<?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-4579456656096160383</id><updated>2012-01-11T21:35:51.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half an Acre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3135883806535288286</id><published>2012-01-09T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:41:04.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.... For my 40 days of SOAP I have given up TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, SOAP is this thing we started January 1st at my church. It stands for Scripture .Observation.&amp;nbsp;Application. Prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in my opinion it doesn't help to just give up something mainly because I can very easily fill that void with something else that does not benefit myself spiritually. So I am also going to try to use this 40 days to blog more on daily reflection. I have tried to do it in a journal, and I stink at keeping up with it, what can I say I love my laptop! Plus I spent all this time making my blog pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you make New Years Resolutions and if so... how is it going?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3135883806535288286?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3135883806535288286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2012/01/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3135883806535288286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3135883806535288286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2012/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-1385559170034073228</id><published>2011-03-28T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:56:04.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whats in a reflection</title><content type='html'>I have been reading Water for Elephants with much pressure from friends and family. I usually love historical fiction but this is one is not captivating me as well as i would like. I feel like it should already I am half-way through the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole premise of the book is the elderly man looking back on his life with the circus. So far I have just found it really depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you really feel what these people feel like as elderly. There is this one part of the book where he is just so upset to even look in the mirror because it doesn't even look like himself anymore. His face is covered with liver spots, his nose and ears have largely outgrown his face, even his hands look like strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I could think about yesterday during Tim's sermon when he began to talk about James 1: 22-25 "Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. 23 Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror 24 and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. 25 But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we just not even look at our spirituality and when are finally faced with that reflection we turn away so that it won't seem so real. We really haven't become that person looking back at us. Those words didn't just come out of my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-1385559170034073228?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/1385559170034073228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1385559170034073228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1385559170034073228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-reflection.html' title='whats in a reflection'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4077870569326272799</id><published>2011-03-27T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:11:52.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the guardian and feelings of terribleness</title><content type='html'>i am fairly certain that all hesitations and lack of motivation is directly linked to my lacking self-esteem when it comes to using my gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much praise i get for anything.... regardless.... i still think in the back of my mind it is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is why i feel like i have to&amp;nbsp;be private&amp;nbsp;so that I wont feel like something is terrible, because no one would know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;nbsp;really hate this about myself. just when I think i have gotten over it. It rears its ugly head straight into my backside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really know where it stems from! I have always gotten support from parents and teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has begun to effect life changing situations, and i just sit and watch it in slow-motion because I can not make it stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;nbsp;just want to guard these things that I love because I have this fear of them being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really disgusting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;nbsp;wish&amp;nbsp;i didn't care so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tomorrow, hopefully on another subject&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4077870569326272799?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4077870569326272799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2011/03/guardian-and-feelings-of-terribleness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4077870569326272799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4077870569326272799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2011/03/guardian-and-feelings-of-terribleness.html' title='the guardian and feelings of terribleness'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-5810760862617068220</id><published>2011-03-22T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:39:54.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Small and Secrets</title><content type='html'>So. The thing I love most about going to church is how small it makes me feel. I get so consumed in my everyday life. The monotony of each of my days feels like chinese water tourture in slow-motion. When I am with people who share my beliefs it helps me feel reconnected with a part of myself that gets lost day to day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted that this is how I am. Doing the same thing repeatedly makes my skin crawl, the thing I try to be better at is not letting it interfere with my marriage. Theron already knows when I start getting uneasy because it is when I start planning bigger projects for our house. Last year I even bought an Atlas of the U.S. to plan a pretend dream vacation, I guess I was taking it in my head... who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I have decided I am going to start doing something secret just for myself. I am not talking about something strange, unhealthy, or sinful. Just something that feels like it is all mine. I don't even want to be able to talk about it with others because I want it to be unassociable from everything else in anyone's daily lives, even though it is something very common. I already have it in mind, and have begun on it. I am hoping this will fill that void that I have a hard time describing. It isn't even something I am neccesarily good at, just something I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel pressure to do hobbies just because you are good at them? Not even because you like to do them? I hate that more than doing things that hate. I fear that it is the same problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking personality tests. Usually because they reiterate my feelings that I am an unusual person. We took personality tests in a Wednesday Night Bible Class and I found my results rather unhelpful.&amp;nbsp;Now the main reason we took these is to help you find what your natural talents are and then you will know how to serve in the church better.&amp;nbsp;It was one test but gave you two different answer sheets. One was a Personality Profile, the other was Your Spiritual Gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all when I took the Personality Profile it told me I had "personality masking" meaning I had to really high scores in two areas where it isn't normal to have both. They were called "Choleric-Powerful"(scored 13)&amp;nbsp;and "Phlegmatic-Peaceful" (scored 11). It said that if you had these unnatural combinations you either didn't understand the questions(nope took the test twice) OR had personality masking; which could be the result of one or more of the following:&lt;br /&gt;-a domineering parent&lt;br /&gt;-an alcoholic parent&lt;br /&gt;-strong rejection feelings&lt;br /&gt;-any form of emotional or physical abuse&lt;br /&gt;-Single parent home&lt;br /&gt;- birth order&lt;br /&gt;-legalistic religious home&lt;br /&gt;-a domineering and controlling spouse&lt;br /&gt;-adult abuse or rejection&lt;br /&gt;OR IM JUST CRAZY.... like seriously.... this made me feel like a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got the results of what my spiritual gift is, keep in mind this is a sheet with 10 gifts and you pick which ones you scored the highest on. Mine were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;-Helping: 11&lt;br /&gt;-Encouraging:13&lt;br /&gt;-Giving: 13&lt;br /&gt;-Teaching:9&lt;br /&gt;-Pastoring:11&lt;br /&gt;-Mercy:7&lt;br /&gt;-Hospitality:9&lt;br /&gt;-Leading:4&lt;br /&gt;-Evangelism:13&lt;br /&gt;-Faith:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha this made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;So my highest score was Faith then under that was encouraging and evangelism. That still feels really vague to me! Honestly thats what frustrates me about being a woman in the church. It feels like if I am not teaching young children, then I should be cooking all day and bringing it to people. And it isn't that my spiritual life feels unfulfilled all the time it's just I want to use God's gifts to their full potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am happy as long as I don't have to do the same thing over and over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-5810760862617068220?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5810760862617068220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-small-and-secrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5810760862617068220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5810760862617068220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-small-and-secrets.html' title='Feeling Small and Secrets'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-9219958111432294814</id><published>2010-12-31T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:40:18.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>....and a happy new year!</title><content type='html'>I can not believe it is 2011. It is hard to believe that I made my life altering deciscion of becoming a cake decorator last February! This is the first time in probably 7 years that I have not been&amp;nbsp;in Georgia&amp;nbsp;during New Years Eve. Usually I am sitting in Brittany's basement watching some amazing 80's flick or at the Chick-fil-A bowl game where her dad gets amazing tickets. This year however Me and Theron are sitting in our house watching the bowl game while I occasionally do laundry. I know big night... I was asleep from 4 to about 6. I know I am such an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am going to take this time to make my New Year's Resolution list. I feel pretty good about going into this New Year. I already have a jumpstart on my weight loss, I have knocked off a couple of items off last years list. This year I am making a list to have things become more habitual where I wont have to keep thinking about doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loose the last 10-15 lbs to bring me to my goal weight :oD!!! that will be 35-40 lbs all together!&lt;br /&gt;- Read one book every month&lt;br /&gt;- read my bible during my break at work (I already do this sometimes but I need to be better about it)&lt;br /&gt;- Keep prayer request list updated&lt;br /&gt;-find a class on Sunday and wednesday nights :oS &lt;br /&gt;- finish one painting every 3 months (that seems like a long time but&amp;nbsp; I get side-tracked a lot &amp;amp; i am trying to be realistic)&lt;br /&gt;- fold laundry as soon as it gets out of the dryer&lt;br /&gt;-do dishes before bed every night&lt;br /&gt;-Invite at least one couple over for dinner and games.... this sounds silly but I feel like I need to learn to be a better hostess&lt;br /&gt;-household items i want crossed off list by next year.... if financially possible&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -paint sun porch/ turn into dining room&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - island for kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - stain trim and doors&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; ***laminate wood flooring through house*** goal time (fall of 2011) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-9219958111432294814?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/9219958111432294814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/9219958111432294814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/9219958111432294814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-happy-new-year.html' title='....and a happy new year!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-1327548801343708474</id><published>2010-12-30T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:45:26.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Well hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over a month since my last post! However I don't think I will do a ton of catching you guys up on things.... I can't remember everything, it's boring and you will probably skim past most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill hit&amp;nbsp;a couple of&amp;nbsp;main points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Etsy is awesome for gifts. They are more personal and you can just ship them long distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;I finished Cheryl's painting by December 21st. I don't even know if I had talked about her comminsioning me to do a painting. She wanted it of Little Rock Central High School. It is not a pretty building but it has a lot of sentimental value. Here is how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0gL1ndn1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/U1a1qB5kYxM/s1600/LR+Central+High+painting2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0gL1ndn1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/U1a1qB5kYxM/s320/LR+Central+High+painting2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loved it which is what matters most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- I have FINALLY crossed off multiple to-dos on my list of house updates that I have had since we moved in two years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TO-DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;New Faucets in Bathrooms&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-New Kitchen Sink Faucet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- Paint back bathroom &amp;amp; laundry&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- print off and frame photos/ artwork&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-decorate above kitchen cabinets&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-Herb box in kitchen&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;It felt SO good to get these crossed off. Because I am very realistic about my house. We don't have a lot of money to spend, nor do I have a lot of time to spend working on things. Yes I would love for my house to look like those interior decorating blogs I love so much. I do feel like I set my internal clock 2 years ago for these few things. I didn't want all updates to be done but I did want a face-lift for each of the rooms. Here is everything I have done over the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Living Room: I finally got rid of my ceiling tiles that I used to put up all my favorite prints. It was a good quick cheap fix for awhile, but I am glad its gone. I got all those frames from Goodwill, Half of them I had to paint black and add borders but it is still WAY cheaper than buying brand new frames!oh and I got that large frame with the print of bridge from good will for 8$! Look my sculpture is finally hanging in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jJgKP59I/AAAAAAAAAYE/-nO7qSMQQ6A/s1600/cakes+and+more+014+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jJgKP59I/AAAAAAAAAYE/-nO7qSMQQ6A/s320/cakes+and+more+014+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jRIfk6CI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Y9tILzUd0pw/s1600/cakes+and+more+015+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jRIfk6CI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Y9tILzUd0pw/s320/cakes+and+more+015+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jYUtPUiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Q6ZMaA8eJfo/s1600/cakes+and+more+016+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jYUtPUiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Q6ZMaA8eJfo/s320/cakes+and+more+016+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry &amp;nbsp;I couldnt get a good picture of my wall collage, the glare was in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jfenpQRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/25pkUPYCqVc/s1600/cakes+and+more+018+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jfenpQRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/25pkUPYCqVc/s320/cakes+and+more+018+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0l3JS9gJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SBFWIwZ8gPg/s1600/cakes+and+more+025+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0l3JS9gJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SBFWIwZ8gPg/s320/cakes+and+more+025+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kitchen: I finally got decorations for above my cabinets when everything was 50% off at hobby lobby, its just twisty things and berry stems with some twinkle lights. Plus our faucet broke so we had to get a new one : oD a nice suprise. thats my herb planter on the window seal... Ive always wanted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jozi3CpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SvPBL-gLeog/s1600/cakes+and+more+020+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0jozi3CpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SvPBL-gLeog/s320/cakes+and+more+020+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our bedroom: we used to have NOTHING on the walls. I like this because it is simple and clean lines. I found that mantle at the goodwill in Georgia I think it was 5$ its solid wood&amp;nbsp;and has&amp;nbsp;grooves to hold frames.&lt;br /&gt;I had most of these pictures i framed I just had to wait till I had the time and money to frame them. I love the rock candles from TJ Maxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0juH8lppI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5MIFDqMiifQ/s1600/cakes+and+more+021+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0juH8lppI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5MIFDqMiifQ/s320/cakes+and+more+021+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back Bathroom: Got new paint and patches sealed from when Tosca was a pup. I had to stick my Bob Dylan poster somewhere... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0j0TlOeBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EzcQ_HhF7Tg/s1600/cakes+and+more+022+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0j0TlOeBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EzcQ_HhF7Tg/s320/cakes+and+more+022+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;we got new knobs for the vanity I got that mirror at Fayetteville Trading Post for 8$ oringinally 50$ from Hobby Lobby. Those faucets are the same in both bathrooms. I got them at Habitat for Humanity for 40$ each. Which is awesome for a nice Faucet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0j9jimkLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3xKcViIW62Y/s1600/cakes+and+more+024+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0j9jimkLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3xKcViIW62Y/s320/cakes+and+more+024+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0kDA3QaGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9H8amOaP49Q/s1600/cakes+and+more+026+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0kDA3QaGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9H8amOaP49Q/s320/cakes+and+more+026+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0kOUqMMJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8K-LI44IskY/s1600/cakes+and+more+028+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0kOUqMMJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8K-LI44IskY/s320/cakes+and+more+028+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿just new framed art and soap in the front bathroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have lots to do though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-1327548801343708474?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/1327548801343708474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/12/updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1327548801343708474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1327548801343708474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TR0gL1ndn1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/U1a1qB5kYxM/s72-c/LR+Central+High+painting2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-6599310057684056494</id><published>2010-11-04T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:40:04.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to be better at being an encourager. It is something I lost through college, maybe because I felt like I had to take care of myself so I couldn't rely on anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just small steps... Commenting on people's blogs more often.... even strangers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering help when I feel like someone is to their breaking point.... just trying to read people better and how I can serve them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know it can get discouraging when others don't come through for you when you need it most. But I am going to try not to dwell on that.... I think thats why I gave up on the notion before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I really want to talk about right now... I have things on my mind but I am not ready to write about them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-6599310057684056494?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/6599310057684056494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6599310057684056494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6599310057684056494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-7342278019615189489</id><published>2010-11-03T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:17:30.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I have to say I am already excited for the Holidays. This year we will definitely not be able to go back to Georgia at&amp;nbsp;any time. Which makes me sad, but I am also looking forward some good hard work and large paychecks. As long as I am getting to be creative work doesn't bother me, and usually I will find a way to do that anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do with these paychecks?... you may ask. We have been saving up for some home improvement projects for our house that I have been aching to check off my mental list. Don't get me wrong I love our little house. It was a great investment, and I am so proud that we made ourselves homeowners at 22 years old. But we also bought a house that I saw a lot of potential in and when I have a vision it is really difficult for me to hold back. If I could I would use a week vacation just to get everything perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to understand why I do this. It is incredibly difficult for me to just not change things around me. Sometimes this can be a good thing, like with our marriage, or my spiritual life. i am not a planner but I like to mentally prepare myself for some things if that makes sense. Lets say if I know I will be around someone difficult for an entire weekend it is best for&amp;nbsp;me to know two days in advance. I feel like I am jabbering but it is only because Theron is taking a class all this week, and I feel strange blabbing to my dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then&amp;nbsp;Our Minister&amp;nbsp;said something in one of his sermons that made me feel better about not wanting to feel content. He said "We are all either falling away from God or drawing nearer to him. There is no standing still." