<?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-7092040096937610844</id><updated>2012-02-11T01:08:29.428-05:00</updated><category term='ways today/life might not suck'/><category term='ways I don&apos;t suck'/><category term='art'/><category term='snow'/><category term='photography'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='family'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='vintage'/><title type='text'>DREAMS ARE FREE, SO FREE YOUR DREAMS</title><subtitle type='html'>I have way too many projects going at once, I work from home, I don't think anyone but me reads this blog, and I drink too much.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5835717861565440694</id><published>2010-02-15T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:39:46.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/S3oTbUlTMTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kaHTms22sMY/s1600-h/pretty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/S3oTbUlTMTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kaHTms22sMY/s400/pretty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438680860105847090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/S3oTa6U36-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1dkrf0fc2rA/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/S3oTa6U36-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1dkrf0fc2rA/s400/122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438680853057629154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/S3oTao4bNfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_m_emYPdO8Y/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/S3oTao4bNfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_m_emYPdO8Y/s400/117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438680848374904306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5835717861565440694?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5835717861565440694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5835717861565440694' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5835717861565440694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5835717861565440694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/S3oTbUlTMTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kaHTms22sMY/s72-c/pretty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-267903991817225850</id><published>2010-01-17T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:27:47.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>four months</title><content type='html'>without posting. Wow! lol.  Still here still slugging away. &lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote today in my scrapbook stuff: Laugh as much as you breathe, and love as long as you live.&lt;br /&gt;My word of the year is Cosmic. Don't ask me why, it just came to me. I don't even know how I'd define it except somethign bright, brillant and moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-267903991817225850?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/267903991817225850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=267903991817225850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/267903991817225850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/267903991817225850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-months.html' title='four months'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3870875923325038634</id><published>2009-09-21T14:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:04:44.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's very humid here in Indiana. very unusal for this time of year, and very gross. I'm still here. Still facing the same daily struggels as I have been. if anything they've gotten worse which totally sucks. I've been very blue. and it's worse because my husband has been very sick. He was out all last week and didn't work. He went back to work today but is still really sick. So sick of worrying about everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3870875923325038634?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3870875923325038634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3870875923325038634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3870875923325038634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3870875923325038634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6499741556629575071</id><published>2009-09-08T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:58:08.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fall</title><content type='html'>I love fall it's nice and cool here in Indiana, and the leaves are just beginning to get ready to change. makes for great sleeping weather, too. I'm ready for a snow-in, where we just can't get out to go anywhere because of bad weather. love that kind of stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6499741556629575071?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6499741556629575071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6499741556629575071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6499741556629575071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6499741556629575071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall.html' title='fall'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2510011703302380864</id><published>2009-08-30T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:23:32.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>My test post was to see how the badge I was making looked. I like it! and Amanda likes it too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2510011703302380864?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2510011703302380864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2510011703302380864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2510011703302380864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2510011703302380864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/test_30.html' title='test'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-4859169415460436783</id><published>2009-08-26T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:14:21.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpWzt6QgHFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0G4PQmpDOLY/s1600-h/anotherad2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpWzt6QgHFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0G4PQmpDOLY/s400/anotherad2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374399331650509906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-4859169415460436783?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4859169415460436783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=4859169415460436783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4859169415460436783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4859169415460436783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/test_2869.html' title='test'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpWzt6QgHFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0G4PQmpDOLY/s72-c/anotherad2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6038176639218858046</id><published>2009-08-25T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:52:24.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpSHEAZIJpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uJOxVr4bpX8/s1600-h/give+good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpSHEAZIJpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uJOxVr4bpX8/s400/give+good.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374068758254462610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpSHEyNmDQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MBfetT1DzOs/s1600-h/lovemylife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpSHEyNmDQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MBfetT1DzOs/s400/lovemylife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374068771627863298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I say the bottom one enough times I'll believe it? LOL .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6038176639218858046?