worked for one hour and then took the rest of the day off.  I ate bad stuff (sugar) yesterday and I think it's messing me up.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-4348304315161770221?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/4348304315161770221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=4348304315161770221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4348304315161770221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/4348304315161770221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7326929994222925480</id><published>2008-08-29T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:15:16.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy things:</title><content type='html'>After being sleepy all day, I took a 45 minute nap on the couch and woke up alert (that's VERY rare for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched episodes of The Office while working on my black and white baby quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie saw some flannel that screamed "EMILY" so she bought me several yards.  It's awesome!!  It has stylized trees, apples, and owls.  Now I need to decide what I want..  pajamas, a blanket, or something different altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on my blog makeover today as well.  I've made a couple different banners and I'm trying to decide what I like best.  Perhaps I'll post them here this weekend and let people vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite hair care product came in the mail today.  I ordered it like 3 days ago and totally forgot.  It was definitely a happy surprise at the mailbox.  (Redken Weightlifter - my hair is fine and most volumizing stuff is too heavy.  This stuff is wonderful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some fun interactions with my coworkers today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I scheduled a game night a couple weeks from now.  It should be a lot of fun!  I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed early tonight - like 9:00 - I've been tired for the past 3 days because I've only been getting 6 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this great, bubbly, something-awesome-is-about-to-happen feeling.  I feel like I'm smiling on the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7326929994222925480?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7326929994222925480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7326929994222925480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7326929994222925480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7326929994222925480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-things.html' title='happy things:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7816458740681370712</id><published>2008-08-29T06:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:58:43.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>four things:</title><content type='html'>Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cleaning a car dealership.  My dad was my boss.  It was a great way to learn some work ethic and understand the satisfaction of a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mack's Drive-In... making shakes and stuff.  Yum. I don't miss working in the 'food service industry' though.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ricks College- cleaning the Clarke building.  I loved this job.  I worked 4-7 in the morning and had a lot of time to sort through my thoughts while I swept, mopped, vaccuumed, etc.  My arms got buff doing all those repeated actions 3 hours a day for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;4. Convergys. I have been here almost seven years!  I answer questions and take supervisor calls and it's not bad.  Anyway, it pays the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I have watched more than once:&lt;br /&gt;1. Juno - so many funny lines, catchy tunes...  a fun movie!&lt;br /&gt;2. The Producers - hilarious!  I watched it 3 times last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hitch - funny, yet spot-on.  Dating is hard work!&lt;br /&gt;4. Mamma Mia - yep, I went to the theater TWICE in two weeks!  An odd behavior from me for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rexburg, ID  (I left my heart in Rexburg, Idaho!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;3. Tremonton, UT&lt;br /&gt;4. Logan, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows That I Watch (we don't have TV, but we watch online and use Netflix):&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office - Brilliant.  Hysterical.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;2. Bones - Awesome.  Humor, mystery, and medical/forensic stuff all rolled together.&lt;br /&gt;3. Alias - Sydney was kind of sloppy for a spy, but I liked this show a lot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;4. House - cynical.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I've been:&lt;br /&gt;1. The republic of Myassoncouch&lt;br /&gt;2. California. North and South. A few times.&lt;br /&gt;3. Washington state&lt;br /&gt;4. Pretty much nowhere interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people who email me regularly:&lt;br /&gt;1. Melinda :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Etsy/Ebay/Paypal&lt;br /&gt;3. My aunt spams me all the freaking time. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;4. "People" that seem to think they can enlarge my penis. I'd like to see them try that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Veggies!  Broccoli, mushrooms, peas, brussel sprouts, peppers, celery, tomatoes, zucchini - there are few veggies that I don't love!&lt;br /&gt;2. Dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Steak.  Medium Rare.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;4. Ice cream.  Now, a distant memory.  I wanted a banana split so bad yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Home!  I LOVE being at home! (I'm at work as I type)&lt;br /&gt;2. Rexburg. &lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping for things to finish decorating my living room and bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;4. Snuggling with a cute boy (particularly the guy I'm crushing, but I'd be happy to snuggle one of my adorable nephews too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I am looking forward to this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally getting my blog makeover done!  I worked on the new banner last night and it just needs some tweaking.  The format of the blog itself has 2 things I'd like to change still, but I've tried every piece of the html code and those 2 things will not budge.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Paying off some bills :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Thanksgiving.  My favorite holiday.  It would be my favorite even without the yummy food.  As it is, I'm not eating bread or sugar right now, so that cuts out 75% of the meal anyway.  (I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; cheat for Double Cream Lemon pie!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Continuing to eat healthy, feel awesome, and perhaps lose some more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I'm working on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bryce Canyon scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;2. A darling black and white baby quilt&lt;br /&gt;3. Decorating my living room and bathroom&lt;br /&gt;4. The blog makeover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7816458740681370712?