tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116283932024-03-13T01:54:38.133-04:00Cats, Dogs and Food - The Things I LovePamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-72174611996759637632019-07-08T23:29:00.000-04:002019-07-09T07:44:10.880-04:00And another thing...That MFer took credit for the dog we had. I was the one that cared for that dog. I fed him, bathed him, gave him medicine, took him for walks - and when his health started to fail, I was the one who carried him everywhere, took him to the vet, stayed up all night with him when he was sick and I was the one there for him when he took his last breath. But that MFer took to Facebook and posted about him, and all his friends praised him for taking in a sick old dog into his house and loving him. YOU F***ER. YOU DID NOT LOVE HIM. YOU COULDN’T even bother to take him out of his crate when you were home for lunch every day. F**K YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.<br />
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I HATE YOU. You treated my family horribly. They all hated you because you were such a snob around them. Thinking you were better than them, i.e. more cultured. YOU ARE A NOTHING. You are a fake Jew. You were born Catholic, you piece of shit. My entire family has more class in their little fingers than you do. </div>
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And worst of all - no, not even the emotional abuse and sexual abuse is worse - you got to meet my father while he was healthy. My husband only met him twice before he died and never got to know him properly. Dad was not mobile, and blind by then. He was wasted on you instead of my husband, who is the most kind, gentle, and loving person I’ve ever met. Even though Dad was blind, though, he could tell that he was a great person. At least he knew before he died that I was with a great person. </div>
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So many more things to say, but suffice it just to say F**CK OFF AND DIE YOU PIECE OF USELESS SHIT. </div>
Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-61555860648734248772019-07-03T12:26:00.000-04:002019-07-03T12:26:32.298-04:00Bad ThoughtsI am 52. Happily married. Good, well-paying job. Great house. Every major expense is paid off. Car, house; and even my credit cards are paid off every month. I do have sorrows; like losing my Dad and my friend Carol, and losing my pets. But generally I have nothing to complain about.<br />
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Except.... there are a few people from my past who I wish bad things upon. One is my former boss. I had a dream about her last night that was vivid. When I woke up I wondered if maybe she was dead. I hoped she had died. But, alas, I don't see any mention of an obituary on google. She made my life miserable during the time I worked for her.<br />
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The other is my former husband. I wish bad things for him. I want him to suffer like I suffered during the time we were married. Ugh, just thinking about him makes my skin crawl. Why can't he be dead? But alas, anything I can find about him on the internet, it sounds like he is doing well. Dammit. I want him dead. Is that too much to ask?<br />
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Maybe if there is a God, my wanting them both dead is frowned upon, so he/she/it will make sure they live long and fruitful lives. Perhaps.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-3946300773087773702014-10-09T00:21:00.001-04:002014-10-09T00:21:28.455-04:00More lossAbout a month ago, I lost my little dog Mari. I can hardly write the words without tearing up. He was my little buddy, my best friend, and my baby.<br />
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I got him in November 2009, and the years have gone by so fast. I knew he was slowing down earlier this year, and our daily walks became shorter and shorter, and when we took him to the park for walks, my husband had to end up picking him up and carrying him the rest of the way because he was too exhausted.<br />
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He was diagnosed with Kidney Failure in the early part of August, and he rapidly declined. On September 8, I made the decision to end his earthly life. It was agonizing and I still cry every day, I miss him so much, and I pray every night I will see him in my dreams, but I never do. Same with my father, I have prayed to see him and I never do.<br />
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My brother-in-law Jimmy passed away on June 22 of this year. He had fought an eight-month battle with cancer of the duodenum. It was a rare cancer, and they gave him only 6 to 9 months from the start. We watched him deteriorate over the next few months and by the end, he was starving to death, lying in his hospital bed, in a contorted position, and (hopefully) deeply unconscious so that he wasn't in pain anymore. He looked like a corpse to me, but he was still breathing. I hoped to God that he wasn't in that body anymore and was already exploring the next world. When I came to see his body after his death, he was still in the same position as I last saw him.<br />
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I was able to end my Mari's pain with euthanasia, but my brother-in-law had to suffer to the end. <br />