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6038176639218858046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6038176639218858046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6038176639218858046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6038176639218858046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmhhhh.html' title='mmhhhh'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpSHEAZIJpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uJOxVr4bpX8/s72-c/give+good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5627150044487119752</id><published>2009-08-22T17:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:49:58.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for all the whining I do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpBmABAceZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/I3jO4oFzcfk/s1600-h/lifeback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpBmABAceZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/I3jO4oFzcfk/s400/lifeback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372906505909336466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpBlE34MfQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3fSD-G5B_mM/s1600-h/optional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpBlE34MfQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3fSD-G5B_mM/s400/optional.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372905489846533378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpBlEgrlmsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JB5CFTinwso/s1600-h/middleschoolbuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpBlEgrlmsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JB5CFTinwso/s400/middleschoolbuns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372905483619637954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the whining I do you'd think I was really bad off. I'm not in an abusive relationship, my husband in fact adores me. I have a job, we own our home (well in 8 years we will, lol!) heck we even own land in KY. My husband has a job, we're relatively healthy. we have until Obama messes it up, decent health insurance. &lt;br /&gt;I'm at the end of my first round of Abilify and I don't think I'm going to keep taking it. the mood swings and just the overall feeling after that first really good week just aren't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a new yoga studip in town and I think I'll at least check out a few classes.&lt;br /&gt;The third picture above is an embroidery project by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21998349@N03/3721789308/in/set-72157614634057129/"&gt;Stephanie Tillman.&lt;/a&gt; How funny. it says "no she is not wearing two scrunchies!" it's called middle school bunnies. perfect title!  All her projects are so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz asked what brand of eyelashes I used in my last picture.They're Andrea/modlash starter kit. The glue came in it and they were about $7 at Walgreens. Can't be that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5627150044487119752?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5627150044487119752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5627150044487119752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5627150044487119752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5627150044487119752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-all-whining-i-do.html' title='for all the whining I do!'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SpBmABAceZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/I3jO4oFzcfk/s72-c/lifeback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-189200264791190437</id><published>2009-08-15T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:18:35.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SodQMFCiYlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Cz_Wr9zYNrY/s1600-h/P8150754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SodQMFCiYlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Cz_Wr9zYNrY/s400/P8150754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370349249104077394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SodQLunUasI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2o8v80ckKrM/s1600-h/P8150753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SodQLunUasI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2o8v80ckKrM/s400/P8150753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370349243084335810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake eyelashes. what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-189200264791190437?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/189200264791190437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=189200264791190437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/189200264791190437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/189200264791190437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/snowflakes-that-stay-on-my-nose-and.html' title='snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SodQMFCiYlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Cz_Wr9zYNrY/s72-c/P8150754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1050159436488449559</id><published>2009-08-13T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:52:00.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time to update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SoSlzhJRESI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7igva7Zw6tc/s1600-h/reflectionsofme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SoSlzhJRESI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7igva7Zw6tc/s400/reflectionsofme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369598960221622562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SoSly5gblOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g-ZcVdOiO5s/s1600-h/Jennifers_wedding_bandtpics+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SoSly5gblOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g-ZcVdOiO5s/s400/Jennifers_wedding_bandtpics+240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369598949581362402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple of pictures of yours truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1050159436488449559?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1050159436488449559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1050159436488449559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1050159436488449559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1050159436488449559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-update.html' title='time to update'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SoSlzhJRESI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7igva7Zw6tc/s72-c/reflectionsofme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7654381481062582018</id><published>2009-08-10T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:25:16.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday monday</title><content type='html'>kind of feeling like siggghhhh again.  Meds were working great, but kind  of feel rollercoaster ish now.  My brain and bod keep saying "excersise is whatcha need" but my heart says "it's too hot". lol. anyway, just hanging in there, hope you all are as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7654381481062582018?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7654381481062582018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7654381481062582018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7654381481062582018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7654381481062582018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-monday.html' title='Monday monday'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-74503747634892713</id><published>2009-08-09T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:24:13.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh heyyy</title><content type='html'>Heyyyyy. Been busy with my &lt;a href="http://werallbeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;OTHER blog&lt;/a&gt;  be sure to check it out! I drew my first winner and posted a new contest.  Go forth and enter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change the banner picture because I'm so hot, and I love winter and snow!  