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7816458740681370712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7816458740681370712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7816458740681370712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7816458740681370712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-things.html' title='four things:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7110661473462303999</id><published>2008-08-27T06:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:24:20.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh-in'/><title type='text'>wednesday weigh-in</title><content type='html'>Stephanie made cookies for a work party last week and I didn't eat any of them.  They smelled really good though.  I've continued to eat healthy.  I'm feeling well, I have more energy, and my skin seems to have cleared up some.  That alone is pretty awesome, but I finally lost some weight too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/weOSLoB/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/weOSLoB/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.  2.5 pounds!  It may just be some normal fluctuation, but that's okay by me.  I hope it continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'd also like to weigh in on &lt;strong&gt;Spirituality&lt;/strong&gt;.  I do a lot of things right.  I read scriptures, write in my journal, and pray daily.  I seek the guidance of the Spirit a lot.  And I have never doubted my religion.  But, my church attendance is horrible.  I was doing really well until about a year ago when I got a severe migraine while I was at church and went home early.  I think I've been back twice since then.  Well, THREE times...  Steph and I were there this past Sunday.  We'd like to make a habit of it as well.  Sure, it's sometimes boring and being in a Single's Ward sucks, but I have to make the most of it until my circumstances change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7110661473462303999?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7110661473462303999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7110661473462303999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7110661473462303999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7110661473462303999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-weigh-in_27.html' title='wednesday weigh-in'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6802296138570657985</id><published>2008-08-26T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:26:06.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>missing Summer...</title><content type='html'>Classes started yesterday at USU.  Steph skipped a class already, LOL, but this semester is kind of a repeat of her last semester.  After our car accident, we both suffered a little post traumatic stress and it took it's toll on her classes.  She didn't fail anything, but she wants higher grades than she got last Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not a student.  This starting school year should have little to no impact on me.  But... I'd forgotten how busy Logan gets when 18,000 more people show up overnight!  UGH.  There's more traffic.  More people that think bikes are cars and slow down the busier traffic even more.  Shopping yesterday was crazy - Walmart was out of apples last night.  Apples.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, the people-watcher in me had a delightful time watching six strangers shop together.  New roommates.  I kinda miss being in school and having roommates.  Those were some good times!  (well... 80% good times.  LOL)  I loved Ricks College.  I would go back there in a heartbeat.  I know things would be so much different now though.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Autumn.  Those glorious two weeks between HOT and SNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6802296138570657985?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6802296138570657985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6802296138570657985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6802296138570657985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6802296138570657985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-summer.html' title='missing Summer...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1956741383964258260</id><published>2008-08-22T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:15:44.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no more camo!</title><content type='html'>I'm not outgoing (I am friendly though) so I've always hated getting my hair cut...  I never knew what to talk to a perfect stranger about while they cut away at my glorious tresses [cough].  That's why I was SO excited when my second cousin, Kayla, went to cosmetology school.  We always have things to talk about - we know each other's families, we have things in common, etc.  The hour that she spends washing, cutting, and styling my hair goes so quickly.  She does a great job too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair grows quickly and I should get it cut every 4 weeks, but I'm lazy.  It's been um, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; since my last cut.  The ends of my hair would no longer obey simple commands.  I was forced to go with my natural curl most of this week just to try and camouflage the degree to which I needed a cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla is newly engaged and it was so much fun to hear about how they met, how he proposed, and what their future plans are. I'm so excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to dye my hair, but I won't do that until this weekend.  I'd have Kayla do that too, but my hair won't hold permanent dye more than 3 weeks, so I can't justify the expense.  It did look awesome when she's dyed it before though.  My hair is this weird color (ok, it's not weird - but hard to describe - it's light brown, but golden, with occasional hints of red...) and I prefer it to be darker.  Medium brown-ish.  I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1956741383964258260?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1956741383964258260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1956741383964258260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1956741383964258260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1956741383964258260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-camo.html' title='no more camo!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1345635552883909688</id><published>2008-08-20T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:48:15.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh-in'/><title type='text'>wednesday weigh-in</title><content type='html'>This past week has gone well.  I'm getting into the habit of healthy eating and it seems to be paying off already.  Well, I haven't lost any pounds, but I can see changes in my body already.  Plus, I've had a better attitude (I noticed this phenomenon when I ate well before) and I've felt a lot more energetic.  I still need to eat more.  Ideally, I'd like to eat 6 small meals a day as opposed to 2.5 small meals a day.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I want to weigh in on &lt;strong&gt;getting projects done:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE having lots of hobbies and interests.  I also love being able to move between scrapbooking, sewing, beading, digital scrapbooking, photography, decorating, etc.  