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I would not have agreed with that statement. I felt okay that I prayed occasionally, because I knew what I believed. But then It hit me that God also knows who I am and the true intentions of my heart, and that was the first time that that notion scared me. There has to be some kind of movement otherwise we aren't alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't for awhile there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-7342278019615189489?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7342278019615189489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7342278019615189489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7342278019615189489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-5470775958009117239</id><published>2010-11-01T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:19:29.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change of Heart</title><content type='html'>I am working on this blog being a very direct reflection of me and my walk through life. Sometimes crazy/funny things happen but in the end I feel like many people just don't want to feel alone in their thoughts. So here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About four weeks ago I made a decision to just stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelming myself in things that I thought I was supposed to want out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A career that would pay me what my college education was "worth" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Financial stability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Closeness with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Freedom to pursue creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this sounds silly but I would get really REALLY bummed when one of these things didn't pan out the way it was supposed to. I have always had high expectations out of life. Not in an optimistic way but in a idealistic way even though I consider myself a realist. I blame it on reading too many fairy tales and believing in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our life group we started a lesson on Paul and Romans and around the same time Tim started preaching about the Holy Spirit. And it was around this time I decided I just needed to purify my intentions and expectations of life. Growing up in a hard-working upper middle class family didn't always train me for how to deal with life's unexpected turns. We all usually have a plan B anyway. But then it hit me after&amp;nbsp; praying and reading Romans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;u&gt;deserve&lt;/u&gt; anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the one who deserves everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was that solitary acknowledgement that has led to me just waking up and thanking him for being alive. I used to hate hearing people say that... honestly.&amp;nbsp; I think because I never understood how minuscule&amp;nbsp;I was. Growing into the grown-up version of myself is making it so much more difficult to understand and rely on God, because the world looks so much bigger now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just working on how to apply this to my life. Mission Emphasis Sunday is next week and I am praying for God to help me understand how he needs me to be a part. I have never gone on an overseas mission, usually&amp;nbsp;I say because there is so much to be done here.... but honestly I never do community work either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know... I am comfortable being very honest about my spiritual walk with others so this feels like something I can continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 5: 2-5 " And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character, and character hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-5470775958009117239?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5470775958009117239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/11/change-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5470775958009117239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5470775958009117239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/11/change-of-heart.html' title='A Change of Heart'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8655479209507896072</id><published>2010-10-27T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:35:38.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>persistence and patience</title><content type='html'>I would like to draw attention to my ticker at the top left of my blog. That's right 20 lbs down and 15 more to go! Ever since my eating has&amp;nbsp;become more habits and knowing that I just can't eat whatever I feel like anymore it has gotten easier for me to stick to a healthy diet. It was all in my head. I didn't loose a single pound for about 2 1/2 weeks then dropped 3 and then another 2, and it feels awesome. I am a cake decorator that doesn't eat cake. Not saying that I will never eat it but I am MUCH more conscious of how much I have eaten it over a long span of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. God has blessed me with an answered prayer. That I will continue to pray about. I can't tell you how much it means to me to have a church family that I can count on. I don't think I have ever had that before in my life. We are truly blessed, and Bentonville Church of Christ is the only place I can see us being for a very long time. Thank you to everyone for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8655479209507896072?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8655479209507896072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/10/persistence-and-patience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8655479209507896072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8655479209507896072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/10/persistence-and-patience.html' title='persistence and patience'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2465524600478659297</id><published>2010-10-16T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:01:30.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Defining Sense of Self Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>After enduring these past two weeks I am convinced I can handle almost anything.... cake wise. Last weekend and this weekend I had 4 wedding cakes due each weekend. Which wouldn't be a huge deal except that Everyone else in Bella Vista decided to have birthdays those days as well. By the end of Thursday I had run out of sheet cake. Luckily I had ordered a large amount of cake to come in friday morning. Sorry ahead of time if none of this makes sense my body is just now realizing how exhausted it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure. &lt;br /&gt;I love the physicality of my job. My favorite sculptor Louise Nevelson wrote in her book about how much she needed&amp;nbsp;physical labor&amp;nbsp;in her process and how she was built for it. It was always a statement that reasonated with me. One of the things that I was so unhappy with teaching wise was it felt so stagnate for me. Almost as if my brain doesn't function in full capacity if my body isn't moving with it. I love that if I have to or not I could stand pretty much a full day and not be aching the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel really happy where I am in my job, friendships, spirituality, and marriage. I feel more like myself than I have in a long time, and it was pretty much because I strongly evaluated what I wanted out of life. And with a lot of prayers I have decided that if I would just TRY to be content where I am then God would use me the way I needed to be used. No I don't make even half the money I would be making as a teacher or in a Museum. But I also probably wouldn't feel as big of a sense of accomplishment either. It sounds strange I know because I am only a cake decorator but it just feels like it fits right now and I shouldn't be forcing myself to try on more shoes just because people will notice them, they cost more, or have more value. These shoes are just my size and style and i love them just the way they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write more but my eyes are involuntarily closing... bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2465524600478659297?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2465524600478659297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/10/defining-sense-of-self-accomplishment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2465524600478659297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2465524600478659297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/10/defining-sense-of-self-accomplishment.html' title='A Defining Sense of Self Accomplishment'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8069639381629080593</id><published>2010-09-21T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:56:55.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was not exaggerating</title><content type='html'>When I started this post it was Monday at 3 pm and I&amp;nbsp;was sitting on the couch with three pillows under my knee, watching Bridget Jones' Diary, which usually I would love but I&amp;nbsp;hate the fact that I dont feel like I can move around. I&amp;nbsp;woke up at 8 am&amp;nbsp;this morning which is early&amp;nbsp;for my off day. I had a bunch of things on my list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do dishes&lt;br /&gt;2. take shower (yes I had to make&amp;nbsp;a point to do that)&lt;br /&gt;3. fix leak in basement&lt;br /&gt;4. clean-out basement&lt;br /&gt;5. go to walmart get more staples for staple gun&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean-out guest bedroom closet&lt;br /&gt;7. de clutter kitchen and random drawers&lt;br /&gt;8. fold laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I was finishing up #4 I broke a large vase I used to have in my old bathroom back when I lived in Fayetteville. I begrudgingly picked up the pieces and put them in a garbage bag. Yes I know.... not a great place, but I said to myself "Abby make sure and be careful when you move those because the glass could still get you!" So one more broken pot and a couple of more boxes later I started moving everything to the street&amp;nbsp;so the garbage men could earn a living. It was literally the last thing I moved so I was soooooo tired and aggrivated at how overgrown our side path was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I feel is something scratch my leg only I look down and blood is pouring down my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit" (pardon my french but I was really freaked out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am all alone.... Theron is at a golf thing in Missouri and I might need stitches!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hobble inside looking for the closest clean rag to stop the bleeding and tell myself to stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats next Abby....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belt... I need a belt to keep the rag from falling off the wound&lt;br /&gt;So I get my belt and fashion it some odd way... so I can make some phone calls.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Theron... (i hear wind blowing) "Hey Babe, whats up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (crying) "I cut myself really bad and I don't know if I need stitches"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theron: "Well How deep is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know... it was bleeding bad and I can't really tell... I mean its the worst cut I have ever gotten. (still crying) It's not deeper than a half inch? Somewhere between a cut and a gash???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theron: "Keep something on it to stop the bleeding and I will call you back in 30 minutes to check on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay bye" (sniffle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could loose my leg by then i must call someone else.... BRITTANY, my best friend who is going to nursing school!!! she hardly EVER picks up the phone the first try but Miraculously she does!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I just need someone to calm me down.... I do not deal well with things affecting my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany: "Well Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Im having a crisis!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: "whats wrong!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I need you to tell me if I need stitches"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.... &lt;br /&gt;Brittany had to counsel me through buying butterfly bandages, cleaning my wound, keeping it elevated, ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was that once I hung up the phone I started having cold chills. Usually blood doesn't affect me that much but since my flesh had seperated and I started thinking I was going to puke or faint. Only I couldn't catch my breath... It seemed as though I was having a full out panic attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled to the sofa and As I am going to sit I start having tunnel vision where everything starts going black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of seconds I pull it together because I am not done cleaning this mother! AND I still need to go get those butterfly bandages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that that was the only time I avoided fainting from changing my bandages but It happens two more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I tell&amp;nbsp; you that I am not good with blood, gashes, medical stories, or anything involving upsetting things to the human body I am not exaggerating...... no&amp;nbsp; matter how&amp;nbsp;much it seems like I am exaggerating this story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERON TOLD ME IT WASNT EVEN THAT BAD.... ugghhhhh well see when I get my scar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8069639381629080593?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8069639381629080593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-not-exaggerating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8069639381629080593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8069639381629080593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-not-exaggerating.html' title='I was not exaggerating'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-7542333522076777872</id><published>2010-09-04T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:34:23.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Results!</title><content type='html'>I have lost 8 lbs!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying that I am going to diet for awhile but after I got back from Georgia I was highly motivated. My little sister, Joanna, and I text each other our weight every morning and she has helped me soooooo much these first two weeks. She is going to Georgia State's School for Nutrition but she has really just kept me motivated. I lost the first 5 lbs really quickly and actually fluctuated up 2 lbs when I had been hardcore dieting for a couple of days so I got kind of discouraged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never had to diet you would have no idea of the emotional exhaustion this plays in your mind. After I lost those 5 lbs it felt like I was stuck.... like I could do it forever and it would never do a bit of good. So when I weighed myself this morning I was ECSTATIC about loosing 3 more lbs. And now I am super motivated!!! Haven't had a piece of scrap cake in 2 weeks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those curious, I am counting calories. only eating between 1,100 and 1,300 a day. I keep a journal, so it makes me think before I eat anything, which is good for a stress eater like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-7542333522076777872?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7542333522076777872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/09/seeing-results.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7542333522076777872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7542333522076777872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/09/seeing-results.html' title='Seeing Results!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2502902815071230767</id><published>2010-08-29T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:59:06.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can never go back.... but you can look back :o)</title><content type='html'>O M G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know me in Highschool.... This is as close as you will get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veada-the-odieous.xanga.com/"&gt;http://veada-the-odieous.xanga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So embarassing....&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty good entry that summed me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, March 29, 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha so today i was incredibly dizzy and feeling like i am going to puke chute, but i didnt. in fact i was so out of it that i went to Library Aide during 5th period when i was supposed to be in Sculpture, i skipped 5th b/c i thought i was supposed to go to 6th period, i realized i had skipped a class when i was walking to Bible during 6th period and realized that i didnt have english at the end of the day, so something was wrong, i had to stop Aaron McLaughlan and ask him what period we were supposed to be going to... hopefully Coach Baker will understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then when i got home i didnt get to sleep b/c i had to go back and pick joanna up at 4:30 from spartan spec practice (WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO UNTIL 4:30) that leaves me no time to do anything!!! but anyways i am on my way to pick her up and i notice 316 is blocked so i figure there is a wreck on 316 so i go further up sugarloaf to go 85 south, little did i know the "wreck" was stoppin gup that traffic also, but it was too late to turn back, I SPEND 1 HOUR JUST ON THE RAMP TRY ING TO GET ONTO 85!!!! and you know what, when i passed the "wreck" there was no "wreck" to be found, police had blocked 1 LANE OF TRAFFIC, 1 LANE!!! and this stopped up all what 6 lanes of traffic, and you want ot know why, b/c every lane had to stop and look to see what was happening, and ill tell you what was happening NOTHING!!!!!! i spent hours 4 to 6 in the car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh yea ps, i had to urinate extremely bad when i was stuck on the ramp which made it all the worse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all in all ... not a very good day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2502902815071230767?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2502902815071230767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can-never-go-back-but-you-can-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2502902815071230767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2502902815071230767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can-never-go-back-but-you-can-look.html' title='You can never go back.... but you can look back :o)'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4681149054109228292</id><published>2010-08-14T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:34:11.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VACA!!!</title><content type='html'>Me and Theron are finally getting to go to Georgia to see my family and some of my best gal pals!!! I will be gone a week with no more posting of cakes on Facebook (I know you are so depressed) but in case you get bored.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most amazing website ever... It will keep you laughing for hours. Make sure you search around it.... Happy Faulker Satherhood is a personal fav as well as the vast spelling errors that occur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!! I'll see you when I get back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4681149054109228292?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4681149054109228292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/08/vaca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4681149054109228292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4681149054109228292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/08/vaca.html' title='VACA!!!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3531609963883969466</id><published>2010-08-01T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:06:49.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from Blah to AHHHH (insert angels singing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFXt7Ai3HLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oAKzr5Cx3nI/s1600/lamp+after.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFXt7Ai3HLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oAKzr5Cx3nI/s320/lamp+after.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFXt836rxGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5vMD-8-FafI/s1600/lampbefore.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFXt836rxGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5vMD-8-FafI/s320/lampbefore.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got this lamp with my mom from goodwill. I passed by it twice I think and finally actually took a look at it. It Looked like something out of a bad 1970's science fiction film. It had a bunch of wierd moss and hairy dead leaves in it. so I gave it a good cleaning and filled it with these bulbs I got from the Goodwill for 25 cents a piece. I think most of them are Christmas bulbs. The lamp was 5.00$ but the shade was 25$. Sadly I was hoping to find one I liked for cheaper but alas I could not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3531609963883969466?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3531609963883969466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-blah-to-ahhhh-insert-angels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3531609963883969466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3531609963883969466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-blah-to-ahhhh-insert-angels.html' title='from Blah to AHHHH (insert angels singing)'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFXt7Ai3HLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oAKzr5Cx3nI/s72-c/lamp+after.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3440237360470592886</id><published>2010-07-31T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:22:07.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger than Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFTKz4zNRzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/j97CnTCAyFc/s1600/stranger_than_fiction_dvd__1_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFTKz4zNRzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/j97CnTCAyFc/s320/stranger_than_fiction_dvd__1_.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bumping this movie up to #1 in my favorites. I just decided to watch it out of the blue while Theron was grilling and I forgot how much I loved it. I can't decide what I love the most, how Emma Thompson so vividly portrays the creative process, the amazing cast, or outstanding storyline. This is not your average Will Farrell movie... it is so much better. Be warned though its not roll on the floor funny. It is smart, warm, and heartfelt.&amp;nbsp; Here is my favorite ending commentary from Emma Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch and tell me what you thought.... I hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3440237360470592886?