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The world is a painful place. I am struggling with trying to find the good in it, while grieving my losses. I sometimes look forward to when it is my time to go. I will then be able to see my father, my friend Carol, Jimmy, and little Mari, and all the rest of the pets and humans I have lost. I can't fathom why we come here to this earth. So much pain and suffering. I am never going to come back here.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-21957456715905458722014-07-29T16:47:00.000-04:002014-07-29T16:50:02.198-04:00Lessons in faith.The day after my father's funeral, my husband and I were driving home - we were almost there, and we turned the corner on a road that my husband has driven on a thousand times before, when we saw a Kingfisher (bird) sitting on the bridge. We looked at each other and said "was that a Kingfisher?". He had never seen one in the 40+ years he has lived in Indiana. I thought it strange, and I mentioned it to my mother. She said that my father used to talk of his love of watching the Kingfishers near the pond where he grew up.<br />
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Still, my rational mind was thinking that of course there was a Kingfisher, there is a river right where he was sitting, and that is where Kingfisher's hang out! Then I thought that I would believe it if the Kingfisher actually showed up at our house where I could see it.<br />
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About a year later my husband and I were walking near the retention pond near our house (it is only about 100 ft from our house) when we heard some chattering up in the trees. We looked up, and there was a gigantic Kingfisher! It then immediately flew away and we haven't seen it since. So I figure showing up about 100 ft from our house, should be close enough for me to believe.<br />
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I had other encounters too, that I thought were signs from him. I have always loved toads. I have fond memories of being a child, and catching them at my childhood home. We had really big toads, and they would live in the moist area of the window wells of the house. Years later, in 2009, I was visiting my parents, and planting some flowers in their front garden. Before I had even arrived at their house, I had been thinking about those childhood happy toad memories and was hoping I would see one. Well, with all the digging I was doing, one just popped right up as if to say Hello! I was even able to run into the house and get my camera, and it was still sitting there as if to be waiting for me to "document" his presence. It was SO great to see that toad, and I felt like all would be well after seeing him (I was going through a divorce at the time). <br />
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That whole visit with my parents was great. I felt such peace there. I was even taking pictures of some flowers in the backyard, looking through the lens of my 35mm camera, when a beautiful butterfly appeared in my field of vision, and I was able to take many pictures of it. It just sat there, as if posing like a model. I left for home feeling very happy, and I was almost home when I got in a car accident that I was lucky to have survived. I remember thinking as my car was spinning out, going 70 mph on a busy highway with semi trucks right next to me, that "I had had a good life" and I just kind of "let it go" and wondered how I would end up. Fortunately I didn't have a scratch, no one else got hurt, but my car that I had just paid off was totaled!<br />
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But I digress. So forward to the present, when I was on my honeymoon in Ontario in September 2013, we were walking along a beautiful path in the forest, when we saw a pretty blue butterfly sunning itself on a rock. My husband said, "hey maybe that is a sign from your Dad". My rational mind was thinking "it's just a butterfly! they show up all the time! Now, if I see a toad, THEN I will believe it is my Dad". And guess what.... a few minutes later my husband shouted "there's a toad hopping across the path!". And there sure was!! We tried to catch it, but it hopped into the woods. But I did get a picture.<br />
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After all these signs, my mind STILL tries to rationalize them. I just want to "see" my Dad with my own eyes. I don't like all these - what could be - "subtle" signs that we get. Because to me, they could just as well be coincidences. I wish we could "see" something more concrete, more tangible.<br />
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Perhaps someone is trying to teach me about having faith. Perhaps faith is what we really need to get through this life on earth - with our limited five senses, our bodies can only see, taste, hear, smell, and touch so many things but not ALL things. Perhaps we are like the fish that live in the sea, who can only imagine what their reality actually is, because it is all that they can see, nothing else. They don't know of the vast world that exists around them. Perhaps, there is a vast unseen world around us too.<br />
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I hadn't wanted to post anything on this blog since he passed, because 1) I didn't have the heart and 2) no one except me really reads it anyway, so who cares? When you lose someone, things you previously cared about lose purpose and meaning.<br />
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A lot of things happened during the year after he passed. I was transferred to a new job, my friend Carol transitioned too, I took a trip out to the grand canyon, got married to my soulmate, and my new brother-in-law is now fighting a very rare cancer. It really floors me that I have now known two people with very rare cancer. Carol, with her rhabdomyosarcoma which killed her at 60 years old, and my brother-in-law who has cancer of the duodenum. It is so rare that hardly anyone knows how to treat it, and there has been virtually no studies of it.<br />