I do NOT like having unfinished projects... and I seem to be the Queen of just that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to focus on just five projects at a time (so that I can still move between things a little bit).  I know this 'restriction' can't last forever.  I don't even want it to.  I really just want to get myself into the habit of seeing a project through to the very end (I usually get each project 80% done anyway).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to work on my Bryce Canyon scrapbook (75% done), a black and white baby quilt (80% done), decorating my living room (90% done), organizing my scrapbook closet (80% done), and decorating the bathroom (90% done).  Once those things are done, I'll be okay to work on anything my heart desires... for a while, anyway!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wVZqOFa/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wVZqOFa/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no weight loss yet, but I'm feeling good!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1345635552883909688?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1345635552883909688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1345635552883909688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1345635552883909688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1345635552883909688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-weigh-in_20.html' title='wednesday weigh-in'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1796491182308680878</id><published>2008-08-19T05:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:42:02.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;Edited to add: I didn't get everything done, but I did make some progress.&lt;/p&gt;  I took the day off work for no other reason than I wanted to.  I've found myself feeling pretty stressed this past week or two (for no reason I've been able to determine)and I'm feeling quite a bit better now, so I'm rewarding myself with a vacation day.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's SO much I'd love to get done today.  More than I could possibly fit inside one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• work on my Bryce Canyon mini-album &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;I worked on the album for about 3 hours and it just needs journaling and embellishments now.  I can't wait for it to be done.&lt;/p&gt;  • cook 2-3 meals today and eat leftovers all week&lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;I cooked one meal which I ate for dinner and I have 5 servings in the fridge to eat throughout the week.&lt;/p&gt;  • run to Walmart and Home Depot  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;I made it to Walmart, but not Home Depot.  Steph wanted to buy some new clothes, so we spent some time doing that instead.&lt;/p&gt;  • stop by the scrapbook store for that ONE paper I need.. (who am I kidding?)  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;Of course, they didn't have the ONE paper I needed and I still spent twenty bucks!&lt;/p&gt;  • retake photos for my &lt;a href="http://www.littlebirdydesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;Sigh.  Not enough time in the day.  Maybe tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;  • make an appointment to get my hair cut  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;I'm won't know when I'll be available until tomorrow morning, so I'll make the appointment from work.&lt;/p&gt;  • possibly start redecorating my bedroom  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;I REALLY wanted to start this project.  I bought the fabric in January or so and I haven't done a thing yet.  I hope I make the time for this project soon!&lt;/p&gt;  • fold and put away the laundry  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;Um, nope.  But I did do another 2 loads of laundry.&lt;/p&gt;  • place a bead order so I can make more jewelry (I'm completely out of some basic supplies that the stores in town do not carry.  Sigh)  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;I'll do this from work tomorrow as well.  I have my shopping cart pretty well stocked, I just need to add a few last minutes things and I'm all set.&lt;/p&gt;  • work on my blog makeover  &lt;p style="color:blue"&gt;I wanted to get this done today as well, but I didn't get to.  I wasn't feeling inspired on the banner yet...  it'll be done one of these days!&lt;/p&gt;  Yes, I'm in the process of making over my blog.  I wanted something cool and fun, but I don't know html, so I've been learning as I go.  Once I can get a new banner made, create all the fun lists and links and such that I want, and fine tune the layout, I'll have it up and running.  I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1796491182308680878?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1796491182308680878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1796491182308680878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1796491182308680878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1796491182308680878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-little-time.html' title='so little time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5363060216574530315</id><published>2008-08-18T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:44:30.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ruined for life :)</title><content type='html'>My father managed movie theaters when I was a child and I got to see many films for free (popcorn, too!) and that's ruined me for life...  LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER go the the movies now.  It's so expensive, the local theaters are FREEZING cold, I really like to DO something while I'm watching (scrapbook, clean, make jewelry, etc.) and I honestly prefer watching dvd's of television shows to movies.  I don't watch current tv (except &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fox.com/bones/"&gt;Bones&lt;/a&gt;, which I watch online) so I never see movie previews anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were over today and asked if I'd like to see a movie with them (that was the premise of my last theater-going adventure as well...  9 months ago!).  The three of us couldn't decide on one movie though, so my dad saw &lt;a href="http://www.tropicthunder.com/"&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/a&gt; and my mom and I saw &lt;a href="http://www.mammamiamovie.com/"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/a&gt;.  My mom wasn't expecting a musical, but she likes Abba music and musicals, so we were okay.  It was great!  Very energetic and fun, great music, and a beautiful location.  My mom's going to buy the soundtrack and I'm gonna buy the dvd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was at work and is going to be so jealous.  Haha.  If she wants to see it in the theater, I'll happily watch it again... even AT the theater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5363060216574530315?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5363060216574530315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5363060216574530315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5363060216574530315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5363060216574530315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/ruined-for-life.html' title='ruined for life :)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-6339641528579349642</id><published>2008-08-13T06:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:44:38.