I think I'm in the minority but that's ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-74503747634892713?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/74503747634892713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=74503747634892713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/74503747634892713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/74503747634892713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-heyyy.html' title='oh heyyy'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1344377459648414378</id><published>2009-08-07T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:02:12.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.realwomenscrap.com/scrapbook_lessons/2009/08/day-4-willpower-is-not-enough.html#more"&gt;Tasra and the gang&lt;/a&gt; are on day 4 of 30 days to live challenge.  I may be a day behind, not sure. But that's ok with me , since Tasra's got all this on her  blog, I can catch if I need to. &lt;br /&gt;My ongoing challenge and confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm afraid I'm not good enough to succeed in Mary Kay Cosmetics. Or have a peaceful life.  By peaceful, I mean being able to sleep well knowing my future is finacially secure. That's my big worry, that in 10 years my husband will be almost 60 and I'm afraid he won't physically be able to work. That leaves us so little time to save. He's healthy now pretty much, but he's a heavy smoker, high cholestorol, overweight a big. But in these uncertain times of living paycheck to paycheck....&lt;br /&gt;I was brought up in a large Catholic family, I didn't get the attention I wanted and needed. my folks did the best they could and I won't fault them. we have a good relationship but I still carry that guilt and feeling of "am I worthy" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1344377459648414378?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1344377459648414378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1344377459648414378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1344377459648414378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1344377459648414378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/30-days.html' title='30 days'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7742169159081395747</id><published>2009-08-04T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:30:36.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2 of 30 days to no regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://realwomenscrap.typepad.com/scrapbook_lessons/"&gt;Tasra's makin' us think again&lt;/a&gt;! lol &lt;br /&gt;1- If you were certain your life would end in 30 days, what would be your biggest regret? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would regret not trying harder at things...stuff. because I'm better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 What area of your life are you suffering from Someday Syndrome? (SS=one day, when, if only)  oh definitely my Mary Kay life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What metaphor would describe your life if you were fully awake and engaged? &lt;br /&gt;No stopping me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Find a symbol to represent your metaphor and post it somewhere to remind you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the stop sign with a big black line through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7742169159081395747?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7742169159081395747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7742169159081395747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7742169159081395747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7742169159081395747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-of-30-days-to-no-regrets.html' title='day 2 of 30 days to no regrets'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5583019101943564709</id><published>2009-08-03T05:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:40:16.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping</title><content type='html'>It's 530 am and I can't sleep.  I took one over the counter sleeping pill at 830 last night, slept good until 230. Been up since then. I'm supposed to work all day, but my head is killing me. I thought I was hunger so I ate something but now I feel worse. Sighhh!  Oh well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out&lt;a href="http://werallbeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;   It's my new blog!! please leave a comment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5583019101943564709?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5583019101943564709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5583019101943564709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5583019101943564709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5583019101943564709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleeping.html' title='sleeping'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2718879624396532160</id><published>2009-08-01T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:58:03.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel it's only fair...</title><content type='html'>To post something good. Something really good. I'm feeling GOOD!!!! I went to the dr and explained I was just overly anxious, to the point of it not being normal. And sad. We discussed options (I love my dr, please don't screw it up Obama) and agreed to try Abilify. And so far after a week, so good!  I just feel better than  I have in months. Thank goodness. Here's hoping it'll last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2718879624396532160?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2718879624396532160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2718879624396532160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2718879624396532160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2718879624396532160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-its-only-fair.html' title='I feel it&apos;s only fair...'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7459814588114213934</id><published>2009-07-09T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:35:23.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not surprised</title><content type='html'>I'm not surprised that after a not horrible day yesterday, today would start out shitty. sometimes, I know i'm not cut out for my job.  "not lady, we didn't steal your @ sign on your keyboard."  "no dude, I don't know where you live"&lt;br /&gt;trying to count my blessings while feeling like screaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7459814588114213934?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7459814588114213934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7459814588114213934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7459814588114213934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7459814588114213934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-surprised.html' title='not surprised'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-646347420630595363</id><published>2009-07-08T10:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:54:16.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just felt like blogging.</title><content type='html'>not feeling too bad today, which if you know me at all, is a very big deal. &lt;br /&gt;took 3 days off and came back feeling a little rested. 32 days straight without a day off is just a bad idea.  But had to do it. It's a cool overcast day, I love those kinds of days. &lt;br /&gt;Here's to keep pushing on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-646347420630595363?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/646347420630595363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=646347420630595363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/646347420630595363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/646347420630595363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-felt-like-blogging.html' title='just felt like blogging.'