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Through it all, I never stop thinking about my Dad. I have been able to put up some pictures of him, but I still cannot look at them directly for too long. It is still too painful. I contacted a couple of psychics to see if they could contact him, and I got mixed results. Some of what they said was quite incredible, and some wasn't. It still doesn't convince my scientific mind that he is really ok wherever he is. I am going to practically need him to materialize in front of me, for me to fully believe.<br />
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And I still have to go through his belongings. I can't do it just yet; so it just sits in our upstairs spare room until I can work up the courage. All this stuff was so important to him; I don't know what to keep and what to throw or give away. But I hope that it doesn't matter to him anymore. After all, he can't take any of it where he went.<br />
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And as my husband and I are preparing to move in the next few years, I think of all the stuff we have that we need to get rid of; who would ever want it? But how can I part with my Dad's stuff, when that is all I have left of him.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-15173056110105074152012-12-27T15:41:00.001-05:002013-01-25T10:58:24.745-05:00It was not to be.Dad passed today of respiratory failure.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-7507539635648104382012-12-21T21:56:00.002-05:002013-01-25T10:58:24.749-05:00Heart Surgery in my elderly fatherSo he had the surgery a week and two days ago. He had to have a triple bypass, a valve replacement, and his aorta completely replaced (he had an aortic aneurysm). The surgery took 5 hours and went without a hitch. We waited in the family waiting room for the doctor to come and brief us afterwords. And waited. And waited. Someone then called to say that they couldn't get his bleeding to stop. It had been a few hours and they tried everything. Then the doctor came out, looking grim. He said there was nothing more he could do. It was in God's hands. I have never felt so helpless and devastated. Even though we had now been at the hospital 9 hours, and were exhausted, the doctor said we shouldn't leave. He didn't know if Dad would survive the night.<br />
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We went back to see him, and waited in his room while all the nurses worked on him. A chest xray revealed that there was a mass pressing against his heart. It was either blood pooling or blood clotting. The only way to tell was to open him back up. So they did, at 1:30 in the morning. More waiting... and waiting... then the good news. It was a clot! He was finally clotting.<br />
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After that scare there has been the usual problems with this kind of surgery in the elderly: lung problems (he was ventilated until yesterday), and confusion and dementia. After one week and two days he is finally coming out of anesthesia, but he is still confused and still not all there. I am hoping that will clear up, but an internet search has kind of scared me - a lot of elderly people are never the same mentally after this kind of surgery. Here we were worried about him not making it through the surgery, when he ends up having a worse time with his lungs and mind. I am hoping, hoping, hoping, and wishing that we finally get my Dad back soon. I hope that we can talk again; he was SO scared when he went in. He did not want to die. I want him to realize that he did it! He made it! He has a second chance to live longer! The doctor said he wouldn't have lasted even a few more months without the surgery. But as of now, he is barely aware of where he is.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-79636555286690656352012-11-16T12:56:00.000-05:002013-01-25T10:58:24.750-05:00Where did the time go?My father is 82 and is currently hospitalized. He needs a bypass, a valve repaired, and an aortic aneurism fixed. He has been there for one week having test after test to make sure he is strong enough to live through the surgery. He has passed the lung test and his colonoscopy was clear. So we are now waiting to hear when he can have his surgery.<br />
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I spent a few days at his bedside. I had to help him eat and get up to go to the bathroom. He can't see well enough to see the food in front of him on his plate. I studied his face as he was sleeping. I recall watching his mother like this when she was in the hospital, at just about the same age, for cancer. He looks just like her.<br />
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Where did the time go? He was always so strong and independent. Now he weighs less than I do. He is afraid to die. You would think someone at his age would be ready to go. My mother says the same - "he had a good life". Why does that not make me feel better about this? I should consider myself lucky that he got to live this long. My friend's mother dropped dead at only 65! My boyfriend's parents are both gone now, having died at approx 68 and 70. So why do I feel like I have been punched in the stomach? He is not even dead yet! There is a chance, whether he has the surgery or not, that he will live several more years. <br />
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I guess what bothers me is the quality of those years. If you can't see, walk, or hear very well, what do you do? How can you enjoy life? He will need someone to feed him, and to help him go to the bathroom. My mom and my sister (who lives with them and are not in good health either) can't do it. So that probably means a nursing home.<br />