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh-in'/><title type='text'>wednesday weigh-in</title><content type='html'>The diet has officially started now - today is day 2 - I've weighed myself to get a starting point and I need to take body measurements after work tonight.  The first four days of this lifestyle change have been the hardest for me in the past, but it hasn't been tough at all so far this time. I do need to eat MORE.  I tend to skip meals and I need to stop doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to also "weigh-in" on another area of my life needing focus each Wednesday.  Today's pick? &lt;strong&gt;Keeping my house clean:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate clutter. I hate disorganization. I hate for dishes to pile up in the sink or for clean laundry to pile up on the couch.  However, if you were to walk into my house right now, you'd find clutter, disorganization, a sink full of dishes, and clean laundry (folded) and piled all around the living room.  Sigh.  Having my house in its current state impacts me.  I'm less likely to be creative, less likely to be productive, and less likely to feel the Spirit.  My house isn't gross by any stretch of the imagination, but there's MUCH room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning is therapeutic...  if I'm stressed, my house is generally spotless.  Having a cluttered home is probably a sure sign that my stress level is low.  I AM glad for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, but... I'm really tired of feeling uneasy.  Uncreative. Unproductive.  Especially when I know the solution is SO simple.  This week's goal is to get the kitchen and living room clean and uncluttered, and KEEP it that way!  If I can do that, the other rooms in the house are sure to follow.  And the productivity, creativity, and increased Spiritual promptings are bound to come my way as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wVZqOFa/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wVZqOFa/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no weight loss yet, but I'm only on my second day of healthy eating)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-6339641528579349642?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/6339641528579349642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=6339641528579349642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6339641528579349642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/6339641528579349642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-weigh-in.html' title='wednesday weigh-in'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1203751946010409647</id><published>2008-08-11T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:42:51.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>productive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SKDmG1UE6VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/o0KUhx4jyuk/s1600-h/organized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SKDmG1UE6VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/o0KUhx4jyuk/s200/organized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233435772069407058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was bound and determined to be more productive today than I was yesterday.  I got dressed and did my hair, so I was ahead pretty early this morning.  I did a load of laundry (and I'm going to do another), folded all the clean laundry, took out the garbage, had a good breakfast (scrambled eggs and herbal tea), got a paper cut under my fingernail, looked at scrapbook ideas online, browsed online stores for new scrapbook products, organized my digital scrapbooking folder on the computer, deleted all the unused and redundant icons on my desktop, and created a new image for my desktop wallpaper, ate dinner, watched Penelope (which I didn't think I'd like, but I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; did!), removed the chipping polish from my toenails, got the mail, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, dug out my last bead order form to double check the items I want to reorder, checked my email, and wished my mom a "happy birthday." &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SKDh1JEYG5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/o_cRlYsD7tk/s1600-h/august+desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SKDh1JEYG5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/o_cRlYsD7tk/s400/august+desktop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233431070088108946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (click the images to enlarge.  August desktop was created by Rachel Martin...  I altered it slightly to fit my screen's resolution, inked the edges, added a background, created the word art to make it totally awesome, and added a photo of Steph and I.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1203751946010409647?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1203751946010409647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1203751946010409647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1203751946010409647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1203751946010409647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-bound-and-determined-to-be-more.html' title='productive'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SKDmG1UE6VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/o0KUhx4jyuk/s72-c/organized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5661014430512698817</id><published>2008-08-10T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:42:47.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wasting time</title><content type='html'>It's 10:31 pm and I'm in my pj's....  still.  Yeah, I didn't bother to get dressed or do my hair.  I did do my makeup for some reason.  That's about all I have to show for today though.   I did attempt some stalking, but I've lost my touch and I got bored and gave up after about 5 minutes (I used to be an awesome stalker!  I could find anything on anyone...) Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE being unproductive, but I'm the only one to blame for my unproductivity. Sigh.  I even made a list before I went to sleep last night so that I could wake up and just work on projects rather than waste away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling super great either.  It's probably the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; cans of spaghettios I ate today (one for breakfast, one for lunch) or the fact that I've had about 6 oz. of water the whole day.  Yeah, I realize this behavior isn't supporting the diet idea, but the pantry is 95% cleared of junk now. I didn't eat dinner either, but it's too late now.  I'm off to drink a tall glass of water and then I'm going to bed.  I'm going to make tomorrow a better day and I'll be sure to post the grand tales of my productivity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5661014430512698817?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5661014430512698817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5661014430512698817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5661014430512698817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5661014430512698817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wasting-time.html' title='wasting time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8564486219588349591</id><published>2008-08-07T16:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:15:38.