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2223768433467912513</id><published>2009-06-27T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:41:43.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blanket</title><content type='html'>Little one took one look at the janky, badly sewn, wonky at the edges blanket, started tugging on her ear, yawned and later we took a 2 hour nap with it! So it's a success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2223768433467912513?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2223768433467912513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2223768433467912513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2223768433467912513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2223768433467912513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/06/blanket_27.html' title='blanket'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1996531904671149199</id><published>2009-06-20T20:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:50:34.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DTbym4GI/AAAAAAAAASE/DIF1QOsjBoY/s1600-h/P5300456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DTbym4GI/AAAAAAAAASE/DIF1QOsjBoY/s400/P5300456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349576302286790754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DSwHLXYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xTif9t4qD9U/s1600-h/woobie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DSwHLXYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xTif9t4qD9U/s400/woobie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349576290561908098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DStXfOBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/pKN5xGJfK5A/s1600-h/P6200542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DStXfOBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/pKN5xGJfK5A/s400/P6200542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349576289825011730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DSakLsxI/AAAAAAAAARs/Kydb8UhmiVs/s1600-h/blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DSakLsxI/AAAAAAAAARs/Kydb8UhmiVs/s400/blanket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349576284777984786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's got major issues but that's only because this was made for Madison with so much it's oozing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That top picture is just because it's so honkin' cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1996531904671149199?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1996531904671149199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1996531904671149199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1996531904671149199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1996531904671149199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/06/blanket.html' title='blanket'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sj2DTbym4GI/AAAAAAAAASE/DIF1QOsjBoY/s72-c/P5300456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-8163415861519773705</id><published>2009-06-14T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:26:47.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can't stop watching/listeing to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoLc43YuuTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoLc43YuuTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a great movie. so so so good. I can't recommend it enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-8163415861519773705?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8163415861519773705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=8163415861519773705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8163415861519773705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8163415861519773705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-stop-watchinglisteing-to-this.html' title='can&apos;t stop watching/listeing to this'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3711344585414159453</id><published>2009-06-13T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:15:30.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP6aDcrzTI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZYMK14FK98M/s1600-h/P6120516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP6aDcrzTI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZYMK14FK98M/s400/P6120516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346892508128070962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP6aYLOBaI/AAAAAAAAARk/s8uyY8ZVaAg/s1600-h/P6120519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP6aYLOBaI/AAAAAAAAARk/s8uyY8ZVaAg/s400/P6120519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346892513691960738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP5jSr2FTI/AAAAAAAAARE/6nHk7lKNO8I/s1600-h/P6120507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP5jSr2FTI/AAAAAAAAARE/6nHk7lKNO8I/s400/P6120507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346891567325386034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP5kPFg7VI/AAAAAAAAARU/xVxdNA3q3cU/s1600-h/P6120522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP5kPFg7VI/AAAAAAAAARU/xVxdNA3q3cU/s400/P6120522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346891583539178834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP5jqGNXMI/AAAAAAAAARM/FztUZXg6tK4/s1600-h/P6120514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP5jqGNXMI/AAAAAAAAARM/FztUZXg6tK4/s400/P6120514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346891573609979074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP4XgMHMgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZqksmkoFPW8/s1600-h/P6120503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP4XgMHMgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZqksmkoFPW8/s400/P6120503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346890265280328194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3711344585414159453?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3711344585414159453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3711344585414159453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3711344585414159453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3711344585414159453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SjP6aDcrzTI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZYMK14FK98M/s72-c/P6120516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-8518160190003346695</id><published>2009-05-27T11:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:12:41.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to stop fighting</title><content type='html'>I finally realized it's time to quit fighting. I'm nothing special, I'll never be anything that I'd dreamt I'd be.  Life is now about just getting by, not thriving. My ultimate fear has come true.  I think it's time, though, to just accept that. Stop struggling and fighting and trying to make things better and glittery and happy.  There's no degree I could get, no job I could have, no new hobby to take up that would make me happy.  Not even losing weight.  Yes I have moments of laughter and happiness. But they fade, really fast.  then it's the same thing. I'll probably stop this blog now because I've realized there is no 365 days to change. there's not going to be some big change or switch into a life I want.  I've racked my brains trying to figure out what makes me happy. Or what would make me happy. And I've come up blank.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I didn't try, and I don't regret what I've tried for one second. It's just not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who took the time to read and comment, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Maybe I should clarify or at least point out I so so so am lucky and thank God every night for my blessing. I'm more blessed than I deserve to be. BUT, when you shoot for the moon, and you miss the stars by millions and millions of miles, and land in dirt, sure it's better than some places but by no means is it the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-8518160190003346695?