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It just seems like this came upon me so suddenly. Though I know in the back of my mind I had some awareness of the clock ticking, I guess I just never thought about it too much. It was too painful. Well, now it is here and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to comfort him. I read stories of NDE's to try to comfort myself that something great awaits him when his life is over here on earth. Then I read people cruelly trying to contradict and negate these experiences. So I don't know who to believe. :-(<br />
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Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-70544366924213762732012-10-31T17:13:00.001-04:002013-01-25T10:58:24.748-05:00Something has got to give.I am not even sure what to say. I found myself today holding my head in my hands, just sick and tired of everything. I am not sure if I am going through a mid-life crisis, or if there is some kind of change in the air...<br />
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For most of the year I have been feeling increasingly disturbed. There are reasons that are certainly understandable: my nephew had to be sent to reform school and got in trouble with the law (at only 15 years old!), my brother is frequently out of work and depressed, my friend is battling a rare form of cancer that has a very low survival rate, my father is aging and at 82 years old can no longer see well, walk, or really do anything for himself. He is trapped in a body that doesn't work. My sister is my parent's primary caregiver and she is really unhappy after having lost her job and having to move in with them. It is not a job she wanted. Also, my job is in jeopardy; there is not enough money to keep me, although my boss is trying.<br />
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In addition, I am realizing the worst mistakes I have made in my life: converting to judaism and getting married. Why in the hell did I do that? I was completely with the wrong person. He couldn't have been more wrong for me. I see that, now that I am with the one I was meant to be with. While I was enduring my marriage he lived less than two miles away, went to the same grocery store I went to, etc. So close, yet so far. As for judasim, I am hoping that God understands that I had completely lost my mind and will forgive me for not being sincere in my beliefs. I thought I had been at the time, but once again, if hindsight was 20/20...<br />
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All of these problems would make anyone feel disturbed. But oddly, I think most of all is the state of this year's election. How anyone could vote for Romney/Ryan is something I can't grasp. I walk around in a state of disbelief that the polls say the election is so close. How could that be? Those men are clearly psychopaths; it has been proven over and over that they cannot be trusted, that they will say anything anyone wants to hear just so they will be elected. It is obvious they are being controlled by the religious right, that anyone could even THINK about voting for them, just leaves me so depressed and hopeless. Do people just not care about each other anymore? Are they all out for themselves? I have completely lost faith in mankind. How can I deal with the problems I have when I have to worry that our country is about to be handed over to a man who is a psychopathic robot-like carbon life form? Someone who is so completely out of touch with the rest of us - how can he understand what we go through when he has more money than God? <br />
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I am just about ready to say "I'm out" - I can't deal with this anymore. Something has got to give.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-33706388158769874412012-09-26T13:29:00.002-04:002013-01-25T10:58:24.746-05:00Overwhelming feelingsI work at a University medical school, where I know there is animal research going on, with all kinds of animals. In addition, the med school students dissect human cadavers. That does not bother me in the least. However, the animals... most of the time I can go about my day and not think about it. But sometimes I stop, and the feeling overwhelms me, that I just cannot stand it - I cannot live in a world where helpless creatures are experimented on, I cannot live in a world where atrocities are occurring daily (children starving, people being tortured, etc.). When these feelings overwhelm me, I just don't want to even exist anymore. I always pull myself together, but it is terrifying, this feeling. I don't know if it's an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person - see <a href="http://www.hsperson.com/" target="_blank">Elaine Aron</a>) thing. I just feel like it is, because I imagine most people are walking around in their own worlds and don't think of such things. It always makes me hope that there is something else, after this life, where we (animals included) can exist without pain and suffering. If not, then I don't see the point in life at all.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-24963456904714702022012-08-29T09:58:00.000-04:002012-08-29T10:20:45.219-04:00I hate being called a Liberal.I think the word "Liberal", as used to define someone's political views, is now a derogatory term that the republicans use. We are supposed to be "bleeding heart" liberals who want to give out our money to those who they deem undeserving and have peace and love etc. etc. And I don't know what else they believe but it is all negative and supposedly going to destroy our country. <br />