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3440237360470592886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/stranger-than-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3440237360470592886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3440237360470592886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TFTKz4zNRzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/j97CnTCAyFc/s72-c/stranger_than_fiction_dvd__1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3169135483515144527</id><published>2010-07-30T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:35:27.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I carry your heart with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i carry your heart with me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E E Cummings&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom's visit my homesickness went from bad to worse. I only got to spend one day with her. And my heart literally aches from not seeing my family and friends in Georgia. To all who read I miss you dearly but carry you in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3169135483515144527?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3169135483515144527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3169135483515144527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3169135483515144527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='I carry your heart with me'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8362739595015027095</id><published>2010-07-24T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:03:01.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those aren't real Lemons</title><content type='html'>I promise home make-over pictures awhile ago. Although these are seemingly small changes to me they make all the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start with the kitchen it is what has changed the most since we moved in two years ago.&amp;nbsp; This is pretty much how it looked when we first moved in we just painted the walls a light green because we didn't feel like messing with the cabinets and we didn't have the proper funding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuTXrUyc3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fRh1bVTune8/s1600/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuTXrUyc3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fRh1bVTune8/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seemed weird but I didn't want all white because it gets really dirty on the bottom and it is just too white for me. So I decided to go with a Walnut stain on the bottom. And I finally got my big table legs and stained them to match. I love this table, it even has two more sections to add when we expand to a larger house. We are going to be putting laminate flooring in all over the house and I think we are going to do a walnut stain. The laminate in the kitchen is not the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPuTTM7oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bzqGptJ1K1Q/s1600/homemakeovers+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPuTTM7oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bzqGptJ1K1Q/s320/homemakeovers+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom got me these antique milkglass salt and pepper shakers from Kudzuu in Avondale GA, one of the greatest thrift stores EVER! I love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRed3GA_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/m14Myi-QGFg/s1600/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRed3GA_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/m14Myi-QGFg/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPvx5FwYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/97UP0WarP1k/s1600/homemakeovers+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPvx5FwYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/97UP0WarP1k/s320/homemakeovers+012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got this kitchen towel at a thrift store and I am obsessed with it. It is just so cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPxiQZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rfY0EEh2Kgc/s1600/homemakeovers+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPxiQZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rfY0EEh2Kgc/s320/homemakeovers+013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On to the Bathroom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We started with this light blue color but it just never grew on me. When I painted the guest bedroom I decided to try the color in the bathroom and loved it. I am hoping we get a new sink counter soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPSyDURqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/n4Uv6hOiuxA/s1600/cakes+and+more+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPSyDURqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/n4Uv6hOiuxA/s320/cakes+and+more+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPnCOYnRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gKAOJsmCdc8/s1600/homemakeovers+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPnCOYnRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gKAOJsmCdc8/s320/homemakeovers+007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPe_oH1eI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ij_M4CIQk1k/s1600/homemakeovers+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPe_oH1eI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ij_M4CIQk1k/s320/homemakeovers+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Theron calls this our 40 dollar hamper. Cute storage is expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPiIcGCYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2ad6WTPTkQA/s1600/homemakeovers+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPiIcGCYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2ad6WTPTkQA/s320/homemakeovers+004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Living Room. It actually has not changed too much but we got a better TV &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRXVzpBEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w0EFFuGqMWQ/s1600/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRXVzpBEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w0EFFuGqMWQ/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRT5ohMnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UT1EaU4YKp8/s1600/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRT5ohMnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UT1EaU4YKp8/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPqSU_GyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/X0iz6ijC1Is/s1600/homemakeovers+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuPqSU_GyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/X0iz6ijC1Is/s320/homemakeovers+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Insert new tv in above picture here. Everything else looks the same. We love our window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRZARMoVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2IAExnHpruA/s1600/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuRZARMoVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2IAExnHpruA/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;the only thing we have done to our room is organize the closet but boy did it need it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuQSh0yn1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ntS2a2hHm-M/s1600/cakes+and+more+012+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuQSh0yn1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ntS2a2hHm-M/s320/cakes+and+more+012+(2).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We weren't utilizing our space very well. I found these Baskets at TJ Maxx and got rid of the once were cute carboard ones from IKEA they don't hold up well... good to know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuQcvH2okI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xkORbQNsvFE/s1600/cakes+and+more+013+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuQcvH2okI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xkORbQNsvFE/s320/cakes+and+more+013+(2).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuQqKbPpLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vqeNNShvadc/s1600/cakes+and+more+015+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuQqKbPpLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vqeNNShvadc/s320/cakes+and+more+015+(2).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahhh much better!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well that is all for now I have some new projects underway in my head! Hope you enjoyed and were inspired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8362739595015027095?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8362739595015027095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/those-arent-real-lemons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8362739595015027095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8362739595015027095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/those-arent-real-lemons.html' title='Those aren&apos;t real Lemons'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEuTXrUyc3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fRh1bVTune8/s72-c/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-150753286518638446</id><published>2010-07-20T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:14:33.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like sharing...</title><content type='html'>I haven't shared these on here before. These are the only ones that I can find that I documented since I switched computers three times. I am starting two new pieces so I am getting pumped up for them. Hope you enjoy. I threw in some of my sculptures as well. Just be glad I didn't put it all my trillion figure sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;If you click they enlarge pretty big....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEZVWa2_IOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aqRabyMxFIA/s1600/Pedestal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEZVWa2_IOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aqRabyMxFIA/s320/Pedestal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEZVW4j8XhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_husKldZYBk/s1600/Pedestal+detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEZVW4j8XhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_husKldZYBk/s320/Pedestal+detail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEZWMeZT2gI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LOVV604sOBM/s1600/summer2003+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEZWMeZT2gI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LOVV604sOBM/s320/summer2003+046.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All so very Abby eh?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't have the strength to try to put them in any type of order sorry. If maybe if you guys were a possible future employer it would be different :oD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-150753286518638446?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/150753286518638446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/150753286518638446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/150753286518638446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-sharing.html' title='I feel like sharing...'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TEZVWa2_IOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aqRabyMxFIA/s72-c/Pedestal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2671073600806341179</id><published>2010-07-19T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:12:19.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fever</title><content type='html'>I have semi been going a little crazy with summer cabin fever. To be honest I don't like to go anywhere July-August because it is so terribly hot everywhere. But I also have not been wanting to stay at home. So to take my mind off of the fact that I will probably not be getting any vacation time for at least another month I have been thrifting, cooking, and watching a lot of Leverage with the hubs. In the summer my food cravings get out of wack, because I don't like to eat a lot of heavy things, and I can't eat soup when it is 90 degrees out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy about two new recipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these Chicken Avacado Napoleon's after seeing Giada's show and they are Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaRA1R1GI/AAAAAAAAATo/K_UTusVDaW0/s1600/GH0112_Napoleons_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaRA1R1GI/AAAAAAAAATo/K_UTusVDaW0/s320/GH0112_Napoleons_lg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is kind of a bad picture that I got from Food Networks&amp;nbsp;website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were in the mood for something&amp;nbsp;tropical so we made up a recipe for &lt;br /&gt;Hawiian Chicken and Mango Pizza, this was our first attempt at making our own pizza and we were very scared for the outcome&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaZ8JGjhI/AAAAAAAAATs/INsU9f8QNuQ/s1600/cakes+and+more+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaZ8JGjhI/AAAAAAAAATs/INsU9f8QNuQ/s320/cakes+and+more+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is now one of my favorite pizzas and I a pizza type of girl. Theron was even shocked at how good it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note I went to Fayetteville with my friend Nellie today and she introduced me to the wonderful world of Orange Mango yogurt on Dickson street. (I didn't take these pictures I found them online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETai1KmsII/AAAAAAAAAT0/wUbvgc9KQjQ/s1600/orangemango_r470x260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETai1KmsII/AAAAAAAAAT0/wUbvgc9KQjQ/s320/orangemango_r470x260.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You go in and pick up your bowl and are greeted with a wall of frozen yogurt choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETa_5tbiTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/A0zgDXQ_52Y/s1600/VTVRq5ruPokntA-640m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETa_5tbiTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/A0zgDXQ_52Y/s320/VTVRq5ruPokntA-640m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Half of them are sweet like cake batter, coffee, vanilla, cheesecake, chocolate, and the other half are tart like pineapple, mango, pomegrante, ect. I chose chocolate and pomegrante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next you get to choose from a large variety toppings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETao4Bob8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4AowNaTxB9I/s1600/1KOiIqgMusaHLk-640m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETao4Bob8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4AowNaTxB9I/s320/1KOiIqgMusaHLk-640m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After you weigh and pay you get to eat in their trendy table nooks overlooking dickson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaue-wa0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/48J9rfYv4jU/s1600/6tmAhX2snT53Nn-640m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaue-wa0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/48J9rfYv4jU/s320/6tmAhX2snT53Nn-640m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well and dickson street mural that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already dreaming of my next visit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is they are all non-fat or low-fat! Now we need to get one in Bentonville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaivp2-AI/AAAAAAAAATw/vXA9X9lHjuo/s1600/Orange-Mango.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaivp2-AI/AAAAAAAAATw/vXA9X9lHjuo/s320/Orange-Mango.jpg" width="240" /&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/4579456656096160383-2671073600806341179?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2671073600806341179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2671073600806341179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2671073600806341179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-fever.html' title='Summer Fever'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TETaRA1R1GI/AAAAAAAAATo/K_UTusVDaW0/s72-c/GH0112_Napoleons_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4979914171433828119</id><published>2010-07-14T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:04:53.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY! New Format!</title><content type='html'>I loved my old background but I hate writing in that small space everything always looks so smushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have added super new buttons, Backgrounds, and headers, for your viewing pleasure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed it a lot before I was happy with it so hopefully it will stay like this awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the song, even though it is still Hem. I am searching for better tunes that are not obnoxious, either way you can always mute it. I however lub this song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea I still can't figure out how to change my posting fonts.... der&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4979914171433828119?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4979914171433828119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-new-format.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4979914171433828119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4979914171433828119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-new-format.html' title='YAY! 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I tell you this so that no one may deceive you by fine-sounding arguments. For though I am absent from you in body, I am present with you in spirit and delight to see how orderly you are and how firm your faith in Christ is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may need to get this tatooed on my wrist so I never forget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-5450494344137232415?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5450494344137232415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5450494344137232415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5450494344137232415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/desires.html' title='Desires'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TD0ktup3JNI/AAAAAAAAASo/3G-h1U1wjBc/s72-c/mirror-am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-1665139568284967469</id><published>2010-07-06T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:52:20.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Drive Me Crazy... but I can't live without you</title><content type='html'>First of all Blogger is being SO annoying. I FINALLY have all these great comments and it isn't posting them, But no worries I have gotten them in e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Theron has been driving me CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is because we finally had two days off together, but we are no longer used to it, or if it is because he has a headache but I have literally almost slapped him five times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a hitter.... If you hurt my feelings or are being so absolutely ridiculous that the only way I can show you just how angry I am is through physical contact I WILL deck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire pitfall of the hideousness that was this evening stemmed from our trip to Sam's Club on Sunday. On Sunday we were getting along there great. Theron likes to go with me to make sure I stay on budget and I like to go with him to make sure we eat...&lt;br /&gt;Well I apparently hadn't been keeping a close enough eye on him because the only meat he bought us was a 2 lb bag of frozen COOKED shrimp! &lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was going to thaw out the Tilapia I thought he had purchased and realized we didn't have any, I thought "its ok we will just eat shrimp" then as i gaze into the freezer and see precooked frozen shrimp I lose it! but silently. I cover my face with my hands to hide the look of utter annoyance from piercing theron out of my eyeballs. I guess it would help to know that he had just yelled at me for eating a snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get in the car to go get some fish but for some reason Theron is still wanting to call the shots, even though he has a bad headache. So he decides he wants us to go to Allen's which is like the worst place to get fish... but I am just being quiet and soon he admits that this was a bad decision.... and I am just smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he finally relinquishes power to me I start being more understanding of his condition and actually really start to worry because he had a little bump on the back of his head and had said that was where his head hurt. So being the hypochondriac that I am, I start to think of crazy things that it could be and eventually I am worrying about being a widow, taking care of myself when I am sick and having to wash and dry dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of the story. There are times where I have to walk away from him because he makes me so frustrated, but Thinking of him ill or worse makes me sick to my stomach. He is probably the only person who I have let down the entirety of my walls for, or he has broken through them, that is usually a must when getting close to me. So I shall cherish our fights and his crazy comments as he walks into the room at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-1665139568284967469?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/1665139568284967469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-drive-me-crazy-but-i-cant-live.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1665139568284967469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1665139568284967469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-drive-me-crazy-but-i-cant-live.html' title='You Drive Me Crazy... but I can&apos;t live without you'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-1638603677828101385</id><published>2010-07-06T11:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:56:47.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comments and songs</title><content type='html'>You have no Idea how HAPPY your comments made me!!! I feel like such a comment whore... I would do anything for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: I hate it because I don't have an Anthropologie up here and they haven't sent my Catalouge to my new address!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toria: I love that song, it is one of the reasons I named my blog Half an Acre. They are a really great band there is another song on that playlist by them. They remind me of a less annoying, more mellow version&amp;nbsp;of the Cranberries (sometimes her voice would get on my nerves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellie: Thanks for giving me your opinion! I am glad you figured out how to comment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added some new songs that I would add to the soundtrack of my life... please enjoy and comment while I try to figure out another fun blog post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-1638603677828101385?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/1638603677828101385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/comments-and-songs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1638603677828101385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1638603677828101385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/comments-and-songs.html' title='comments and songs'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8344788119161639425</id><published>2010-07-05T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:47:40.