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8518160190003346695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=8518160190003346695' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8518160190003346695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8518160190003346695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-stop-fighting.html' title='I&apos;m going to stop fighting'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7255846262278257940</id><published>2009-05-25T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:55:30.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone is having/had a good Memorial Day weekend. We had a bonfire/cookout w/ the kids.  It was really fun. We slept until after 10am this morning.  Which was really nice.  &lt;br /&gt;We did a little shopping , a lot of eating and some more sleeping (was just so sleepy all day). Chris is watching some military type movies (kellys heros, dirty dozen). I'll post pics later.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7255846262278257940?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7255846262278257940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7255846262278257940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7255846262278257940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7255846262278257940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3697134130813974746</id><published>2009-05-21T20:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:03:22.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>post number 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShX4cG_F6pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qrVTrJssCy8/s1600-h/P5200268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShX4cG_F6pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qrVTrJssCy8/s400/P5200268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338446095112858258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShX4b0nMdgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qepMHa7Yad4/s1600-h/P5200273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShX4b0nMdgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qepMHa7Yad4/s400/P5200273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338446090180785666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShX4bvxdu2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZppNFX95ZUg/s1600-h/P5200270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShX4bvxdu2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZppNFX95ZUg/s400/P5200270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338446088881683298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 posts of what sometimes I feel like is whining drivel. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i spent the afternoon with Madison. she's so vocal and wordy at 2 years old! And so so active.  She wore herself and me out.  She literally plays until we tie her in her car seat and take her home. I was so sore this morning. But totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is playing in the yard. She loved just running and twirling! and who doesn't love a good run and twirl. and that's my husband in the other picture.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I'm just growing weeds in the second picture. But hopefully this weekend I'll put up a birdbath and some flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3697134130813974746?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3697134130813974746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3697134130813974746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3697134130813974746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3697134130813974746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-number-101.html' title='post number 101'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShX4cG_F6pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qrVTrJssCy8/s72-c/P5200268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5626651382254958221</id><published>2009-05-18T18:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:49:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShHl53CGwXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xD6oaD-h75k/s1600-h/iheartfaces3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShHl53CGwXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xD6oaD-h75k/s400/iheartfaces3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299815598834034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am submitting this photo into the www.iheartfaces.com Blurb Book photo contest. I am granting I ♥ Faces permission to use my photo in a printed version of a book for commercial use and possibly advertising of a photo book on both the Blurb and I ♥ Faces web sites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/smallbutton.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5626651382254958221?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5626651382254958221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5626651382254958221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5626651382254958221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5626651382254958221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-face.html' title='this face'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShHl53CGwXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xD6oaD-h75k/s72-c/iheartfaces3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-58306448476515448</id><published>2009-05-17T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:41:27.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>99th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShBoVzptfQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gDxPjN-NH7U/s1600-h/momanddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShBoVzptfQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gDxPjN-NH7U/s320/momanddad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880282285735170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, 99 posts.  It seems like more. &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about the tone of my blog. My mission when I started this blog, and I've had 2 or 3 before this one, was to chart my change. and I don't know that I've changed that much, just done some normal probably mid-life growing.  But the tone isn't always positive here. And I know the people who may stumble on my blog may think "hey, if I wanted to hear someone whine, I'd go some where else. I got enough problems of my own."  And that's fine, I totally get that because I feel the same way on some blogs. &lt;br /&gt;I debated about purposely making this blog more rah rah look on the bright side. And I do strongly believe what you think about you bring about. And I'm definitely going to start making sure I include positive things on my posts, on purpose. But I'm still changing and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. So there's probably going to be sadness and depression still because that's where I am in life. I feel like I'm about as close to knowing what I want to be when I grow up as a 25 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sunny weather&lt;br /&gt;~I worked 3 hours today&lt;br /&gt;~got a little yard work done&lt;br /&gt;~quick visit with my sister Mary Kay.  This picture is one she took of our parents. I think they look great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-58306448476515448?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/58306448476515448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=58306448476515448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/58306448476515448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/58306448476515448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/99th-post.html' title='99th post'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ShBoVzptfQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gDxPjN-NH7U/s72-c/momanddad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2976844957709136568</id><published>2009-05-14T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:16:23.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if I knew how to spell the sound of making a Bronx cheer, I'd title this post with it</title><content type='html'>ugh, yuck yuck yuck.  