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What I am is a person who cares about others. I am someone who realizes that the very people screaming about illegal aliens, are also descended from those who took the land away from Native Americans. TOOK AWAY. STOLE!!! No immigrant in this country now is trying to do that. What is worse?<br />
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I know that not all unemployed people are unwilling to work and just want to live off the government.<br />
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I know that NO ONE is PRO-abortion. People are PRO-choice. I know that it is no one else's business what I do with my own body. Let me repeat: NO ONE is pro-abortion. Do the repubs think that abortions are fun? I recently had a D&C to get a biopsy of the inside of my uterus. It was not fun. It is not fun being "scraped". I can't imagine anyone WANTS to have an abortion. But if I am raped, or find out my unborn baby is going to have multiple birth defects and will have a very hard and painful life, it is MY CHOICE what to do, not the government.<br />
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I know that there are others who live in this country who practice different religions. I know that there are others of different races, colors, and creeds. Isn't this what America is about? Being free to practice whatever you believe in without fear of persecution?<br />
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I know that it is not a terrible thing to be educated. Those screaming that President Obama is an "elitist" are just afraid of his intelligence. What is so wrong with being smart? Maybe if we made sure that all had access to good teachers and education, there wouldn't be so many people struggling to make ends meet. <br />
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I know that life is complicated. I know that if we all just treated others like we would like to be treated, that our earth would be a better place.<br />
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“So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.” Matthew 7:12<br />
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Well, it seems like we are due to crash at any time now. Maybe the Mayans predicted this in 2012. Not that the "Rapture" will be upon us, but that the earth will undergo a major change. Much like the "Black Death" that began in 1348, which claimed the lives of approximately 100 million people. It is feasible that these new conditions on earth will breed new kinds of viruses and bacteria and it's not hard to imagine what the outcome of that will be.<br />
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And lets not leave out a mention of the current state of politics. It really seems like there is a battle between good and evil now, fighting for control. There is no more civility in our culture. People are downright rude and crude about it. It makes me just want to turn off the tv and radio and retreat into my own world, and never venture out anymore. It all seems so hopeless. I feel like giving away most of what I own and hunkering down in the basement to await my fate, whatever that may be.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-6873465676781629402012-04-10T11:12:00.005-04:002012-04-10T11:23:25.424-04:00Easter Eggs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ17u_1sb2amsP7IX8jlYQrdQKiK1xS7uXJUVd2i7rGYe3ILSt0td_KIwBvwAAYQEEMUdMh_6Oz_lEceDYCNpRFQcrO4Zr07Q3ba3xYqzNWfHVJqZ2ByXIT0LdQUw80BFrC44p/s1600/P1020855ab.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ17u_1sb2amsP7IX8jlYQrdQKiK1xS7uXJUVd2i7rGYe3ILSt0td_KIwBvwAAYQEEMUdMh_6Oz_lEceDYCNpRFQcrO4Zr07Q3ba3xYqzNWfHVJqZ2ByXIT0LdQUw80BFrC44p/s320/P1020855ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729793031641921826" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9A5Eb0sf64nedCPp_mJnpWPIXfFw-0lk4lS8KX5D__V54p-EPigKwzvfa3VpSFochi6lT4hyphenhyphenDuiM-0lMJEX9T9Oiw109No5RZ0y3Or5PJVp8PqGq3MdYj2HdPBuFDA_Q1qVVd/s1600/P1020851ab.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9A5Eb0sf64nedCPp_mJnpWPIXfFw-0lk4lS8KX5D__V54p-EPigKwzvfa3VpSFochi6lT4hyphenhyphenDuiM-0lMJEX9T9Oiw109No5RZ0y3Or5PJVp8PqGq3MdYj2HdPBuFDA_Q1qVVd/s320/P1020851ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729792519117849074" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8h5piMznQCdqhhNe1TSAiXkwFqjCLcHSywew65RV8PMXeDtgl-ZmNlDLS7M0U41zriYphjacVbdzLLQX3MajgWpRoVaPj5o3pljcXcXp29SAtFYlq4fxh44sII3WOJkObrO7U/s1600/P1020836ab.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8h5piMznQCdqhhNe1TSAiXkwFqjCLcHSywew65RV8PMXeDtgl-ZmNlDLS7M0U41zriYphjacVbdzLLQX3MajgWpRoVaPj5o3pljcXcXp29SAtFYlq4fxh44sII3WOJkObrO7U/s320/P1020836ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729792509881222162" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dsGRktR4vC7tgcOAzt1qnzmitmGINPu0LbIzWQ1I9_1LNZU-xYqV9NgSaLwa1pK4PcZqCnzmLRtCklsVfle_4yCd8twD277mwjBTnXuH9x8IQb3pHq8SFmkfz4Cq8c_SdX0t/s1600/P1020835ab.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dsGRktR4vC7tgcOAzt1qnzmitmGINPu0LbIzWQ1I9_1LNZU-xYqV9NgSaLwa1pK4PcZqCnzmLRtCklsVfle_4yCd8twD277mwjBTnXuH9x8IQb3pHq8SFmkfz4Cq8c_SdX0t/s320/P1020835ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729792499345432978" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKJwFHvAnwAcgYJXepwOHws1lcn58DNUNgB4PerLTAXTtFSZRmFLL6N_0wL65aXkVDh3-mZbyzhet45A1plD3QNtUvebRUfwluwHxzT4CtyJgaCN0IeB6czn-q773Y9oJMvd4/s1600/P1020854ab.