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Confess</title><content type='html'>I have had it in my head to make this post for awhile now to better introduce myself. Note taken: Everyone that reads my blog knows me quite well, but just in case you didn't know here are some questions answered... I will warn you some may be conpletely random but it should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my name: Abigail Kathleen, like many artists I have changed my signature over the years. At one point I signed&amp;nbsp;art ABI, Now I prefer Abigail Kathleen.... totally wierd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a cat that lived for 18 years. It died when I was 19.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a soundtrack for my life that I could always hear in my head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am fascinated by people with multiple personalities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Theron's first date was to&amp;nbsp; Waffle House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite thing to buy from TJ Maxx is their pretty smelling bar soaps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My celebrity crushes are Jim Sturgess and John Kransinki, I have a thing for gangly goofy guys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJARu9lUuI/AAAAAAAAARM/0xgV2ze8gSk/s1600/johnkransinki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJARu9lUuI/AAAAAAAAARM/0xgV2ze8gSk/s320/johnkransinki.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJARAV3m2I/AAAAAAAAARI/Vna6TeY2vEY/s1600/jim+sturgess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJARAV3m2I/AAAAAAAAARI/Vna6TeY2vEY/s320/jim+sturgess.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My vote for favorite Actors is a tie between Leo Dicaprio and Johnny Depp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJASrTkMjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wBSVSaJtKkA/s1600/johnny_depp_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJASrTkMjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wBSVSaJtKkA/s320/johnny_depp_10.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJATLaPTMI/AAAAAAAAARU/zP1Aef8a1ZY/s1600/LeonardoDicaprio3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJATLaPTMI/AAAAAAAAARU/zP1Aef8a1ZY/s320/LeonardoDicaprio3.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My ultimate Favorite movie is Mommie Dearest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJAUFFlSKI/AAAAAAAAARY/pOIXYi_5BF8/s1600/mommie_dearest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJAUFFlSKI/AAAAAAAAARY/pOIXYi_5BF8/s320/mommie_dearest.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My vote for best actress is a tie between Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet, and Ill have to add Meryl Streep in that one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJDXAeDVnI/AAAAAAAAARg/33IZd4caKFs/s1600/kate-winslet-hair-bp3-blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJDXAeDVnI/AAAAAAAAARg/33IZd4caKFs/s320/kate-winslet-hair-bp3-blogger.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJDTHE-mdI/AAAAAAAAARc/MiLm4yyIJUg/s1600/Emma_Thompson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJDTHE-mdI/AAAAAAAAARc/MiLm4yyIJUg/s320/Emma_Thompson.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't watch medical shows or documentaries because I am a hypocondriac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am not a phone talker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I get homesick every 6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite smell is burning leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The only animal I could shoot for a million dollars is maybe a squirrel or a bird, unless of course it is attacking me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I could have a superpower it wold be Bella's ability to protect herself and her loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I could have one famous painting in my house I would have to choose between Whistler's "Nocturne" and Milton Avery's "Autumn"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJrrgd6EjI/AAAAAAAAASE/rtC-780QJNw/s1600/Nocturne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJrrgd6EjI/AAAAAAAAASE/rtC-780QJNw/s320/Nocturne.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJr1Rs1esI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZpMwKNwxvxY/s1600/autumn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJr1Rs1esI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZpMwKNwxvxY/s320/autumn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If I could, I would devote an entire room to a Louise Nevelson Installation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJrsPGBzUI/AAAAAAAAASI/Sfc8S3wbrnY/s1600/normal_Louise_Nevelson_Sky_Cathedral_1958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJrsPGBzUI/AAAAAAAAASI/Sfc8S3wbrnY/s320/normal_Louise_Nevelson_Sky_Cathedral_1958.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sargent's "Lady Agnew of Lochnaw" is my favorite portrait... I think ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJrwg-1jZI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pqo2LXlGls8/s1600/ladyagnewoflochnawbyjohnsingersargent1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJrwg-1jZI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pqo2LXlGls8/s320/ladyagnewoflochnawbyjohnsingersargent1.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I adore these cupcakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJuWPd-5CI/AAAAAAAAASU/tT7pdme2S6E/s1600/cupcakes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJuWPd-5CI/AAAAAAAAASU/tT7pdme2S6E/s320/cupcakes.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could buy every home decor item from Anthropologie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I could pick one time in my life to re live (not to redo) it would be my summer after senior year through my freshman year of college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I could pick one time in my life to redo it would be our wedding..... it would have been much smaller and not as big of a deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't think of anymore right now... hope you enjoyed, comment if you are curious about anything else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8344788119161639425?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8344788119161639425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-must-confess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8344788119161639425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8344788119161639425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-must-confess.html' title='I Must Confess'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJARu9lUuI/AAAAAAAAARM/0xgV2ze8gSk/s72-c/johnkransinki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-5932288098420388388</id><published>2010-07-01T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:48:30.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fonts and frenzy</title><content type='html'>I have not been in a bloggy mood lately. After reading one of my best gal pal, Amanda's &lt;a href="http://chailoveyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. She has inspired me to try to revamp my blogging identity by narrowing down my topics and I would also LOVE to fingure out how to use this type kit website to change my fonts up but I am a little too computer illiterate and it may take some time...but I will prevail eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you enjoy reading on my blog?! In the past I have written about incredibly random things but some to narrow down might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;Cakes (those I might combine and throw in some interior design stuff I am persuing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deep sorrowful troubles of humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange things that happen in my daily life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know which I would rather do but would like some feedback. Even those of you who can't follow because you aren't signed up but are still avid readers, Ahem Jo, Megan, Nellie and Arielle please send me a facebook message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-5932288098420388388?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5932288098420388388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/fonts-and-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5932288098420388388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5932288098420388388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/07/fonts-and-frenzy.html' title='fonts and frenzy'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-429168031713318187</id><published>2010-06-27T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:14:05.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new scanner for some old photos</title><content type='html'>Everyone turn your speakers up I have a new feature, a playlist, not many songs right now but feel free to browse them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdMwRPz8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/91ZtfSqJRdo/s1600/family2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdMwRPz8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/91ZtfSqJRdo/s320/family2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier Long photo... my mom on the right&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdLmssKCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/j_FwUvkd_Ao/s1600/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdLmssKCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/j_FwUvkd_Ao/s320/family.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Long Family portrait... thats my mom in the back&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdNiqKmcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/B8roF5fvsbw/s1600/family3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdNiqKmcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/B8roF5fvsbw/s320/family3.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdZGNJm9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/O4LXuC7dmVA/s1600/bikes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdZGNJm9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/O4LXuC7dmVA/s320/bikes.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdhWR-8wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/daSviTIsH2c/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdhWR-8wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/daSviTIsH2c/s320/IMG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats my mommy in the diapers in the front&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdjXPBFjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hr8LDm8EqaA/s1600/jackie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdjXPBFjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hr8LDm8EqaA/s320/jackie.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my grandma Jackie, She died when my mom was about 18 so I never got to meet her, she is quite petite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdlbkSDmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Mj8pHtL3uvY/s1600/jackie_jesse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdlbkSDmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Mj8pHtL3uvY/s320/jackie_jesse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandma Jackie and Grandpa Jesse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdmnkLKDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YTh4teRLYRM/s1600/lakeside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdmnkLKDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YTh4teRLYRM/s320/lakeside.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think these are my mom's cousin's... It is a neat picture though&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdnoolMJI/AAAAAAAAARA/CohWVVmbM2Q/s1600/mom_jackie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdnoolMJI/AAAAAAAAARA/CohWVVmbM2Q/s320/mom_jackie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and grandma. My mom looks so much like my older sister in this photo. This photo eerily was a good representation of their relationship, from what I have put together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgcHqxC_OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vxPCNCn0Fis/s1600/grandpa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgcHqxC_OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vxPCNCn0Fis/s320/grandpa.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandpa Tuck (my dad's dad) He played football for Alabama, very big man... I miss him&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgcFtxsfYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Se224L16PRE/s1600/grandma_pa_longwedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgcFtxsfYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Se224L16PRE/s320/grandma_pa_longwedding.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandparent's wedding announcement&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgb-vq3hMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/azsZgcGizhY/s1600/bikes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgb-vq3hMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/azsZgcGizhY/s320/bikes.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgcPtnqunI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ohg52o36vLQ/s1600/opal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgcPtnqunI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ohg52o36vLQ/s320/opal.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My great-grandma Opal on my mom's side, She was the sweetest lady, I hope to be like her in my old age&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgeSN3iyJI/AAAAAAAAARE/i-UUffDK-CY/s1600/mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgeSN3iyJI/AAAAAAAAARE/i-UUffDK-CY/s320/mom.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favorite picture of my mom, even though she hates it. It is funny because everyone always thinks it is me with a big hat on. We only look alike in profile.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this hasn't bored you too much. I just got a new/used scanner off someone and have been wanting to upload these. I guess I am a little more homesick for my mom than I thought... I hope everyone's summers are going well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-429168031713318187?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/429168031713318187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-scanner-for-some-old-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/429168031713318187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/429168031713318187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-scanner-for-some-old-photos.html' title='a new scanner for some old photos'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TCgdMwRPz8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/91ZtfSqJRdo/s72-c/family2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-6310202862847756389</id><published>2010-06-20T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:09:54.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Morning Suprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I worked overtime at least one hour a day this week, wednesday 2 hours over, and Friday 2 1/2. Needless to say I am beat. I went in 2 hours early on Saturday morning and was not looking forward to the day until I pulled out of my drive way and was exstatic to see two red fox cubs playing in my neighbors yard. When I pulled up towards them they ran and across the road and trotted with me a little ways as I talked to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TB66kXIDRUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nCsrQRLOybY/s1600/800-Horseplay,_Red_Foxes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TB66kXIDRUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nCsrQRLOybY/s320/800-Horseplay,_Red_Foxes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This morning&amp;nbsp;we woke up early and I looked out the window one was right in front of our bedroom window and 4 more were up the driveway and in the cul de sac playing!!!!! One of the great things about living in Bella Visa! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I really want one as a pet!! SO PRECIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-6310202862847756389?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/6310202862847756389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/morning-suprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6310202862847756389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6310202862847756389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/morning-suprise.html' title='A Morning Suprise'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TB66kXIDRUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nCsrQRLOybY/s72-c/800-Horseplay,_Red_Foxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-1669025571978882656</id><published>2010-06-09T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:23:28.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TBAwCxnC3GI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cTr5NVTGlNk/s1600/tents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TBAwCxnC3GI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cTr5NVTGlNk/s320/tents.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am so going to have an indoor tent party... these are so spectacular... thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.sfgirlbybay.com/"&gt;sfgrilbybay&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/4579456656096160383-1669025571978882656?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/1669025571978882656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1669025571978882656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1669025571978882656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TBAwCxnC3GI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cTr5NVTGlNk/s72-c/tents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2466873721029515639</id><published>2010-06-09T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:10:07.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the Teachers</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that dispite the fact that I got a degree in Art Education and am no longer using it. I have a HUGE amount of respect for all the teachers out there!! Especially those who are just beginning and are making it work!! I think one of the reasons I always thought about teaching was because I respected them so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teachers... Enjoy your summer... YOU DESERVE IT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2466873721029515639?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2466873721029515639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-all-teachers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2466873721029515639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2466873721029515639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-all-teachers.html' title='To all the Teachers'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-6692490756248651375</id><published>2010-06-07T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:56:04.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have decided that Mondays are going to be my new thrifting days. I follow this amazing &lt;a href="http://www.sfgirlbybay.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that gives me all kinds of great ideas, so I am going to start collecting small tidbits every week. These are some of her photos i am striving for my future home furnishings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TA2Td3hlotI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BDeSmUFREY8/s1600/6a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TA2Td3hlotI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BDeSmUFREY8/s320/6a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TA2TDlAHceI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ikR1svi4em8/s1600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TA2HVxB8H1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ubKuUjpx_es/s1600/1n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TA2HVxB8H1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ubKuUjpx_es/s320/1n.jpg" width="320" /&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/4579456656096160383-6692490756248651375?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/6692490756248651375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6692490756248651375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6692490756248651375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-mondays.html' title='New Mondays'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TA2Td3hlotI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BDeSmUFREY8/s72-c/6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-555303925306892032</id><published>2010-06-06T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:27:30.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Another Place</title><content type='html'>I have been in another place for the past 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go in to work today to finish a cake and when I looked back at another one I decided I had to redo it because it honestly looked like I was on crack when I did it. I literally told those I work with if I ever make a cake that looked that bad to take me aside and tell me it looks like absolute shit. because it honestly did... and I am glad I got a chance to fix it. Because Some one else returned a cake, a very small cake, but still i hated that I was so out of it that I did not ever realize how awful it was. Even if they wanted me to write too much on a small cake and didnt give me any other specifications besides put car keys on it, that does not excuse the fact that that cake was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it had to happen sometime. and it is nice to know that everyone was suprised that I had made it because it looked so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am but only human... and will have bad days :0(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-555303925306892032?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/555303925306892032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-another-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/555303925306892032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/555303925306892032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-another-place.html' title='In Another Place'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3920783806804242212</id><published>2010-06-01T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:51:00.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Old Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After hanging out this weekend with all of our friends from college, it really made me miss all of our old times together. Especially in the summers when we would grill out almost every night. We jokingly call ourselves the family but they really felt like mine for 4 short years, and probably will continue to for all the years to come&lt;/div&gt;Here is to Family!!! I am so glad Melissa brought her camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TAW2Z_JU7mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/y-G4VVW5cFM/s1600/memorialday3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TAW2Z_JU7mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/y-G4VVW5cFM/s320/memorialday3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TAW2nf_QZAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/T-cpbfLyEzc/s1600/memorialday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TAW2nf_QZAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/T-cpbfLyEzc/s320/memorialday2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TAW3ABar1fI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wQVyaTawq_s/s320/memorialday6.jpg" width="320" /&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/4579456656096160383-3920783806804242212?