I keep whining I need a vacation i need a vacation but it's not in the budget. But I swear I'm going nuts.   family member w/ major marital issue. married too young. this person will be staying here w/ us which for some reason is causing me major anxiety. I don't know why. I think becuase it's just been me and Chris for so long, we could yell and carry on or whatever without consideration for the other person. anyway.... blick blick yuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2976844957709136568?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2976844957709136568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2976844957709136568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2976844957709136568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2976844957709136568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-i-knew-how-to-spell-sound-of-making.html' title='if I knew how to spell the sound of making a Bronx cheer, I&apos;d title this post with it'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-24835278194538243</id><published>2009-05-13T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:42:19.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. blah blah. It's been raining all day and Chris didn't get to work today, and tomorrow is out too, unless there's a miracle.  I'm sooo sick of worrying about money. It just sucks. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a cool thing on Dave Ramsey on tv Mothers Day. It was 'momprenuers' who called in about what they were doing to make money. Some were tutoring in Chemistry (so you know they're uber smart and probably don'treally need the money).   one said she made $4000 last month selling bottle cap hair bows. Can you imagine?? she sells a lot on eBay she said.  &lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking about my etsy shop &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5225144&amp;ga_search_query=craftylisa&amp;ga_search_type=seller_usernames"&gt;CLICK HERE PLEASE AND SO NO TO THE RECESSION &lt;/a&gt;. I added a few prints, just to see what if anything would happen. I really think these are priced too low. But I don't want to change the prices now. Anyway, the only problem with Etsy is there's TOO much on there. So much talent, it's nearly impossible to get noticed, kwim? &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;For anyone who comments between now and Sunday night I'll draw a name for a free print of there choice from my shop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-24835278194538243?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/24835278194538243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=24835278194538243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/24835278194538243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/24835278194538243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2718739704044119293</id><published>2009-05-08T18:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:11:51.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought this was 365 days to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SgStmAczfQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rOt-MQemjc8/s1600-h/Jennifers_wedding_bandtpics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SgStmAczfQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rOt-MQemjc8/s320/Jennifers_wedding_bandtpics+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333578727180958978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more 365 YEARS to change. but you know what? it is O K!  capital O capital K, ok. in my time, in Gods time. I don't like regret. I prefer to spin it into learning. I don't want to regret mistakes, or be embarrassed by things I might think now are dumb. I want to learn from all that, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is my sisters, all 7 of them, in 2007. Left to right, Brenda, Mary Kay, Charlotte, Sandra, Elizabeth, Melinda and Bonnie.  My dad proudly says he let my mom name us all!&lt;br /&gt;had things gone as I would have wanted I would have been wicked pregnant at that time. But it was not to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2718739704044119293?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2718739704044119293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2718739704044119293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2718739704044119293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2718739704044119293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought-this-was-365-days-to-change.html' title='i thought this was 365 days to change'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SgStmAczfQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rOt-MQemjc8/s72-c/Jennifers_wedding_bandtpics+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7635406182334822821</id><published>2009-05-05T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:57:10.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SgDuVPXrOEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tgwhVJ_gPVw/s1600-h/christmas_tricycle+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SgDuVPXrOEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tgwhVJ_gPVw/s320/christmas_tricycle+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332524007477164098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7635406182334822821?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7635406182334822821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7635406182334822821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7635406182334822821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7635406182334822821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-faces.html' title='I heart faces'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SgDuVPXrOEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tgwhVJ_gPVw/s72-c/christmas_tricycle+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5778584850963098608</id><published>2009-05-04T18:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:59:49.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>promises promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf9zNBnHk7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/HXtjRFXfPDQ/s1600-h/P5040060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf9zNBnHk7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/HXtjRFXfPDQ/s320/P5040060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332107151437960114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf9zM1T84tI/AAAAAAAAAPA/A9vg79fntIc/s1600-h/P5040059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf9zM1T84tI/AAAAAAAAAPA/A9vg79fntIc/s320/P5040059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332107148136342226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf9zMpNzQJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ylubsUjPMYU/s1600-h/P5040057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf9zMpNzQJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ylubsUjPMYU/s320/P5040057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332107144889319570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of feeble yet beautiful iris by our skanky pool.  Our new/old dog Molly. A friend asked us to take her. she's so precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5778584850963098608?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5778584850963098608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5778584850963098608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5778584850963098608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5778584850963098608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/promises-promises.html' title='promises promises'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf9zNBnHk7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/HXtjRFXfPDQ/s72-c/P5040060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1916901272910559646</id><published>2009-05-02T10:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:15:25.