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKJwFHvAnwAcgYJXepwOHws1lcn58DNUNgB4PerLTAXTtFSZRmFLL6N_0wL65aXkVDh3-mZbyzhet45A1plD3QNtUvebRUfwluwHxzT4CtyJgaCN0IeB6czn-q773Y9oJMvd4/s320/P1020854ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729792528489947522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I wanted to make something to give to my boyfriend's great nieces and nephews on Easter Sunday. I found some egg patterns on the internet, but had to alter them so that they would fit over those plastic eggs you can get on the cheap (I paid $1 for a bag of six) - although I wish I had gotten some better quality eggs that close better. I discovered this after gluing the crocheted egg onto the plastic egg, and then it wouldn't close! So I had to unglue it and glue it back on so it wasn't so close to the edge of the egg. Even then, it didn't close very tightly. Oh well, live and learn. Here are some pictures. I used "I Love This Yarn" by Hobby Lobby (my favorite). If anyone reading this wants the pattern, just let me know and I will post it. But you can probably find free ones on the internet and slightly alter them to fit your eggs.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-55783710751609096732012-03-12T15:24:00.003-04:002012-03-12T15:30:55.605-04:00Vegas, baby!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKecWwOzY60ldAX53Dn8uP4WnEy3NhD2shBeiFlG_ZJD1tFD6gmQrcEMYGhpVzslcle-_WNBOt296hvQi0wtoS79-4F1T-tCDPAYC0xKHEfh8T877jIMUBjcuWICFAd8OGcY2y/s1600/P1020658a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKecWwOzY60ldAX53Dn8uP4WnEy3NhD2shBeiFlG_ZJD1tFD6gmQrcEMYGhpVzslcle-_WNBOt296hvQi0wtoS79-4F1T-tCDPAYC0xKHEfh8T877jIMUBjcuWICFAd8OGcY2y/s320/P1020658a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719093826978172530" border="0" /></a>Going to Las Vegas was a good learning experience for me. I was so afraid to fly. I had done it before, but not for a little less than 10 years. My boyfriend, he really wanted to go and really wanted me to come with him, so I swallowed my fear and went. <br /><br />I just made sure I had my affairs in order before I left. No, just kidding :)<br /><br />It was a lot of fun, once I got some rest after all the plane rides and shuttle bus rides and checking into the hotel, etc. etc. Then the plane ride back was rough because it was so windy (lots of turbulence). My boyfriend's arm must be sore where I gripped it the whole time!<br /><br />We are going to California later this year, and I am actually kind of looking forward to it. I think I can get on more planes and not feel like they're going to crash. :) And I am glad that I can take my crochet projects on the plane. I was worried crochet hooks would be considered weapons.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-1982618755280377932012-02-02T16:00:00.003-05:002012-02-02T16:01:10.602-05:00Baby sweater and hat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlxmIJx68TEOr1HDBOfwxEu3e8U9qQjeShB4K8KCXsT52Z5gEmRnKPxszxllTBUDIh9ERh9b4UOE6mMrMacTgooZExy1Xcs7V63vcQtSjMVgFQQsDBmIWAPk9TJf7r4iNCxBe/s1600/Babysweater_close.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlxmIJx68TEOr1HDBOfwxEu3e8U9qQjeShB4K8KCXsT52Z5gEmRnKPxszxllTBUDIh9ERh9b4UOE6mMrMacTgooZExy1Xcs7V63vcQtSjMVgFQQsDBmIWAPk9TJf7r4iNCxBe/s320/Babysweater_close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646262259060162" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSvC-czfWF0hLSreunGUWN0C6KQvxdJRG4qgLoJTeuP83hbtMrXh6eeVgyOezUkCjshM7cj2_5Fp0_j5obosxmaCl2JYSK3IKf0iDcuk41HCvNGOLUMyx0ENMCe3bMq68VEBb/s1600/Babysweater.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSvC-czfWF0hLSreunGUWN0C6KQvxdJRG4qgLoJTeuP83hbtMrXh6eeVgyOezUkCjshM7cj2_5Fp0_j5obosxmaCl2JYSK3IKf0iDcuk41HCvNGOLUMyx0ENMCe3bMq68VEBb/s320/Babysweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646261561145090" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9xTwT51RM2V34RCPeoPuMQthauyPWC9rvDKS2GVtnqY7iSE750T8xkE87H7HMnFN22Lfgq2mm5bPNavC_GobkmmOgHH9-0lKiClgb6PiwfcbZylMqcKd2n-jdVWZi-eQ384i/s1600/Babyhat.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9xTwT51RM2V34RCPeoPuMQthauyPWC9rvDKS2GVtnqY7iSE750T8xkE87H7HMnFN22Lfgq2mm5bPNavC_GobkmmOgHH9-0lKiClgb6PiwfcbZylMqcKd2n-jdVWZi-eQ384i/s320/Babyhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646262029809346" border="0" /></a><br />A baby sweater and hat for a friend.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-35955303326628821492012-01-16T15:48:00.002-05:002012-01-16T15:53:09.499-05:00Car interior improvements<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9BXq6W65yREk7RQ-2sKFBEokL6W57TQkGH19u2I8KmtzHGKCJX6M6W4XdzdbC4R9JZicB7cMta765ltyYGRVplXIAqDJfWU8kk-We1aImDzSXR9NjU62obDyJbkRjRKUxo3a/s1600/Headrests.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9BXq6W65yREk7RQ-2sKFBEokL6W57TQkGH19u2I8KmtzHGKCJX6M6W4XdzdbC4R9JZicB7cMta765ltyYGRVplXIAqDJfWU8kk-We1aImDzSXR9NjU62obDyJbkRjRKUxo3a/s320/Headrests.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698335690639298978" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwBD8jPIa158ytdU0_VbPd7PN-o30MdkCenJUJ-Cx4Wr5YrmkbMTTGC4XoDP1svFfdvXtBKry_tMblyRa_ivnWuhvo6O3rjxmRBMlYH7lJzADfab1rO6AIoE0aOSclpiZB9u1/s1600/BackHeadrestCovers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwBD8jPIa158ytdU0_VbPd7PN-o30MdkCenJUJ-Cx4Wr5YrmkbMTTGC4XoDP1svFfdvXtBKry_tMblyRa_ivnWuhvo6O3rjxmRBMlYH7lJzADfab1rO6AIoE0aOSclpiZB9u1/s320/BackHeadrestCovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698335690891066434" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-sZnRdmlYDHaHg-9bN3N09gK7s0pkdan3xZyJ0m8b6m2cychyphenhypheneMwYmQy1ipIM6FDrFABJ1sWu6IRl7AMHukZ0cHCZFy-WjTMfVc8kGSHiNFbjomKRfV3zovWlyNSdj1aDB0n/s1600/Backseat.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-sZnRdmlYDHaHg-9bN3N09gK7s0pkdan3xZyJ0m8b6m2cychyphenhypheneMwYmQy1ipIM6FDrFABJ1sWu6IRl7AMHukZ0cHCZFy-WjTMfVc8kGSHiNFbjomKRfV3zovWlyNSdj1aDB0n/s320/Backseat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698335680419071314" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi015tEVZAZTPowrUEGDm1PhcngRNNyg9mBkGTFKcDaE8ee-eRKcUs0S5cUJl6En0VCzyA0DFhBrDDk3mWwPobI6_SXx8DZjGBD6xPYEq4bKuGGXuHSmHpJI9H-24-4MuzURNyI/s1600/Dashboard.