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3920783806804242212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-like-old-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3920783806804242212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3920783806804242212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-like-old-times.html' title='Just like Old Times'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TAW2Z_JU7mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/y-G4VVW5cFM/s72-c/memorialday3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2239811900281948630</id><published>2010-05-17T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:11:25.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Romance?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after my cake from hell delivery was over me and the hubs went to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt; for a date night. I had really been wanting to see Letters to Juliet, I knew it wouldn't be Oscar worthy but I was just in a sentimental mood. It was extremely sentimental with terribly cheesy parts were we had to share an "OH PLEASE" with each other. And it was during those times that I was reminded how perfect we are for each other. Even though I love romantic movies and used to believe my life would unfold like one of them I have come to the time in my life where I love having someone who shares my twisted sense of humor. Don't get me wrong our relationship started with butterflies and long stares into each others eyes, but now I enjoy having someone who always laughs at my jokes and knows that after a long day I need a bath and the dishes washed instead of a poem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I loved about this movie was that it showed that even though the old lady did go to her "true love" when she was 15 she still found successful love in another person. I have always believed that there could be more than one match for someone. Even though someone could be the best fit, there are others who could make a good match in other ways. God's plan is just much too powerful for anyone to just give up hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me and Theron were married I had a friend go through a really bad break-up and we were talking about destiny and the only thing I could tell him was that. As much as I believe/want me and Theron to be together forever if something ever happened between us I would have to trust that my life was still in God's control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where I am going with this.... What are your thoughts? Is there just one person out there for all of us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2239811900281948630?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2239811900281948630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2239811900281948630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2239811900281948630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-romance.html' title='What is Romance?'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2187713146707898059</id><published>2010-05-12T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:22:04.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing in the Workplace</title><content type='html'>Today a woman came in a said that she had gotten a bad cake back around the holidays. It tasted like " Crisco, lard, and powdered sugar". LOL I suppose she was hoping we would give her a new one. But Kudos to the crazy lady, because that is exactly what that icing is made of!! At least I didn't make the cake, I started in February. All Angela told her was that if she had notified us back then we could have given her her money back. Shelia said she was probably needing one today! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when Chad starts stories, " So, when I used to shave my body...." and it turns into a bad tanning lotion story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how good of friends I can be with Chad he insults my eyebrows and hair too much. I think I need more self-esteem to have a gay friend. He is very fun to be around though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on the worst days I still try to find humor in the terrible, stupid, and insane things that happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2187713146707898059?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2187713146707898059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/laughing-in-workplace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2187713146707898059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2187713146707898059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/laughing-in-workplace.html' title='Laughing in the Workplace'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-6002934712966636291</id><published>2010-05-11T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:28:54.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cake on the brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCSGSVTHI/AAAAAAAAANw/fkr517EXyi4/s1600/cakes+and+more+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470187207343295602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCSGSVTHI/AAAAAAAAANw/fkr517EXyi4/s320/cakes+and+more+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was for the assisted living in Bella Vista. I hope the older ladies liked it :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCRjSqQHI/AAAAAAAAANo/FLbsJ2iQ6As/s1600/cakes+and+more+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470187197949427826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCRjSqQHI/AAAAAAAAANo/FLbsJ2iQ6As/s320/cakes+and+more+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mmmm chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCREjGq1I/AAAAAAAAANg/E8U8l-xaZng/s1600/cakes+and+more+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470187189696899922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCREjGq1I/AAAAAAAAANg/E8U8l-xaZng/s320/cakes+and+more+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCQk1vbqI/AAAAAAAAANY/TPo81pq7wb0/s1600/cakes+and+more+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470187181185134242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCQk1vbqI/AAAAAAAAANY/TPo81pq7wb0/s320/cakes+and+more+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Day cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCQBRDx6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/I916QUJ0MWo/s1600/cakes+and+more+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470187171636037538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCQBRDx6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/I916QUJ0MWo/s320/cakes+and+more+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first wedding cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we go for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-6002934712966636291?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/6002934712966636291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/cake-on-brain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6002934712966636291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6002934712966636291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/cake-on-brain.html' title='cake on the brain'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S-oCSGSVTHI/AAAAAAAAANw/fkr517EXyi4/s72-c/cakes+and+more+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8644839073079128712</id><published>2010-05-11T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:17:05.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WeddingChannel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://joannaandjordan.ourwedding.com/"&gt;WeddingChannel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8644839073079128712?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://joannaandjordan.ourwedding.com/' title='WeddingChannel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8644839073079128712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/weddingchannel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8644839073079128712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8644839073079128712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/weddingchannel.html' title='WeddingChannel'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-1797763191851371511</id><published>2010-05-06T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:20:55.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Stranger!</title><content type='html'>Well Hello Strangers.... It's been awhile. &lt;br /&gt;Apart from having a terrible cake week last week, There really hasn't been anything on my mind to blog about until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving work today I decided to pick up some groceries before leaving, and as I am hobbling around the store one of the bakery workers hesitantly asks me if I have already clocked out and if it would be too much trouble for me to write on a cake. Not too begrudgingly I said no and shuffled back into my little room to get out a color. I write Happy Birthday Melanie as asked in red and go to check out my groceries, when the guy who got the cake got in line behind me. He had a little 1/8th sheet cake, a potted plant, and a card. For some reason this warmed my heart beyond belief. He was pretty rough looking but had very kind eyes and thanked me when I moved my groceries up so he could set his things down. It made me remember a similar time when an older man came in with his son. You could tell they didn't have much money, the dad only had a few teeth left, and both wore overalls, but he had the sweetest look on his face when I handed him a cake with his wife's name on it. I think the sentimentality is what I love most about cakes. A small thoughtful, pretty, and inexpensive cake can mean more to someone than one that costs 100$. I try to always make myself stop and think about that before talking to a costumer or getting myself in a hurry over something because thinking about those two men who are doing something so simple for someone they love is so sweet it makes me want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-1797763191851371511?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/1797763191851371511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-stranger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1797763191851371511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1797763191851371511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-stranger.html' title='Hello Stranger!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8329212128533063428</id><published>2010-04-17T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:49:29.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few More Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjVjidh1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/c6HkWdmojFY/s1600/cakes+and+more+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjVjidh1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/c6HkWdmojFY/s320/cakes+and+more+002.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Spring Cupcakes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjc-xnhjI/AAAAAAAAANA/GZ2IYPpDmlg/s1600/cakes+and+more+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjc-xnhjI/AAAAAAAAANA/GZ2IYPpDmlg/s320/cakes+and+more+006.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Such a cute cake, they brough me an invitation to go from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjiXFwPPI/AAAAAAAAANE/315pKcyH2Rc/s1600/cakes+and+more+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjiXFwPPI/AAAAAAAAANE/315pKcyH2Rc/s320/cakes+and+more+007.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sheet cakes CAN be cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjpCFAoEI/AAAAAAAAANI/1RLUUGBGkXc/s1600/cakes+and+more+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjpCFAoEI/AAAAAAAAANI/1RLUUGBGkXc/s320/cakes+and+more+043.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjyERoKOI/AAAAAAAAANM/xjLnngZweSw/s1600/cakes+and+more+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjyERoKOI/AAAAAAAAANM/xjLnngZweSw/s320/cakes+and+more+042.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Finally.... my first fondant cake!! With a very funny/annoying story to go with it. This woman wanted it for her daughter's first birthday... I'll write about it later it feels like it is a really long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8329212128533063428?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8329212128533063428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-more-cakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8329212128533063428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8329212128533063428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-more-cakes.html' title='A Few More Cakes'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S8pjVjidh1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/c6HkWdmojFY/s72-c/cakes+and+more+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8197192654391800996</id><published>2010-04-13T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:29:49.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Off Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went and got a pedicure with Leah, my new friend who was also the young gal who trained me. It was so great! Leah got her nails done because she has that crazy phobia about people touching her feet. I on the other hand do not have that phobia. it felt sooo good after a month of being on my feet all day. I am getting used to it and I have even been running about 3 nights a week, usually on the days when my feet are not killing me.&lt;br /&gt;After I got back from my nail date I finally sorted the mountain of laundry and de-winterized our closet and house. and decided I needed further storage bins to keep it organized and talked to Theron about getting some inexpensive organizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of clothes from when my weight has fluctuated over the years. and I havent really gotten rid of many because I am afraid I will need them once I loose weight. For those of you who have only known chubby recent Abby... all through highschool I weighed about 135-145. My freshman year of college I actually lost weight because I refused to eat in the cafeterias, and got down to 125, that is SMALL for 5'9". well it only lasted that one year because I gradually gained it back over the next 4 years of college when I moved into a house with two roomates. When I went on the pill right before Theron and I got married I weighed about 150. a Little more than I would like but here we are like 30 pounds later. So I finally got off the pill because it was giving me crazy mood swings, hot flashes, and lets not forget the weight gain. Now I am not totally blaming the pill for all my weight issues. But it can't be a small coincidence that I gained all that weight when I started taking birth control and stopped taking Adderall. Which I am convinced has completely screwed up my metabolism. So now that I am no longer taking any medications I am trying to get the weight off. I am really hoping I am not going to need Ally or trimspa or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all my recent excercising and cooking I hadn't spent much time cleaning. So yesterday I went into full clean-up tornado Abby on my house. (And Saturday on my cake room). It feels SO good (except my golden retriever just jumped on my clean bed with muddy lake paws).  Perhaps it was my lack of mental rest that accompanied enormous amounts of forgetfulness and screw-ups today. I was having a very bad off day today. So much in fact that my manager allowed me to go home early before I screwed up anymore cakes. Hopefully I can get it together tonight. Maybe a nice jog will clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening! wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8197192654391800996?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8197192654391800996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8197192654391800996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8197192654391800996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-day.html' title='An Off Day'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2945949995367372389</id><published>2010-03-28T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:37:58.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The C in OCD</title><content type='html'>SO today in Bible class preacher Tim asked us to raise our hands if we had to choose which best described us as either organized or spontaneous. I think I was the only woman who raised my hand for spontaneous, and he further said that it was interesting how most of the couples were split down the middle, but Theron isn't orangized either. We are an enigma I guess. No wonder we have to pick up the house every night because both of us are like a tornado going through the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look hard enough every one has Obsessive Compulsive Tendencies. Mine just stray more towards the Compulsive aspect. This is probably because I will deal with something until a certain time and then just snap, go nuts and have to fix it right then. I can understand how this can be difficult to get used to, but most of my friends have grown to see it as an endearing quality and not that I am lacking in organizational skills. They get to laugh at me because I left a flat of red velvet cakes in the back of the store beside the freezer because I got side tracked telling my manager we needed to order more german chocolate cake. I get things done but in my own way, you just have to have faith in me, and there is nothing I hate more than when people lack faith in me because I feel like I rarely let people down. It is usually because I am not doing something in the normal organized fashion.&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I love getting to tell people I am a cake decorator because it always turns into a discussion of Ace of Cakes. Yes I love that show, and I would love the luxury of working on one cake for hours but that is not really how my job works. I am the only cake decorator at the Harp's store in Bella Vista, where every retired person out of a population of 20,000 people get their cakes and groceries. I average about 5 cake orders a day, less tuesday- thursday and more fridays and saturdays. On top of those cakes I have to make any promotional cakes for the store, currently easter cakes and cupcakes, case cakes which include but are not limited to carrot, italian creme, red velvet, and german chocolat. I am very happy the cakes are so popular and everyone seemed to love my easter cupcakes, since I get to do more tuesday! I also feel very proud when people say they have gotten orders to go to Harp's to get a cake since their cake tastes the best.&lt;br /&gt;I will say that this job is perfect for my personality. I love that everyone loves cake. it reflects such pure emotion in people. They want to feel enchanted by it, which is something I always strove for in my art but art is so unreciprocated. i love that I have a list of things that have to get done and I can do it my own way as long as they all get done.&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Before church Theron told me i still went over budget this month for groceries.....uggghhh I was so mad at him because he didn't even tell me how good I did about cooking EVERY night these past two weeks. Let me break it down for you&lt;br /&gt;- Monday: Poppy seed chicken and green bean bundles&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday: Meatloaf, fried okra, and mashed potatos&lt;br /&gt;-wednesday: frozen pizza night&lt;br /&gt;-thursday: sloppy joes and baked potatos&lt;br /&gt;-friday: hamburgers and homemade potato chips&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday: bertolli pasta ( Theron forgot to thaw out the meat)&lt;br /&gt;I mean I think I did pretty good!! Sorry about all the changing of subjects I have been storing up thoughts all week :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2945949995367372389?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2945949995367372389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/c-in-ocd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2945949995367372389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2945949995367372389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/c-in-ocd.html' title='The C in OCD'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-7622593759145640659</id><published>2010-03-22T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:32:13.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grocery shopping.... boooo</title><content type='html'>So suprisingly enough I have a hard time staying on a budget. I know right.. you would never think that of me! It is not that I go and buy really expensive shoes or purses or anything. I don't really know what I buy, make-up here or there, stains for furniture, candles. I am a bit flighty with money, and Theorn has been very patient with me but has now made me buckle down and really try to only spend a certain amount of money on food a month. That is really the only thing I have full control over. To be honest I don't like a whole lot of responsibility, so I usually am totally fine with leaving the Hard decisions up to Theron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was buying groceries today I was remembering a little episode of 7th Heaven. I hope someone else remembers this besides me so I don't feel like an idiot BUT. Lucy had some wierd home ec assignment or something where she wanted to go with her mother to the grocery store to watch her shop and do the budget. haha and I just remember it being so funny because Mrs. Camden was SO UPSET that Lucy wanted to tag along, that grocery shopping was her time to reflect on her families needs and yada yada yada. hahah I wish I felt this way about grocery shopping, I mainly feel like it is a huge pain in the butt and it makes me feel enormous when I think about how much stuff we eat in a week. Oh well I guess I will learn. Mrs. Camden probably didn't shop at the Wal-Mart in Bella Vista where crabby old people cut you off then walk -5 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say though that since I am not as bored with too much time on my hands I am not as easily whimed to spending money. I have also vowed not to buy clothes until I am at my target weight goal which I will be officially straining to achieve now that we have bought the treadmill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy some nurse clogs for work because my feet KILL me at the end of the day. Like picture me hobbling from my car to my house, and I have been wearing sneakers! I guess thats what happens when you stand flat footed ALL DAY, maybe they will eventually get me one of those gel-pro pads. hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways hooray for long posts !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-7622593759145640659?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7622593759145640659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/grocery-shopping-boooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7622593759145640659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7622593759145640659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/grocery-shopping-boooo.html' title='grocery shopping.... boooo'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3794542485402423615</id><published>2010-03-21T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:24:36.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212714729846386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZFRCQtnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ToVYvK_Lyys/s320/cakes+and+more+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This was my very first display cake for my store. It turned out pretty good I would have done some things differently but you can never really tell during the process. It turned out well though! My manager said she wanted something spring/girlie... I think it fits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451213238602279602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZjwnLqrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F_mMkt9ECNw/s320/cakes+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this cake it was SO cute. They had given me one of their napkins they wanted it to kind of go with. So fun and not so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451213248545991842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZkVp8rKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eWC_zWJQYms/s320/cakes+and+more+024.JPG" /&gt;My first cut-out shape cake. The guitar got a little short, but they got more cake for their money! It took me forever because that is black icing on the board... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451213246076689442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZkMdOHCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6qHpCqmxerM/s320/cakes+011.JPG" /&gt;This was a girls birthday cake. She was a tomboy and wanted it to look like the Mossy Osk camo. This is a bad picture because it looked more camo-y in real-life. Her mother was upset that I hadn't put the 1 and 6 candles on top for her. I thought I was just supposed to give them to her. Whatever... miscommunication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZE-yztfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2f22Zma6Wcs/s1600-h/cakes+and+more+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212709833192946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZE-yztfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2f22Zma6Wcs/s320/cakes+and+more+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first Baby Shower cake. She wanted it to look like a quilt. and she had drawn me a little picture. cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212698273588930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZETuyJsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KQu2U9Kh6bM/s320/cakes+and+more+026.JPG" /&gt;I like this cake for some reason. Mainly because all they asked me to do was to make it a cat theme but not to use a kit. I get a lot of those kinds of orders because my customers are a lot older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212691620723698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZD68ne_I/AAAAAAAAAME/gD5aOCQ7j20/s320/cakes+and+more+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one shows off my mad airbrushing skills. It was my second time airbrushing so I was pretty proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212686595251074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZDoOc24I/AAAAAAAAAL8/qqd-c7ZPYRw/s320/cakes+and+more+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first case cake to come up with my own thing. Its ok... I didnt leave enough room to write happy birthday... whoops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3794542485402423615?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3794542485402423615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/cakes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3794542485402423615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3794542485402423615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/cakes.html' title='Cakes!!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S6aZFRCQtnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ToVYvK_Lyys/s72-c/cakes+and+more+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-9163910777790252606</id><published>2010-03-14T15:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:20:42.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56HdwZ8Q0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/mN6LYLw5980/s1600-h/old_main_218135748_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448941544444543810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56HdwZ8Q0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/mN6LYLw5980/s320/old_main_218135748_std.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally feel like I have opened a new chapter in my life since my last chapter of moving to Arkansas to go to college. Where I met a boy my first day of classes, in the 3rd floor hallways of Old Main, waiting for our freshmen English class to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved the idea of new beginnings. Even though I loved my friends and family, I was so excited to see what else was out there. The funny thing was that Theron and his roommate had signed up to help other people move into their dorms since they had moved in earlier in the week, along with several other sophmores, juniors, and seniors. Only he got to the dorm a lot earlier than the rest of them, due to poor planning on behalf of the Razorbacks for Christ. So we didn't meet until that first day of classes in the hallway, but later that night I walked into the RFC house and was happily suprised to see a familiar face. He very quickly became my best friend. We hung almost every day, playing tennis or hanging out at other peoples houses. We just never got sick of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither of us really wanted to start off college in a serious relationship it just happend that God had a different plan for us. And here is a montage of pictures to take you through this closing chapter and to bring us happily into a new one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939474932074578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56FlS3uCFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gFe0ilisWZw/s320/thabby+dorm.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939482510758962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56FlvGnlDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dPawWJ6mc0k/s320/thabby+hug.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939485458005618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56Fl6FS_nI/AAAAAAAAALE/hwP-8TGTkRY/s320/thabby+and+baby+scout.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448941542229878018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56HdoJ7JQI/AAAAAAAAALs/27muKBH9qhE/s320/four+at+el+dorado.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939489633236786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56FmJov9zI/AAAAAAAAALM/8glYEwIWYv8/s320/the+look.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939494770435714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56FmcxjZoI/AAAAAAAAALU/R9eZ9cML7zI/s320/thabby+80s.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448941531696018722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56HdA6dNSI/AAAAAAAAALc/HvFr-aiqOV4/s320/thabby+wedding.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448941533667311538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56HdIQcv7I/AAAAAAAAALk/XW2ca_FUw8c/s320/banquet.bmp" /&gt;Sometimes the greatest love story is your own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-9163910777790252606?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/9163910777790252606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/9163910777790252606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/9163910777790252606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S56HdwZ8Q0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/mN6LYLw5980/s72-c/old_main_218135748_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-5910378282549801627</id><published>2010-03-08T18:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:10:37.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Is Baaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S5Wb-uO3w4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ABWgxMedl60/s1600-h/jerry_elaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446430826239083394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S5Wb-uO3w4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ABWgxMedl60/s320/jerry_elaine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those of you who don't know, I am a HUGE Jerry Seinfeld fan. Yes I know the show is really old, but I can't help myself. If I could meet one person dead, alive, past, or present it would be Jerry Seinfeld. Because I feel as though we would be very good friends. I just got to watch last week's episode of the Marriage Ref and I am super excited that he is back in primetime television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think that if there was one character that I relate with more than anyone it would be Elain Benes' character on Seinfeld. I love her reactions to things because it is just how I feel like reacting a lot of times. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S5Wff5-ukXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bkml5hCOcdk/s1600-h/Psych-2006-psych-500886_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446434694863163762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S5Wff5-ukXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bkml5hCOcdk/s320/Psych-2006-psych-500886_1024_768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am happy to say that I have finally found a new show that has come in a close second to Seinfeld!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have never watched Psych you seriously need to. Shawn and Gus are hysterical!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a random post but oh well. I havent known what to blog about lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-5910378282549801627?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5910378282549801627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/jerry-is-baaaack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5910378282549801627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5910378282549801627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/jerry-is-baaaack.html' title='Jerry Is Baaaack!!!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S5Wb-uO3w4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ABWgxMedl60/s72-c/jerry_elaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8568823253837693662</id><published>2010-03-01T15:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:11:17.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stray Dogs and Starting Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my first day of training begins tomorrow. I am hoping they will allow me to take pictures of my first icing of my cakes. I am really excited. The only bad thing that I am willing to sacrifice for day-to-day happiness is that I will have to work on Saturdays.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On another note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I picked up another stray dog today. Well I guess it was just lost not really stray. I seem to attract them a lot. That is the about the 4th or 5th one since we moved in to this house 2 years ago. It was just right behind it's house but it was in the middle of this curvy busy road and I was afraid someone just wouldn't see it. One dog followed me home when I was jogging. 2 dogs have wandered into our yard from out of the woods. The woman was suprised when the dog had come right up to me, I guess it usually runs away from her, she was an older woman who couldnt chase after her. I don't really have much to blog about and I just thought it was funny. So that is all for today. I will try to think of some better topics. I am fixing to have some home renovation pics to share, not major stuff just minor. OK well take care and watch out for your dogs and any others you see out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8568823253837693662?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8568823253837693662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/stray-dogs-and-starting-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8568823253837693662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8568823253837693662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/03/stray-dogs-and-starting-work.html' title='Stray Dogs and Starting Work'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2720758637109514059</id><published>2010-02-24T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:45:16.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Birthday Gift!!!</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of you have probably been getting tired of these serious life-changing posts, so I will not trouble you any longer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week or maybe the week before I put in an application to Harp's bakery that called for an Experienced Cake Decorator, No I am not experienced, but hoping that the job would give me some training I put in my application anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a call from them. They asked me if I actually had experience and I said "no, but I was hoping they might do some training." She responded that it would if the person was a creative type, in which I could respond, "Well, I DO have a degree in Fine Arts!" So she faxed my app to the manager of the store IN Bella Vista!!! I mean this store is probably 3 minutes from my house!! The lady called me after probably 30 minutes and asked when I could come in for an interview. So after I finished walking my dogs I took some photographs of my work down to show her and talk to her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gave me the job just like that!! She said that she actually was wanting someone with no experience so she could do the training, and that she was looking for someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the art background!! I am going back tomorrow morning to watch some videos for orientation and then she is sending me to get trained for like 2 weeks at the Harps in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Springdale&lt;/span&gt;!! I am going to get to work with weddings and all kinds of stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just floored that all this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; on my birthday, the place is right down the road, they got right back to me, and its a full-time position. I mean how much easier could God have made this for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trust him  you guys he knows what he is doing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2720758637109514059?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2720758637109514059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-birthday-gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2720758637109514059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2720758637109514059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-birthday-gift.html' title='The Best Birthday Gift!!!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3810797385111489543</id><published>2010-02-18T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:56:00.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab Her!! She's Floating Away</title><content type='html'>First off, Thank you for all the good vibes and prayers everyone has been sending my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the call yesterday I was more confused than I have ever been, probably in my entire life. They asked me to come in for an interview today, to bring with me some of my works, and ideas for how I would teach 700 elementary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I went to Wal-Mart to print off some documentation of my work, and on the way I called my mom for some guidance. I sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot for 30 minutes talking it over with her. She told me that it isn't always about waiting for what God wants you to do, sometimes you just have to go for a plan and trust he will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I saw myself doing it in 10 years........... no, I didn't even see me doing it next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and went home without my photos, crying the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I told Theron I just couldn't do it,  the bad was out weighing the good. He was supportive but I could tell he wanted me really think it through, because at this point I was just going to cancel the interview. During every commercial (I can't miss American Idol or Psych) he asked me are you sure? What is your backup? I mean I know you said you want to work at a bakery or a florist but what if they are not hiring because of the economy? Because if you cancel that interview you can forget about ever teaching here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is way I married him, he is so grounded compared to me a person who always has their head in the clouds. I need someone like that to keep me from floating away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't upset with him for second guessing me (because usually I am, I am very stubborn), it just made me realize how much my emotions had control on me, and it was scary, I am usually much more logical and laid back when it comes to decisions. I am thankful for a husband who supports me but doesn't indulge me in my irrational behavior, because that is what I was being. COMPLETELY irrational. I mean we are just talking about an interview, they hadn't even offered me the job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up really early to get my stuff together and get there by 10. And I am really glad I did. Mainly because I am almost positive they are not going to pick me. They are interviewing 7 candidates, the man who was there before me looked much more experienced and had a bigger portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were talking to me they said they wanted someone who could take over her class and continue it with the same integrity as she had. They continued to show me around telling me that her lesson plans are normally around 6 six pages compared to my 1 1/2 page lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say is, "Well, I can see how she would be difficult to replace." (hahaha oh me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get good vibes from it and it made me realize&lt;br /&gt;I might just not love it enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3810797385111489543?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3810797385111489543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/grab-her-shes-floating-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3810797385111489543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3810797385111489543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/grab-her-shes-floating-away.html' title='Grab Her!! She&apos;s Floating Away'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4312976554297606579</id><published>2010-02-17T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:10:55.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>Lord, what are you trying to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe in the power of prayer and looking for the signs that God is pointing you in the right directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a long-term sub job (for art!) opening up right as I am on the brink of completely changing my goals in life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this why I didn't get the other position I applied for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take it if they offer it to me, and I will try my best to get it. Maybe he wants me to be absolutely sure that it is not for me because he knows I might regret is later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4312976554297606579?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4312976554297606579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/signs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4312976554297606579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4312976554297606579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8600370226954512038</id><published>2010-02-16T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:53:50.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Life-Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So some of you may be worried about me since my last post. That was a rough day. After my breakdown I tried to think about what it was that was really bothering me. Yes I had a bad day and couldn't relax because the house was so dirty, but I feel like it went deeper than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 24th birthday is coming up and I have very few things that are at the top of my wish list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;table legs for a kitchen table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;paint for the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want it to be Spring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of all I want to get up every morning excited for what the day will bring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever since I started my student teaching I have been trying to enjoy teaching art. See Art I love, it is the teaching thing I am not so sure about. I like teaching people but I am not one of those people who can deal with screaming kids all day, come home and relax. The funny thing is that teaching seemed like the easy thing for me at first. I figured it ran in my blood. My mom is an amazing Special Ed teacher. My grandfather started a k-12 private school in Georgia, and my great-grandfather founded a christian university in Montgomery, Alabama. Most of the women in my family are teachers. So I was just kind of a long for the ride and until now I haven't seen how vital my profession would be. I&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S3sS_Q-w1vI/AAAAAAAAAKU/R9y35l0DSvE/s1600-h/wedding%2520cakes%252001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438961853079279346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S3sS_Q-w1vI/AAAAAAAAAKU/R9y35l0DSvE/s320/wedding%2520cakes%252001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; didn't think I would just marry someone rich, I just didnt think about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The truth is that I have always thought I had something great inside me to offer but I have never known what it is. Maybe I have one great story inside me like Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now All I really want to do is to learn how to do this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to take a risk on something, put all my faith in succeeding, and pray that it works out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it seems eccentric and idiotic, but people do crazy things when going through their quarter-life crisis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8600370226954512038?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8600370226954512038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/quarter-life-crisis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8600370226954512038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8600370226954512038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter Life-Crisis'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S3sS_Q-w1vI/AAAAAAAAAKU/R9y35l0DSvE/s72-c/wedding%2520cakes%252001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-7088560657371307576</id><published>2010-02-11T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:00:49.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Today I had a complete mental breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not complete, but as close as I have ever come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at 6:32am to the sound of my phone ringing to that tune you give specifically to people who never call. It was AESOP... Reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having had a sub job in awhile I grab my computer and log on to see what the job is (I don't answer the phone when AESOP calls because if you answer "no" even though you pick up, it is worse than just not answering, its some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; list thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art- a certain teacher I know very well- Full Day start time 7:30&lt;br /&gt;man... I have to do it... and I don't have time to take a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I woke up very abruptly throwing myself into the frigid 55 degree weather in our house. I HAD actually taken a shower the night before and washed my hair because I had gotten paint on me. So it was not my normal morning disaster. By the time I was driving onto the road at 7:15 I thought, "This is good, God knew I would have a good morning, he presented me with the job because he knew I could wake my lazy butt up and get to it on time.It's going to be a good day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you see after a month or two of waking up early; as in 5 am early, just to SEE if I would get a sub job has left me bitter and completely unmotivated to wake up for something I have no control over and is completely unpredictable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to this school, I know a lot of teachers there and I know how the art teacher operates, so I am very confident I will be able to fill her shoes for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first two classes GREAT! third period... group work... I am bracing myself for it but I have done it before, the main thing to worry about is someone crying because they hate their group. It goes pretty good, the kids get really excited and thus get very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much needed lunch break so that my nerves can settle. however its only 30 minutes, I mean REALLY, the biggest thing that sucks about teaching is that you have NO lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush back just waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the kindergartners. I have been instructed to help them make Valentines. No big deal right?