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh-in'/><title type='text'>have you seen me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SJuE9x9QfnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vzwyf6zRJ6k/s1600-h/25down-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SJuE9x9QfnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vzwyf6zRJ6k/s320/25down-e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231921589038120562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This was me a year and a half ago...  At that point, I'd been living a new lifestyle for almost three months.  That lifestyle did not include my dear friends sugar, white flour or anything fast/overly processed.  I felt amazing!  My somewhat chronic headaches were gone, my skin was clear, I had tons of energy and required less sleep, I was more happy than ever, and I felt powerful.  The cherry on that big sundae of goodness was that I'd also lost 25 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All great stories must eventually come to an end.  The end of this one had many factors, the biggest being frustration at no additional weight loss and a new boss that I did NOT get along with at all.  I started allowing the foods that I'd been so good about keeping away and I started gaining the weight back.  I gained back all the weight that I'd lost and they brought about 15 friends along with them.  Sigh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reality is that now I'm bigger than I've ever been before and I hate it.  I want the happy, powerful, energetic, ME back.  And at risk of being vain, I want to be cute again.  I want the double chin to say it's final goodbyes.  I want my skin to clear up.  I want the boobs to shrink some more.  I want to smile constantly like I found myself doing back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm starting over.  I'm going to try cutting out sugar, flour, and processed crap again.  I'm going to exercise.  I'm going to give it my all.  I have to.  I remember how amazing I felt.  People often commented that they could never restrict their eating as much as I did, but I honestly loved every minute of it.  Wish me luck as I embark on this path again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wVZqOFa/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wVZqOFa/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm going to have a "Weigh-In Wednesday" post each week where I talk about my successes and failures.  I'll talk mostly about my diet, but I'll also talk about other things that I'm working to change as well. I'm ready to make my life what I want it to be!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8564486219588349591?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8564486219588349591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8564486219588349591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8564486219588349591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8564486219588349591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-you-seen-me.html' title='have you seen me?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SJuE9x9QfnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vzwyf6zRJ6k/s72-c/25down-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7625599858430411771</id><published>2008-08-01T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:58:38.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>highlights</title><content type='html'>my week has been kinda weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In an effort to avoid falling asleep on the couch, I avoided the living room altogether.  Instead, I fell asleep on the kitchen counter.  Yes, the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I ripped a large hole in a pair of slacks as I was getting in the car last night after going to a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I made cookies for the party and melted the butter on accident instead of just softening it and screwed it all up.  I threw the whole bowl of dough away and started over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I went shopping with a friend and didn't want to buy anything then.  I've thought about one particular shirt since then and it was on sale 50% off, so I may go back and get it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My house is in dire need of a cleaning.  I'm not disgusting, so it's not disgusting, but I love it when my house is spotless and it's far from that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've fallen asleep twice while writing this post and I'm at work.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beads are on sale and I need/want some, but I have NO desire to go shopping for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last night, I had to explain to my coworkers (for the 1000th time) why I'm not dating my flirt buddy.  We flirt.  We always have.  There's not really any interest beyond that, mutually.  Besides, I don't flirt with the guy I do like.  I'm too busy just gazing at that one :)  And thinking about how funny and smart he is.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I need a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7625599858430411771?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7625599858430411771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7625599858430411771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7625599858430411771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7625599858430411771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/highlights.html' title='highlights'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3093806201043373053</id><published>2008-07-30T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:29:02.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so cranky</title><content type='html'>My work schedule changed a little bit, starting this week.  I go in an hour earlier and my lunch is a half-hour later.  Not a big deal, right?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got SUPER cranky today because I was hungry.  LOL.  I was answering a question and another kid said "Amy!  I have a question!"  I wanted to keep walking, but I spun around and said "Do you mean EMILY?"  He apologized and I fought the urge to rip his freaking face off.  I did answer his question politely, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely get called by my own name.  No biggie.  My job keeps me in contact with literally hundreds of people on a daily basis and a lot of them don't know my name.  I don't know all of theirs.  It works.  My sister and I get called by each other's names all the time.  Even my own mom resorted to "Stem" a long time ago rather than Stephanie or Emily.  Today, "Amy" rubbed me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Brad, thought it was funny and suggested I not be around people the rest of the day.  I went to lunch soon after and my mood was great the rest of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:  Eat a BIG breakfast and take a break before lunch.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3093806201043373053?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3093806201043373053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3093806201043373053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3093806201043373053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3093806201043373053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-cranky.html' title='so cranky'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-1219613402249199757</id><published>2008-07-28T13:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:05:36.