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways today/life might not suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>big underwear weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf4yhV89qNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/S5fKbW9toC0/s1600-h/P4300044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf4yhV89qNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/S5fKbW9toC0/s320/P4300044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331754557263161554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfxpcBj7zmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i4_acJfYvAs/s1600-h/P4300047_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfxpcBj7zmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i4_acJfYvAs/s320/P4300047_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331251989076233826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfxpcDqXLqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UBLz9IFbq2U/s1600-h/P4300046_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfxpcDqXLqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UBLz9IFbq2U/s320/P4300046_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331251989640064674" /&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;Yesterday , my birthday !, I decided this weekend was going to be a big comfy underwear weekend! Granny Panties as Chris calls them! lol. It's all about cocktails and relaxing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my family except my husband Chris knows my blog address. If they do, I dont' know about it. But I still want to give a shout out to my sisters Bonnie, Charlotte, Mary Kay , Sandra and Melinda who're walking in the INdy 500 mini marathon today. (I didn't have the money to sign up). This started with my sister Elizabeth running it about 2 years ago, then she walked it with Sandra last year. Maybe next year all of us sisters (all 8 of us) can walk/run it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from the loft in our barn.  I thought it was a kickin' idea to go up there and take some pictures. But Sparky was with me and he got a little spooked up there. I was petrified he'd jump down (probably 10 feet + to the ground) so I had to make it quick. The stairs are real stairs. My husband drives a concrete truck and he's at new home contstruction a lot (or he was back in the day before dumb ass Obama-nomics was born). They were going to throw out this staircase because it didn't fit or it was the wrong one or something. Enter hubs! it was a perfect fit to get to the loft easier then climbing this ladder thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1916901272910559646?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1916901272910559646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1916901272910559646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1916901272910559646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1916901272910559646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-underwear-weekend.html' title='big underwear weekend'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sf4yhV89qNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/S5fKbW9toC0/s72-c/P4300044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7393652643814548917</id><published>2009-04-29T20:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:29:11.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwmcQzlBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0wo3_KcUgiw/s1600-h/First+pics+04292009_27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwmcQzlBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0wo3_KcUgiw/s320/First+pics+04292009_27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274702205359122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me a NICE camera, the camera I wouldn't have dreamed of, for my birthday which isn't until the first. But I wanted to share some pics I took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwSZUOf9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/d-g8ohCJll8/s1600-h/First+pics+sharpness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwSZUOf9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/d-g8ohCJll8/s320/First+pics+sharpness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274357817016274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwSP7kuoI/AAAAAAAAANs/KsNKJ8O95wg/s1600-h/First+pics+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwSP7kuoI/AAAAAAAAANs/KsNKJ8O95wg/s320/First+pics+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274355297696386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwR96YdKI/AAAAAAAAANk/q7TQbgALR4Y/s1600-h/First+pics+barn+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwR96YdKI/AAAAAAAAANk/q7TQbgALR4Y/s320/First+pics+barn+sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274350460859554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a blast with it. I'm very new to SLR of course you can see. I can't wait to get some sunny weather to take more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7393652643814548917?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7393652643814548917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7393652643814548917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7393652643814548917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7393652643814548917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-husband.html' title='my husband'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SfjwmcQzlBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0wo3_KcUgiw/s72-c/First+pics+04292009_27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1739402634383468593</id><published>2009-04-25T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:30:47.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.billycurrington.com/"&gt;This song cracks me up.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an 13+ list of to do items. I got the first 2 done. I'm doing them in order as I hate the chore, lol.  Having a hog roast tomorrow for my nephew. He's gotten his permanent orders to go to Virgina Beach, VA for his Air force assignment.  Send up prayers for strength for him and his gorgeous wife and baby; and also for his dad (my bro Bobby) and my SIL Debbie. They've always had their family close and this is hard for them. Of course they're proud but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1739402634383468593?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1739402634383468593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1739402634383468593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1739402634383468593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1739402634383468593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-is-great-beer-is-good-and-people.html' title='God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5267181458360003459</id><published>2009-04-14T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:30:03.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>it was 2 years ago April 12 that I found out we miscarried. I was so naive. As I lay on the dr table getting the ultra sound and watching the screen, we could clearly see him. But so silent. I didn't know that's when I was supposed to hear the heartbeat, that sound of life.  The nurse had me go pee, and she tried again and still, I just laid there oblivious. She said I could get dressed and told us to go into another room for a bit and someone would come talk to us. And still I sat there with Chris just waiting. Not really knowing or realizing what was going on. Then a lovely woman came in and said she was so sorry but they didn't hear a heartbeat, and they should have. &lt;br /&gt;I just lost it. I remember feeling stupid. Like how could I have managed to get pregnant! of course not. My other blog, http://sneakylittlebugger.blogspot.com/, has more about what happened. Nothing unusual, just a miscarriage. Only it was life to us. &lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget pulling into the driveway after the D &amp; C and seeing a white dove or some kind of white bird, on our barn roof. I pointed it out to my husband and said "that's him. I think he's just making sure we made it home ok" I've never seen a dove out here and haven't since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5267181458360003459?