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly go over how to fold the large piece of paper in half to make the card then proceed to show them ho to fold a smaller piece in half and draw half the heart on the fold and then cut "OH YEA WE KNOW HOW TO DO THAT!!!" so they say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call each table over to get their papers, one big, one small, of red, pink, or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time everyone gets their paper five kids are tugging on me asking me to help them make a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I go to help, oh lets say the third student, my instructions come to a halt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHOSE HAIR IS THIS?!?" (nurse aide comes over to help me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks red, so and so, did you cut your hair??? Why did you do that?!"&lt;br /&gt;she starts to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like whatever.... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what she looked like before but you cant tell and none of these kids can cut out a heart of fold a huge piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the 1 hour class which I have stopped 10 minutes early to play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt; says. I have cleaned hair, an enormous amount of paper that has been butchered, and a glue spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say to myself.... "It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; first grade is next... they should know how to do this. All I will have to do is give them directions and pass out paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!! how many times can I be wrong in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was literally 10 to 15 minutes in before I had already turned the lights off TWICE telling them they were too loud. So warned if I had to do it again they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be able to finish and we would sit with our heads down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes. lights off. put up supplies. kid crying because he wants to finish. I put in a video but I just can NOT handle it anymore.... but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even stop there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get home and let out the dogs. Get in the bathtub. curl into a ball in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom calls me back.. talk to her awhile about how I no longer think I will be able to teach.... seriously I AM DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theron gets home, knows Ive had a bad day, being really sweet, went to cut wood outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out of bed to go sit on the sofa and THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was a MESS!!! yesterday I painted two rooms and it was late when I finished and thought I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; sub today so I would just clean it up then. I mean stuff from closets was out.... clothes, clean dishes out drying(no dishwasher).... dirty paw prints EVERYWHERE because of freaking snow melting and creating the biggest mess in my lawn ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i am shaking, throwing things the guest bedroom to get thing out of sight, crying, I call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Theron&lt;/span&gt; in and ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could compare it to anything it would be the breakdown Joan Crawford Has in "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mommie&lt;/span&gt; Dearest" when her daughter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; clean the floor well enough and she is shaking Comet everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S3S1f3xFgPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zanCUgO1DpU/s1600-h/mommiedearest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437170209293435122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S3S1f3xFgPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zanCUgO1DpU/s320/mommiedearest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only instead of the rage, I am like sobbing, shaking and can't catch my breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done.... I mean I am done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is time to find a different profession&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-7088560657371307576?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7088560657371307576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/breakdown.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7088560657371307576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7088560657371307576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S3S1f3xFgPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zanCUgO1DpU/s72-c/mommiedearest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-6619990544957161660</id><published>2010-02-10T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:51:49.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am going to ask...because I am sort of new to this blogging thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wierd to follow people's blog's that you have no idea who they are? I mean isn't that what blogging is kind of about. I found some really cool/funny blogs but I follow them anonymously, I mean can i Put it on my blog under blogs I follow or is it wierd? I need some feedback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-6619990544957161660?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/6619990544957161660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6619990544957161660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6619990544957161660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4550520934120160130</id><published>2010-02-10T16:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:50:53.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catharsis</title><content type='html'>A very strange thing happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to paint the guest bedroom. While I tuned out the music playing in the distance I started to kind of narrate my thoughts and actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem extremely strange to some more than others but a lot of times when I have had a lot of thoughts on my mind I do this. It's kind of my way of feeling in control of my life... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I took a break from painting I decided to write it all down in a very stream of consciousness type of way. It was a very cathartic experience and makes me feel like myself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows maybe I'll end up writing a book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4550520934120160130?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4550520934120160130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/catharsis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4550520934120160130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4550520934120160130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/catharsis.html' title='Catharsis'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8289888545516862350</id><published>2010-02-06T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:28:42.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos from our Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec689dadc2d298de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param 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type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/videos-from-our-snow-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8289888545516862350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8289888545516862350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/videos-from-our-snow-days.html' title='Videos from our Snow Days'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-153077465053355500</id><published>2010-02-04T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:22:16.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISHED!!!!</title><content type='html'>SO the last time you saw my painting was awhile ago and it looked like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434502449151448162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S2s7LyyplGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bjdEpqEJ6NU/s320/painting+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mere underlay of the painting, good bones, not great yet... Later it became a little better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S2s7E2FxBdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fuVJKsCrrrk/s1600-h/random+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Sorry about the glares on the paintings but its really hard to photograph works indoors) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434501979962444258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S2s6we7RieI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e9CkLKbVtWk/s320/random+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a little too... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;, the colors &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; working together all that great it looks very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfinished&lt;/span&gt;, there is not really any movement. I actually went in after this stage and put in some clouds but HATED what it looked like so I painted over them later. It stayed at this stage awhile. I was so stuck and in a little bit of a funk because winter time does not inspire me to paint, I just want to hibernate. And to be honest I was relying too much on the photograph. My teacher always told me when its finished the only thing people will know to go by is your painting so if its not working just change it. So I decided after looking at her work that I needed more movement and to really push the colors further. And I think I finally accomplished what I wanted to. At least I hope... Paintings never seem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; to me which is what I love about sculpture &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I am giving away like this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; I better be happy with it now! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434555008951868594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S2tq_LTlXLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sqeSaOxP1yg/s320/painting+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S2s42oet2BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/G9c94xBTQT0/s1600-h/finishedpairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-153077465053355500?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/153077465053355500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/finished.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/153077465053355500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/153077465053355500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/finished.html' title='FINISHED!!!!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S2s7LyyplGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bjdEpqEJ6NU/s72-c/painting+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3119904982369858825</id><published>2010-02-03T23:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:41:37.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NTI2MTU5MzYyOCZwdD*xMjY1MjYxNjQ2MjI5JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJm89ZDQzYjNj/ZmZmMWI1NDMyMmI4MTUyNGM5OGEwZjBlMmQmb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/W/storage/site1/files/52/10/51/521051_545063bfb5a6b4o3ns6c10.JPG" width="302" height="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"&gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrities"&gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOOO one person has actually told me I remind them of her. I however thought they were crazy...  I think the features and proportions are there but she handles them way better than I do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3119904982369858825?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3119904982369858825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3119904982369858825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3119904982369858825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-717288679520328524</id><published>2010-01-31T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:52:53.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Since we have purchased our new TV, DVD, and DVR, I Have become obsessed with sending myself e-mail reminders from &lt;a href="http://www.tcm.com/"&gt;www.TCM.com&lt;/a&gt; so I can DVR all the old movies I have always wanted to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to create a New Blog to share my thoughts on these movies, and perhaps inspire others to rekindle a love for Old movies and the GREAT old movie stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries I am still going to write in this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themovieshowcase.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.themovieshowcase.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-717288679520328524?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/717288679520328524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/717288679520328524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/717288679520328524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3453360758036430494</id><published>2010-01-16T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:11:13.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Channeling</title><content type='html'>I finally know what my painting needs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been STUCK for about a week trying to figure out how to proceed. It is terrible, I always hit that spot where it's ALMOST  finished but it is still a complete mess. Meaning it has no direction, no focus, no sense of completeness. All my elements are there but they are not working together correctly. The frustrating thing is that it can be the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; line or shade that changes the entire painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;easel&lt;/span&gt; in my kitchen looking at it every day trying to figure out what I needed to do to it. So today I looked at my old professor's work, and tried to channel her insight. It's the difference between a good painting and a great one, and at this juncture in my life I refuse to let anything go without it being great. I hope she won't mind me putting her website in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kristinmusgnug.com/home.html"&gt;http://kristinmusgnug.com/home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her stuff really helped me. She is so in tune with color and movement it makes me want to cry. I am not just saying this because she was my teacher. I love her work. It is everything you want to see in nature but more because it is tame, safe, and fantastical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hopefully I can finish this painting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3453360758036430494?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3453360758036430494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/channeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3453360758036430494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3453360758036430494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/channeling.html' title='Channeling'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4263109154572916549</id><published>2010-01-15T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:51:56.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PB Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S1CcGmdbrEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Wrf9R74Ht8/s1600-h/naturally-more-nutrition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427009188198591554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S1CcGmdbrEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Wrf9R74Ht8/s320/naturally-more-nutrition.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S1CcGVersLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jboIFEyxD7U/s1600-h/2be0d35e5118a3b0_pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427009183640432818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S1CcGVersLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jboIFEyxD7U/s320/2be0d35e5118a3b0_pb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you who cant resist those peanut butter cravings, or need a snack that is filling and good for you Naturally More is SUPER delicious. I have been buying it instead of regular peanut butter for 2 or 3 years now. It has a little bit different consistency,  and since its all natural the oil in it seperates but it tastes more nutty rather than just sweet, which I love. It also has these little flax seeds in it that give it a crunch. Try it if you havent you will love it! They carry it at wal-mart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4263109154572916549?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4263109154572916549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/pb-cravings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4263109154572916549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4263109154572916549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/pb-cravings.html' title='PB Cravings'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/S1CcGmdbrEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Wrf9R74Ht8/s72-c/naturally-more-nutrition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2013363456873942076</id><published>2010-01-10T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:43:21.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly Contemplating</title><content type='html'>I am Honestly Contemplating leaving this county after hanging up on the Cisco Linksys "technical support" guy. I actually reverted to using the automated phone service to help me fix my internet issues!! Is it too much trouble to ask for someone who speaks fluent English? Outrageous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am so over Winter already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2013363456873942076?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2013363456873942076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/honestly-contemplating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2013363456873942076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2013363456873942076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/honestly-contemplating.html' title='Honestly Contemplating'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-5747142831704389022</id><published>2010-01-08T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:13:26.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It is time...&lt;br /&gt;Now that the holidays are over and we will be able to get a treadmill soon I can begin my new years resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to loose 30 lbs and I am making it a resolution to grow out my hair. This sounds silly but my hair always gets to this akward stage right below my shoulders where if I could just get past that it would look cute again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am 5'9" I can weigh within 137-167. So I am still within my target weight range and still not considered overwieght but at the higher end and would like to be closer to 140. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the count down begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-5747142831704389022?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5747142831704389022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5747142831704389022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5747142831704389022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-1073227826073497268</id><published>2009-12-23T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:28:47.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Phases!</title><content type='html'>I thought I would give updates on how the painting is coming along. I didnt get it done in time for Christmas but it will still be a good Thank you present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418514595990141810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SzJuUQhC-3I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZjvmuCQp9cs/s320/painting+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418514601968962386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SzJuUmygi1I/AAAAAAAAADg/Vf7G-mcvGXA/s320/painting+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418514608241149250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SzJuU-J6hUI/AAAAAAAAADo/m2-x-8dTkws/s320/painting+004.JPG" /&gt;It has come a looong ways since this was only probably two days worth of work but it still has a long way to go!! I had to let it dry to get the details better. I forgot how much I love oil paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-1073227826073497268?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/1073227826073497268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/12/painting-phases.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1073227826073497268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/1073227826073497268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/12/painting-phases.html' title='Painting Phases!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SzJuUQhC-3I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZjvmuCQp9cs/s72-c/painting+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4127329884725005920</id><published>2009-12-16T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:23:06.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since I have not been substituting lately it has given me a chance to get back into studio mode... which with Christmas coming will only get me out of the swing of things again. I am supposed to be painting Theron's boss/mentor a painting for Christmas. He and his wife really love Paris so I wanted to paint them a cityscape. Well we only got the canvas built by Sunday night. Monday I stretched the canvas and put the first coat of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gesso&lt;/span&gt; on. For those of you that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gesso&lt;/span&gt; is the white stuff that already comes on ready to go canvases. If you are building one from scratch it is WAY cheaper but a pain in the ass, especially if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have good tools. But, we built a 2 1/2 x 3 foot canvas, I stretched and stapled the canvas. Anyway the first coat of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gesso&lt;/span&gt; pretty much takes a full day to dry because the canvas soaks up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gesso&lt;/span&gt;. Then just to be you have full coverage you need at least another 2 coats of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gesso&lt;/span&gt;. We used to have to come in on weekends for studio classes just to have our canvases prepared for the next week. So today I FINALLY got to start painting, and I am now blogging because I am waiting for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imprematura (spelling?)