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>recovering</title><content type='html'>We're home now, but I'm in definite need of a vacation to recover from vacation.  The passports were a big hit and the &lt;a href="http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blurb.html"&gt;quilt book&lt;/a&gt; I made was very well received. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4lWdlpLLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vcYdoM_niPw/s1600-h/bryce+(60).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4lWdlpLLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vcYdoM_niPw/s400/bryce+(60).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228157285253590194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed at Ruby's Inn right outside Bryce Canyon and the family campsite was fairly close by.  There were about 130 people in attendance for the reunion and that was actually a small turnout.  The weather was good, although we did have some rain every day.  There were a lot of activities available for us to do...  hiking, biking, swimming, atv rides, etc.  We went into to Bryce Canyon with my uncle, Les, who is a National Parks buff and he was a great tour guide.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4wIjcN-TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rDfo4niusoU/s1600-h/bryce+(67).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4wIjcN-TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rDfo4niusoU/s400/bryce+(67).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228169140934408498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  There were some frustrating things as well.  I'm only going to mention one because I don't want to complain, and because things worked out really well in the end...  We were cruising along on our way home when the tread blew off one of the tires.  Scary!  The tire didn't lose any air though and my mom was able to move the car to the side of the road.  My sister and I hopped out to get all our bags out of the trunk so that we could get the spare.  Blanche and Brad (my aunt and uncle) happened to pass at just that moment, so they pulled over and helped us get the tire changed.  Dan and Warren (my mom's cousin and his friend) stopped just as we were finishing to make sure everything was okay.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We have an awesome family.&lt;/span&gt;  Anyway, we had about 5 more hours to drive and knew that driving that long on the spare wouldn't be a good idea.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4wfa3z1XI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DVGJ-vw0gLo/s1600-h/bryce+(69).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4wfa3z1XI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DVGJ-vw0gLo/s400/bryce+(69).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228169533771208050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Have you ever been in the middle of nowhere (rural Utah) on a Sunday afternoon?  There's nothing out there, let alone something that would be open.  We saw a billboard for a tire place that was open 24 hours so we pulled off in Fillmore to find that they're open 24 hours Mon-Sat.  Luckily, there was another tire place across the street that was actually open.  Less than an hour later, we were cruising along with 4 complete tires again.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4wx7Ayk_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/HysYEWpbunA/s1600-h/bryce+(70).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4wx7Ayk_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/HysYEWpbunA/s400/bryce+(70).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228169851636454386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We stopped in Orem at my grandparents' house (they fixed dinner for everyone in our branch of the family tree that was traveling north), but didn't stay long.  It was getting late and we still had a few hours of driving to do.  We got back to my parents' house just after 10:00 and then Steph and I got all our stuff loaded into our own car and drove back to Logan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4xlU4hPUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vta-cDJc6rY/s1600-h/bryce+(76).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4xlU4hPUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vta-cDJc6rY/s400/bryce+(76).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228170734754413890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Coming home from vacation is the BEST feeling in the whole world.  I think that's why we go on vacation - to have a renewed love for our own familiar surroundings.  Logan was sure a welcome sight for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favorite Moments from our vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wished that we had cones to put out on the road while the tire was being changed.  She and I were wearing orange.  I reminded her that there were four orange cones on the road already...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4uJj0oMRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AVOVgU3dOV8/s1600-h/bryce+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4uJj0oMRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AVOVgU3dOV8/s200/bryce+(8).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228166959193403666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncles, Les and Josh, posed like fairies in front of the Fairyland Canyon sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4trqzLxnI/AAAAAAAAAME/ejSZupXs_YM/s1600-h/bryce+(33).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4trqzLxnI/AAAAAAAAAME/ejSZupXs_YM/s200/bryce+(33).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228166445670319730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bananas, that one particular tree, and the re-created lyrics to a song courtesy of Uncle Les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping Sunday School with Christy, Tim, Bryce, and Stephanie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europeans.  Honestly, there were a ton of them.  It was cool to hear all their different languages and see all the different styles of clothing and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Firetruck candy" what Victoria calls salt water taffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning the grand prize for the family trivia contest ($25 GC to the gift shop) which I used to buy a snuggly sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my extended family.  75% of the people there anyway.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4xGY3S3eI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NKVGrPq6yM4/s1600-h/bryce+(84).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4xGY3S3eI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NKVGrPq6yM4/s200/bryce+(84).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228170203247074786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning special items for next year's auction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet smelling trees.  Literally.  The bark smells like caramel or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 water bottles and 6 milkjugs in the backseat, when Grandma rode with us into the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks!  I'm not even a big fan of fireworks, but it was a lot of fun.  