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi015tEVZAZTPowrUEGDm1PhcngRNNyg9mBkGTFKcDaE8ee-eRKcUs0S5cUJl6En0VCzyA0DFhBrDDk3mWwPobI6_SXx8DZjGBD6xPYEq4bKuGGXuHSmHpJI9H-24-4MuzURNyI/s320/Dashboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698335677592587490" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP18o9loq7BE2qSxJ7pDIR3ekUhDvEqQJvHy4OzdzEG6jsO1JXgexLpZClTG9nFf2I26c-CwbiOZIaRKc_zM1kzof7uvlXpPdLbdZCxV7kcvc0Fvga3osXst94OO-Azq9vpvGe/s1600/ShiftCover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP18o9loq7BE2qSxJ7pDIR3ekUhDvEqQJvHy4OzdzEG6jsO1JXgexLpZClTG9nFf2I26c-CwbiOZIaRKc_zM1kzof7uvlXpPdLbdZCxV7kcvc0Fvga3osXst94OO-Azq9vpvGe/s320/ShiftCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698335694250983154" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I guess it's a matter of opinion whether it's an improvement.... I am so bored of my car, so I decided to make the inside more pleasant. I bought a new stereo, and crocheted covers (headrests, gear shift) along with putting up some of those cool ball trim (like in the 1970's).Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-51224790074023890542011-11-24T09:46:00.002-05:002011-11-24T09:52:40.444-05:00Especially Thankful Today!Thanksgiving is usually just a day I look forward to because of all the good food. I never really pay much attention to the meaning behind it. But this year, I am acutely aware of it. I am so unbelievably grateful for the way my life has turned out. I am with my soul mate, I have a good job, lots of new family (thanks to my boyfriend being one of 9 children and having 17 nieces and nephews!) - we live in a beautiful house in a great neighborhood.... I could go on and on. <br /><br />Five years ago, I never thought my life would have worked out so well. I am so grateful. But also worried that it will all be taken away. But that is just my usual "worrywart" mentality and that is for another post :-)Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-58225068535071251242011-10-18T15:47:00.002-04:002011-10-18T15:57:50.454-04:00True LoveTrue love is...<div>Never getting tired of gazing into their eyes</div><div>Missing them while they are away</div><div>Feeling their pain and wishing it was your own to spare them</div><div>Caring for them while they are sick, not caring if you get sick yourself</div><div>Laughing together and being silly</div><div>When the touch of their hand gives you a warm secure feeling</div><div>When you can't get close enough to them! -</div><div>knowing what it truly feels like to want to be one with someone.</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-75021237725265920112011-09-22T17:09:00.003-04:002011-09-22T17:17:43.467-04:00There but for the grace...That old saying "There but for the grace of God go I"... I was thinking of that today when I was driving home from work. I drive through a poor neighborhood, and feel so sorry for the bedraggled people I see out walking on the street, and the neighborhood sidewalks are cracked, houses are in poor condition, etc. etc.<div><br /></div><div>But rather than "the grace of God", I was thinking "There but for the grace of having been lucky enough to be born in a good family that could afford to take care of me, and supported me, and was always there for me, go I" </div><div><br /></div><div>What happened to the man that I saw today, walking along in mismatched dirty clothes, with dirty stringy hair? What happened to the woman I saw leaning into a car talking to the driver (in a rather suggestive outfit)? Did they not have supportive parents? Were their parents too poor to support them, to raise them to have self-esteem and have the financial backing to be able to send them to college? or at least to be able to give them a little bit of money to go to school?</div><div><br /></div><div>Or did they all just make bad decisions, get hooked on drugs, etc. to end up where they are today? How are they going to be able to get out of their situations? Do they even want to?</div><div><br /></div><div>It just bothers me so much. I know I am grateful for my life's circumstances, but I also think why was I so lucky and they weren't?</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-90364762096165961942011-08-10T11:45:00.003-04:002011-08-10T14:47:06.031-04:00Too late to have kids?Today I was looking at my college friend's pictures of her young children. They are adorable and look just like her and her husband. In the comments section, someone asked if they would have more, and the husband said "no, no more we are too old now!".
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<br />They are only 41 and 40 years old.
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<br />I had never thought much about having kids during my life. I figured it would just happen when it happened. But the problem is, it never did. Now, at almost 45, I am with the person of my dreams... he is my soulmate. I never believed in that concept, until I met him. He is like a mirror of myself, my true other half. The person that has been missing all my life. And I finally found him.
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<br />Which all sounds great, and it is. However, the kids "just happening" is no longer an option. Even if I were to have one, there is a huge, and I mean HUGE chance it would have birth defects, mental defects, etc. And there is a huge chance that my eggs are no longer viable anyway. And 45 IS too old to have kids. Being 50 years old with an energetic 5 year old child makes me tired just thinking about it.
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<br />My heart hurts about this whole thing. Really hurts. Sometimes I can't even TRY to think about it, because it is so upsetting.