&lt;/span&gt; to dry before I start anything new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigger news Theron got me a crazy cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easel&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas!! I am really excited because even though I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really have a room to paint in I at least have something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415959720794652626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/Sylaq8vJ_9I/AAAAAAAAADA/nlOIs6Bim7g/s320/random+013.JPG" /&gt;yes It is in my kitchen I thought the paint fumes would go nicely with heat from the oven. I was going to paint on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunporch&lt;/span&gt; but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a tall table out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415961236146136194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SylcDJ3GpII/AAAAAAAAADQ/oG2hEO2OAx0/s320/random+018.JPG" /&gt;One of my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; from Germany. I use it to paint in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415960238671458722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SylbJF-m8aI/AAAAAAAAADI/K7wDEDDxY2M/s320/random+014.JPG" /&gt;I am a very tidy artist... cant you tell ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all... until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4127329884725005920?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4127329884725005920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4127329884725005920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4127329884725005920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/Sylaq8vJ_9I/AAAAAAAAADA/nlOIs6Bim7g/s72-c/random+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2674626604917390762</id><published>2009-12-02T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:13:25.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Lately I have searching for some inspiration to start working again. I don't really enjoy keeping a sketchbook but I have started taking notes on some of the great artist of the 21st century. I am thinking about doing a piece for my house, I have something in mind but I dont like to share until I get the ball rolling. But here is the artist who has inspired me. Her work is very important to me she reminds me of a modern day Louise Nevelson. Her name is Ursula Von Rydingsvard. She does large scale cedar sculptures. She really embodies what I was searching to accomplish my senior year with the works I started producing but she does it so much better :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410755955907143538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/Sxbd394sp3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/THwL5QTqoeo/s320/VonRydingsvard2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410755781910272786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/Sxbdt1snGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/FUanJfGan20/s320/Ursula+van+rydinsvard1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should check out her video on ART 21&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/art21/artists/vonrydingsvard/"&gt;http://www.pbs.org/art21/artists/vonrydingsvard/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her website:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ursulavonrydingsvard.net/"&gt;http://www.ursulavonrydingsvard.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2674626604917390762?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2674626604917390762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2674626604917390762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2674626604917390762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/Sxbd394sp3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/THwL5QTqoeo/s72-c/VonRydingsvard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4374962239028761197</id><published>2009-11-30T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:04:23.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Our wedding photos are back online!! Family or bridesmaids if you want to order some do it NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you just want to go take a look help yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectshots.com/photocart/index.php?do=photocart&amp;amp;viewGallery=1825"&gt;http://www.selectshots.com/photocart/index.php?do=photocart&amp;amp;viewGallery=1825&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;password: scout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4374962239028761197?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4374962239028761197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4374962239028761197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4374962239028761197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-5940649315703779904</id><published>2009-11-28T23:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:04:04.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>New Moon was definately better than the first twilight movie... All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW... Taylor Lautner, definately lived up to my expectations for Jacob, and I will leave it at that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-5940649315703779904?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5940649315703779904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5940649315703779904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/5940649315703779904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-8338815779020826191</id><published>2009-11-22T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:38:31.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>I got my first comment on my blog today... Thank you Christina! You have made me a very very happy lady. *clears throat*LEAVE COMMENTS I LOVE THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else ever worry if they got the backwash of the communion cups?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-8338815779020826191?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/8338815779020826191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-my-first-comment-on-my-blog-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8338815779020826191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/8338815779020826191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-my-first-comment-on-my-blog-today.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-7497867309561118083</id><published>2009-11-20T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:43:03.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tis the Season to be Merry"..." Well that's my name"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I had to use that as my title too many good quotes from that movie to last all the way through Christmas, if only Brittany, my sisters and my dad were here to sppreciate them with me! Sadly my BF Brittany had to go see New Moon last night by herself because my sister Joanna won a free ticket from Nordstrom but has not yet jumped on the band wagon; therefore joanna's lose = Brittany's success. These are the times I miss Georgia the most, having movie buddies and people that can finish my thoughts no matter how random they may be. Let me first make a side note about Twilight BEFORE I start posting pictures of my Christmas decorations because yes I found my camera in the BACK/neverused pocket of my computer case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for anyone unsure if they would like to read these books or is just convinced that they are stupid without even giving them a try. THEY ARE GOOD!! And waaaay to grown-up for the 5th graders I see reading them! I was a super skeptic as well before I was reeled into reading them. So believe me when I say, Any normal gal who has the slightest affinity for romance would like them. They are not REALLY about vampires, its a love story, nay a love triangle once you get to Eclipse! YES they are INCREDIBLY cheesy and Edward and Bella are completely irrational but if we can't enjoy stories like these to escape the menotony of real life I don't know what I would do with myself!! I think that is all I have to say about that11&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am very excited about going to see New Moon, Me and the mother-in-law will be seeing it next weekend, hopefully some of the crowd will have died down by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I have been putting up my Christmas decorations. I acquired almost all of our decorations last year at the hobby lobby 50% off sale and after Christmas so this is the first year we have had ALOT of decorations to put up. It is mostly garland and lights on things and as always my christmas village I have been collecting since I was maybe inthe 5th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406265847906969906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SwbqJSHSKTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/blaNdUe3B74/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+111.JPG" /&gt;Our tree! Our living room and kitchen are called Bell Grove Moss Green, it is a pretty light and cool toned green so I went with a sugar plum, pearl white, and gold theme for Christmas And I didn't regret it! I ALWAYS think about whether a color would look jsut as nice during the holidays, mainly because I love those christmas movies where the whole house looks christmasie withtout having hordes of decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406266648800500674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/Swbq35rLm8I/AAAAAAAAABY/zYm39R179Js/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+086.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406269586151213282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/Swbti4KKiOI/AAAAAAAAABg/ceDRsnSKEUA/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+087.JPG" /&gt;I started collecting these ornaments from Hobby Lobby. They have alot of different categories and I collect the storybook themed ones. Above I have mothergoose, along with captain hook, his ship, the nutcracker, and cinderella's carriage. Whenever I see a fish I think is pretty I buy it for Theron, so far we have two bass fish and a red fox (because I love them) This particular ornament came with a bait so I thought it was super cute! So to go into detail but I just love them! They are so beautiful! I was going to post all of them but I thought it would get repetitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406270968615574498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SwbuzWPWm-I/AAAAAAAAABo/kkihWzNJNcg/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+090.JPG" /&gt;I do however feel the need to post this one. This is an ornament me anf theron purchased on our honeymoon! it is made of shells but the glitter makes it even more amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406271838973331490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SwbvmAk0CCI/AAAAAAAAABw/PQCk3FXUd-w/s320/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+084.JPG" /&gt;Last but not least my North Pole Series Christmas Village. I lub it. I have been collecting since I was in grade school, some years people give them to me other years they don't but I will always put it out. It is one of those few things I hope my kids will enjoy some day so I can leave it to them. There is just something very whimsical about it. Very cheesy I know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will spare you and not put up all the photos I took. I did it all when Theron was out of town. I think I did last year too. I like to though. I was always the one who put up the decorations at my mom's house so I guess it is kind of nostalgic for me to do it by myself :-) Hope everyone is having as much fun as me looking forward to the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-7497867309561118083?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7497867309561118083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season-to-be-merry-well-thats-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7497867309561118083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7497867309561118083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season-to-be-merry-well-thats-my.html' title='&quot;Tis the Season to be Merry&quot;...&quot; Well that&apos;s my name&quot;...'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/SwbqJSHSKTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/blaNdUe3B74/s72-c/atlanta,+dogs,andchristmas+111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-7474000512588360511</id><published>2009-11-18T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:28:37.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera!</title><content type='html'>I have lost my camera! Where could it be?! By the way, sorry I have been changing my background so much if it has been annoying anyone... I have to try on things alot before I decide if I like them... also applies with my blog name, I am still not happy about it... but I think I have found a couple of months out of this background... at least! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-7474000512588360511?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7474000512588360511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7474000512588360511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/7474000512588360511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/camera.html' title='Camera!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4352157361451217216</id><published>2009-11-17T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:24:43.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cai Guo-Qiang</title><content type='html'>If you guys haven't seen this artist you are in for a treat, he uses fireworks and gunpowder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his website: &lt;a href="http://www.caiquoqiang.com/"&gt;www.caiquoqiang.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBS's Art 21 videos covered him and this link should take you to his video: press watch now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/art21/artists/cai/index.html"&gt;www.pbs.org/art21/artists/cai/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the artist who did the fireworks for the 2008 Olympics... very cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4352157361451217216?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4352157361451217216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/cai-guo-qiang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4352157361451217216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4352157361451217216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/cai-guo-qiang.html' title='Cai Guo-Qiang'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-2264597657628479072</id><published>2009-11-16T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:49:08.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Me &amp;amp; Theron successfully hosted our first Lifegroup. Everything went smoothly, although our house feels alot bigger when it is just us in it. Having about 20 people there was very an event! I don't think we have had over 6 -8 people total in our house at one time. I am glad we decided just to make pancakes I would have been a hot mess if I had tried to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I am officially back to being excited about putting up Christmas decorations now that the weather is cold again, maybe even snow... right in time. I will officially watch any movie Christmas themed if it has decorations in it. I love how in every frame of Christmas movies there is red and green, just puts me in the Christmas spirit! Current cheesy Christmas movie I am watching on ABC family is some ELOISE movie, at least Julie Andrew is in it, so I don't feel as lame. My only sadness is that both of our DVD players are broken, so I can't watch Elf, Love Actually, or Home Alone until they come on TV 8-( coming on next A Dennis the Menace Christmas. Sounds promising...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-2264597657628479072?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2264597657628479072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-me-theron-successfully-hosted-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2264597657628479072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/2264597657628479072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-me-theron-successfully-hosted-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-4663212434486893713</id><published>2009-11-13T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:01:29.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Better Understand</title><content type='html'>If you are a teacher or plan on teaching, or may have a child with learning disabilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please try to find a PBS video called: "How Difficult Can This Be?" (A F.A.T. City Workshop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who grew up with a learning disability and still struggle with it today and probably will forever. Nothing could explain how it feels to be in a classroom situation better than this video. I guarantee that it will be a truly humbling experience that almost everyone needs to experience. Could also help you better understand a co-worker. It not only explains what makes a learning disability so frustrating but it puts you in the shoes of a student with a learning disablity for one hour. For teachers if you haven't seen it... it is a must...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-4663212434486893713?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4663212434486893713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-better-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4663212434486893713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/4663212434486893713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-better-understand.html' title='To Better Understand'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-6616279106691754584</id><published>2009-11-11T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:37:11.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>I think if I had to think of at least one regret from my past it would have to be that I didn't stay in choir after the 6th grade. It seems silly, but I had such horrible stage frieght that it scared me when my teacher would ask me if I wanted to do a solo. That was the main reason I quit but the other was for a much better reason. I already had my elective taken up by art. Which is something I would never give back so I obviously made the right decision, seeing as I got my degree in it. But I really wish I could have done both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people who doesn't regret things because it has made me who I am today but don't something you just look back on and think "OH MAN! I wish I hadn't have been so stupid or shy or stubborn!" (those are my three that always come back to haunt me. Especially the stubborness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say your gifts are also usually your curses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your regrets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-6616279106691754584?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/6616279106691754584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/regrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6616279106691754584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/6616279106691754584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-3510769439751863898</id><published>2009-11-11T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:56:30.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair in my oatmeal</title><content type='html'>I really hope that was my extremely long hair in my oatmeal this morning.... I definitely ate all of the oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;I mean how could a hair that long (about 6 inches) get into one of those little oatmeal packages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note similar to the same...&lt;br /&gt;Since this recent influx of babies being born I have run into yet another small thing to distress over. Our church signs-up to make meals for the families so they won't have to worry about making dinner amongst all their others new worries. This is such a great idea, I love feeling like I can reduce stress for someone else. However I am having problems with the whole cooking thing. You see I don't really like to cook, I love to bake and would volunteer to make a dessert for every function I ever went to but NOT cooking. Usually when I try a new baking recipe it comes our SUPERBLY, but not cooking, I can't boil chicken... I don't know what it is I am paranoid it won't get done in the center and so I cook it to long... so then its tough and it is like chewing on sponges. Well I fixed my problem for that anytime I have to make a casserole I just buy a rotisserie chicken to cut up and put inside (Even though they would probably rather eat it as a rotisserie chicken). This however, does not make up for my distress over whether or not hairs have fallen into my dish (not to say m kitchen is dirty it's not but I do have two dogs so the odds are against me). And then when I see the couple whenever the next time is that I see them. I am wondering the whole time if they are thinking: "I wonder if I should tell her I found a hair in her poppy seed chicken" or "I wonder if she knows her eggs curdled in her pie?" Now I am pretty sure that those people would never say things like that because they are way too polite, but truthfully I would really like to know, just so I could laugh about it and at least make myself stop worrying and just know it did happen. So if I really think about it I am not sacrificing my time to make them dinner what I am really doing is saying your stress over making dinner is more important than mine so I endure months wondering and distress over my dish so that you can have dinner tonight 8-) And that is really a larger sacrifice than you even know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-3510769439751863898?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3510769439751863898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair-in-my-oatmeal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3510769439751863898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/3510769439751863898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair-in-my-oatmeal.html' title='Hair in my oatmeal'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579456656096160383.post-420149655512766101</id><published>2009-11-10T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:24:18.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Greetings All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am very excited to embark on my new blog. What a crazy/weird name for a blog you may say; however, it was the closest phrase I could think of to explain my inner most thoughts. And if I might add two of my favorite words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My husband gets frustrated at me a lot because he thinks I am purposefully ignoring him, but what he and probably many people who have talked to me and noticed me drifting away is that I don't do it on purpose I am probably just taking a mental day trip somewhere else. Hopefully this will be a fun blog to read, I try to find humor in most of the aggravating things that happen to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4579456656096160383-420149655512766101?l=whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/420149655512766101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/salutations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/420149655512766101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4579456656096160383/posts/default/420149655512766101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsicalbewilderment.blogspot.com/2009/11/salutations.html' title='Salutations!'/><author><name>Abby from Half an Acre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02120613108321601084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mVt9pqEaG9Y/TDJmmsMYZhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9P7pfyw2mc/S220/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