The town of Tropic had their 24th of July (Utah's pioneer/state celebration day) festival and we were able to see the fireworks from the lot of our motel.  Not just see, experience.  They were right overhead.  It was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-1219613402249199757?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/1219613402249199757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=1219613402249199757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1219613402249199757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/1219613402249199757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/recovering.html' title='recovering'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SI4lWdlpLLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vcYdoM_niPw/s72-c/bryce+(60).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-3677226714813541904</id><published>2008-07-23T23:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:33:23.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy!</title><content type='html'>We're headed out to our family reunion in Bryce Canyon tomorrow morning, so I've been scrambling to get crap done all week.  Oddly enough, I'm not packed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and I had pedicures on Monday (part of my birthday gift from my mom) and they were nice, but I could happily continue being LOW maintenance.  I can paint my own toenails and my mom gives a better foot rub.  I did enjoy it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the projects I've been working on is a passport...  My mom's family holds a reunion every summer and the location changes most years too.  She has mentioned in years past that she always thought it would be fun to have a passport and get a stamp for each 'destination.'  I took on the task this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed what I wanted in photoshop and had custom clear stamps created by &lt;a href="http://imaginestamps.com/custom-stamps.html"&gt;ImagineStamps&lt;/a&gt;.  I was then able to easily stamp and emboss the covers.  (They look so awesome in person!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SIgP2r-hWFI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wz2U5V3UKmY/s1600-h/passport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SIgP2r-hWFI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wz2U5V3UKmY/s400/passport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226444799755769938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The logo or seal or whatever you want to call it represents a tradition the family has of &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt;  having all the people in each of the different generations stand in a circle and have photos taken.  It's called "Cousins Circle."  And rather than having a country of origin listed, I chose to list our common ancestors as our origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SIgS7I3_XYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QqcJ9UGhjuI/s1600-h/passport1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SIgS7I3_XYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QqcJ9UGhjuI/s400/passport1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226448174767365506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first page has a spot for a photo and some simple information to identify the passport holder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did create a destination stamp for Bryce Canyon too, but my photo wasn't great and I've been up for WAY too many hours at this point to go take another.  Clear photos are starting to look  blurry anyhow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-3677226714813541904?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/3677226714813541904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=3677226714813541904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3677226714813541904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/3677226714813541904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JWsP0R8yvG4/SIgP2r-hWFI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wz2U5V3UKmY/s72-c/passport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-8792856616381804212</id><published>2008-07-22T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:12:59.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so. much. to. do.</title><content type='html'>• Clean the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;• Finish the laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;• Go to the bank&lt;/span&gt; (will do this after vaca!)&lt;br /&gt;• Organize projects to take on the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;• Buy any needed supplies for said projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Fill the gas tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;• Pay bills&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;• Pack my bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;• Finish the “passport” project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;• Bake cookies&lt;/span&gt; (will do this after vaca, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;• Run any last-minute errands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;• Call mom to coordinate travel plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got VERY limited time to get this crap done!  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-8792856616381804212?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/8792856616381804212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=8792856616381804212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8792856616381804212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/8792856616381804212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-much-to-do.html' title='so. much. to. do.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-5577942568379217430</id><published>2008-07-18T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:09:47.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Universe,</title><content type='html'>I got your message.  Loud and clear.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll act when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;Please share the message with the other necessary parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-5577942568379217430?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/5577942568379217430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=5577942568379217430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5577942568379217430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/5577942568379217430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-universe.html' title='Dear Universe,'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7755211689097946799</id><published>2008-07-17T05:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:08:18.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if I were an alphabet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A-Attached or Single:&lt;/strong&gt; Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; My sister, Stephanie.  We share EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C-Cake or Pie:&lt;/strong&gt; Lemon Pie (NO meringue *shudders*) Cake is yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Monday.  It's my day off work.  I love getting up early and getting stuff done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-Essential Item:&lt;/strong&gt; My computer.  Burt's Bees chap stick.  Not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-Favorite Color:&lt;/strong&gt; I truly like most colors.  