<br />Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-26553641740975449142011-07-18T12:09:00.001-04:002011-07-18T12:19:19.247-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdIC7PRMF2e2NwXU7OM3GoqhrUKt7MuSuRA1XlUDSxDB40et-aa2e-JRfRTkCiDxLioG5V_sz3YKC9LqQDxn6GRHqxmsfjFhKrgL3UghNbEH_bqTZBWarrkKOiZPSk4ciL3ml/s1600/PineappleSong.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdIC7PRMF2e2NwXU7OM3GoqhrUKt7MuSuRA1XlUDSxDB40et-aa2e-JRfRTkCiDxLioG5V_sz3YKC9LqQDxn6GRHqxmsfjFhKrgL3UghNbEH_bqTZBWarrkKOiZPSk4ciL3ml/s320/PineappleSong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630727438745295106" border="0" /></a><br />From Absolutely Gorgeous Doilies, by Patricia Kristoffersen.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-89146725094428643582011-02-10T12:56:00.003-05:002011-02-10T13:05:32.248-05:00Pineapples and Webs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoTIlzie0OaF-oIfBff1JPj4rivm3ZmCnjwJzrgZ7D6GKWh4MmgyB9Pms9v6j_1OsFd8kgLe_yAIPe94v6mLfCMb91_QNoaZi9-ZbMnvv80Eg310wbfgDXqqr8cbQibAYseaQ/s1600/MyDoily.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoTIlzie0OaF-oIfBff1JPj4rivm3ZmCnjwJzrgZ7D6GKWh4MmgyB9Pms9v6j_1OsFd8kgLe_yAIPe94v6mLfCMb91_QNoaZi9-ZbMnvv80Eg310wbfgDXqqr8cbQibAYseaQ/s320/MyDoily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572121988904768866" border="0" /></a><br />I have made two of these, I love them! From Pineapple Parade, by Yalanda Wiese.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-81800643631480346182011-01-24T08:44:00.002-05:002011-01-24T08:45:12.095-05:00Crochet Carnations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYomoin6-Uq2dlri_Xx8GNl8ClmnEFxBD8aM2HjynClNglZDsEoN3XWeXTLR2wc-Ui05rqigdUDIVWM6CC4iEyFac6AjY_JF7RYaw674_f36dIXAxprd_vlKCKnek0eOTeLJHH/s1600/Carnations3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYomoin6-Uq2dlri_Xx8GNl8ClmnEFxBD8aM2HjynClNglZDsEoN3XWeXTLR2wc-Ui05rqigdUDIVWM6CC4iEyFac6AjY_JF7RYaw674_f36dIXAxprd_vlKCKnek0eOTeLJHH/s320/Carnations3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565748073351832562" border="0" /></a><br />Pattern from Maggie's Crochet.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-22514842562776561122011-01-06T11:03:00.002-05:002011-01-06T11:08:06.840-05:00Snowflake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k2kq7Dr0Yf4Iq7xb8ISXE1UttIglsASMY896ehQs4O8DF1yDYziS0yyIq-zVIcB4UOQ1bPs3qqPiFwiYbflKYRds2Y3nAKCHIzWk-8UJ3rc2Gvg1fMiTEtxzwA1721s2XEFR/s1600/giant+snowflakesmall.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k2kq7Dr0Yf4Iq7xb8ISXE1UttIglsASMY896ehQs4O8DF1yDYziS0yyIq-zVIcB4UOQ1bPs3qqPiFwiYbflKYRds2Y3nAKCHIzWk-8UJ3rc2Gvg1fMiTEtxzwA1721s2XEFR/s320/giant+snowflakesmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559105346115672194" border="0" /></a><br />Made with larger size yarn than the pattern called for (pattern by <a href="http://snowcatcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/snowflake-monday_10.html">Snowcatcher</a>). Snowcatcher makes AWESOME snowflakes.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628393.post-54223314603748406362010-11-08T14:16:00.003-05:002010-11-08T14:18:29.331-05:00Groovy wall art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2-0NikS8fOAs_CYlcQ6hkryyAxxY0_UXUSb62-WixEg4zviWzVQqvDsD4Uj6RKLeLvbAtAA8PAfq42rC5Qw4zgAMlfK_Qi3svgedCF7VAlc03RJyU3iU0nHVjIadpMZZlsM9/s1600/groovy_wall_art_2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537260388512168450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2-0NikS8fOAs_CYlcQ6hkryyAxxY0_UXUSb62-WixEg4zviWzVQqvDsD4Uj6RKLeLvbAtAA8PAfq42rC5Qw4zgAMlfK_Qi3svgedCF7VAlc03RJyU3iU0nHVjIadpMZZlsM9/s320/groovy_wall_art_2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWL1jhN7dpR4W0lBhOsIFhBitITWwcmTDlpRjIU6OVsN71IqzBszLnbv8Qv9WdRkCnxxbG1E1WzHsXePsmCfEdjKpmwpM25z4ETJshBN6yK0BNjbmEpoASbEmT286KxjQI_rj/s1600/groovy_wall_art.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537260307265735410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWL1jhN7dpR4W0lBhOsIFhBitITWwcmTDlpRjIU6OVsN71IqzBszLnbv8Qv9WdRkCnxxbG1E1WzHsXePsmCfEdjKpmwpM25z4ETJshBN6yK0BNjbmEpoASbEmT286KxjQI_rj/s320/groovy_wall_art.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>I made this to hang above my bed. I don't have a headboard, so wanted something cozy and fun. The pattern is Krochet Krystal's, a charity blog that gives out the pattern if you donate a few squares to make charity blankets.</div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03219177700661512286noreply@blogger.com0