My 'favorite' depends upon the application, the intended use, and the other colors available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G-Gummy Bears or Worms:&lt;/strong&gt; Ick!  Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H-Home Town:&lt;/strong&gt; Born in Rexburg, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I-Indulgences:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really "indulge" in anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-January or July:&lt;/strong&gt; October.  This is me being rebellious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Kids:&lt;/strong&gt; Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L-Life is incomplete without:&lt;/strong&gt; Creativity and humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M-Marriage Date:&lt;/strong&gt; A year or two before Someday (see K).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N-Number of Siblings:&lt;/strong&gt; 3. One sister and two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O-Oranges or Apples:&lt;/strong&gt; Depends on my mood.  Fuji and Granny Smith are the only apples I'll eat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P-Phobias or Fears:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't like heights or tight spaces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q-Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;  You're twisted, depraved, and rotten to the core.  I like that in a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R-Reason to Smile:&lt;/strong&gt; Why not?  Life's too short to be bitchy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Late Summer/Early Fall when there are lots of thunderstorms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T-Today, I...:&lt;/strong&gt; Cried in the grocery store for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U-Unknown Fact About Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I write in my journal every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V-Vegetarian or Meat Eater:&lt;/strong&gt; Steak = yummy, tofu = not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W-Worst Habit:&lt;/strong&gt; I have a dirty mind.  I filter my thoughts a lot, but I often say dirty things anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-Rays or Ultrasounds:&lt;/strong&gt; Never had either.  What a weird question anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y-Your Favorite Food:&lt;/strong&gt; I love veggies, actually!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z-Zodiac Sign:&lt;/strong&gt; Cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7755211689097946799?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7755211689097946799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7755211689097946799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7755211689097946799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7755211689097946799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-were-alphabet.html' title='if I were an alphabet...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-7533983084701955003</id><published>2008-07-15T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:41:55.051-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>blurb</title><content type='html'>Let me preface this by saying it's difficult to take photos while holding a book and eating an ice cream cone.  Yes, I'm a multi-tasker extraordinaire.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just over a week ago, I blogged that I'd compiled a photo book and uploaded everything to &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com"&gt;Blurb&lt;/a&gt; for printing/binding.  The books came today and I was so excited to see them that I left work 12 minutes early.  That's right, 12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say, I'm 97% satisfied.  Here are my complaints: the cover (hardcover, imagewrap) shows fingerprints really easily, the barcode on the back of the book covers a line of text, the back cover is not centered, and there's a typo on one of the pages (but that's my fault).  It seems most of my complaints are about the cover.  Interesting.  Overall, I'm pretty pleased with how they came out and I will definitely make more photo books in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos to give you an idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v119/birchplywood/?action=view&amp;current=bbwelcome.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/birchplywood/bbwelcome.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a jpeg of the page I designed and then uploaded to &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com"&gt;Blurb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v119/birchplywood/?action=view&amp;current=blurbwelcome-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/birchplywood/blurbwelcome-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the same page from the book itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are clear and look good.  I did find that they are a little brighter in photoshop than they were once they were printed.  Something to keep in mind if you're making a photobook of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-7533983084701955003?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/7533983084701955003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=7533983084701955003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7533983084701955003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/7533983084701955003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blurb.html' title='blurb'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488597716663575402.post-2617638792007488942</id><published>2008-07-14T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:43:50.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>public nakedness</title><content type='html'>My mom called me on my birthday and asked if I'd be willing to drive to Brigham City for my gift (about 25 miles away).  Without missing a beat, I told her I don't like for strangers to touch me, nor do I like to be naked in public.  She was surprised that I guessed "massage" without any clues.  My mom thinks I'm silly.  She knows that I love to be touched.  I guess she didn't realize that I'm selective about who does the touching.  LOL  She suggested I get a facial instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove over today and filled out my "first-time client" questionnaire.  They handed me a sheet and told me to take off everything from the waist up.  Nice.  This is what I was trying to avoid.  Call me crazy, but I'm hyper-modest.  The facial was nice and helped me temporarily forget about the migraine I had.  I also have a pedicure scheduled for next week.  I already know what that entails, so they'd better not expect me to take my top off.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488597716663575402-2617638792007488942?l=onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/feeds/2617638792007488942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488597716663575402&amp;postID=2617638792007488942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2617638792007488942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488597716663575402/posts/default/2617638792007488942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelittlebirdy.blogspot.com/2008/07/public-nakedness.html' title='public nakedness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889084553632934240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