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5267181458360003459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5267181458360003459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5267181458360003459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5267181458360003459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6794253113162136675</id><published>2009-04-11T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:10:23.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa sinuses, who's the boss here</title><content type='html'>evidently, they (the sinuses) are the boss. And they're raising hell. &lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with Madison Tuesday. She had a little stuffy nose (lil bit, as she sweetly says). And of course I got sick after she left. Must have been all the kisses I was stealing from here! lol. &lt;br /&gt;So I didn't work hardly at all this week which sux for my pay check but what can I say? I was/am sick.  Tomorrow's Easter and I'll probably spend it home sick instead of going to my parents. My husband has taken good care of me, stopping to get me junk food * and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of husbands, we celebrated our 15 year anniversary. He got me a bug:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SeEGSzSrAsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ylLUjdcUfjc/s1600-h/cricut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SeEGSzSrAsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ylLUjdcUfjc/s320/cricut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323543154604573378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted one of them for a while, and was bidding on one on ebay. Then I accidently bought it!  But I got a good deal and it's on its way. I dreamed they delivered it today, but no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my weight, omg, it's over 144! I'm only 5 feet. But it was weird, when I saw the scale I didn't get mad or scared. I just said ok it's time. time stop all the junk food, drinking, etc. And I didn't even feel stressed the way I normally due when I think about changing my eating habits. Today when Chris got me 'junk' food, it was a grilled chicken sandwich, and yes fries too. But that's probably all I'm likely to eat because of not being able to taste much. Yesterday I followed good sensible guidelines and ate good. And as soon as I'm not sick I'll start working out again. I know this weight will come off, I'm not even worried. I'm not obsessing over what I can't have or anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6794253113162136675?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6794253113162136675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6794253113162136675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6794253113162136675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6794253113162136675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa-sinuses-whos-boss-here.html' title='whoa sinuses, who&apos;s the boss here'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SeEGSzSrAsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ylLUjdcUfjc/s72-c/cricut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5394141850621793097</id><published>2009-04-05T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:53:15.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what's worked for you?</title><content type='html'>this has been a really good week, I'm so relieved to say! &lt;br /&gt;1-our tiny towns' pizza joint, Shrack Daddy's, is delivering again!! &lt;br /&gt;2-McRib is back (for now)&lt;br /&gt;3-my taxes are DONE. I was really stressing over it. In fact, my accountant stopped midsentence and said "are you ok? are you cold? or just nervous?" I said "nervous! I feel like I've been called to the principals office!" I hate taxes, I hate never knowing if we'll owe or not. Especially now that i work for myself. Luckily we're getting a refund, and my accounts are helping me get this set up better for next year.&lt;br /&gt;4-My husbands hours at work have picked up which is so great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth from Creative Breathing commented on my last entry asking if I suffer from depression. Most definitely. I've been on medication for it for almost 10 years. I don't mind the medication, although it leaves me with what I can only describe as a dead unfeeling feeling inside. Sluggish I guess. But it's what I have to do, at least for now. I'm not strong enough to pull myself up by my bootstraps right now and be happier. But I'm wondering if anyone has any advice for something more homeopathic for fighting depression? I know for sure sex (hee hee), and exercise are a huge help. But what about vitamins for example? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week promises to be better because I get to have a sleepover tomorrow with Madison!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5394141850621793097?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5394141850621793097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5394141850621793097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5394141850621793097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5394141850621793097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-worked-for-you.html' title='what&apos;s worked for you?'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7859122634739331464</id><published>2009-03-31T18:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:49:32.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways today/life might not suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways I don&apos;t suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>what? who said that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SdKXpfwLAjI/AAAAAAAAANM/tVchKF8TeEQ/s1600-h/ckcmotherdaughterbanquet+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SdKXpfwLAjI/AAAAAAAAANM/tVchKF8TeEQ/s320/ckcmotherdaughterbanquet+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319480849031954994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SdKXpXVJujI/AAAAAAAAANE/Os2d6Nie880/s1600-h/quote+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SdKXpXVJujI/AAAAAAAAANE/Os2d6Nie880/s320/quote+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319480846771141170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SdKXpnGMtSI/AAAAAAAAANU/uw3N7eS_nFY/s1600-h/ckcmotherdaughterbanquet+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SdKXpnGMtSI/AAAAAAAAANU/uw3N7eS_nFY/s320/ckcmotherdaughterbanquet+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319480851003389218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture one Stations of the Cross my dad made in my (well the church I grew up in) church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture two my original quote and the wall hanging I made for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture three my mom , my sister Elizabeth in the back in red, my sister Mary Kay in blue and my sister Sandra on the end.  The rest are some of my neices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend at Creating Keepsakes Convention in Louisville was ok. It was exhausting but fun to see all the scrapbook products.  I really didn't take any pictures at the convention either. it was kind of crowded, but no too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are weighing down the brain and mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXES. Please tell me I'm not the only one not done? I have an appointment to get them done Thursday, and I'm petrified.  I guess I'm just in denial. We've owed in the past so it's always a crapshoot and I'm always surprised by the outcome. This year with working from home, I'm sure it'll be a mess. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT: but what else is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSE: it runs all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE:  it's a wreck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7859122634739331464?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7859122634739331464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7859122634739331464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7859122634739331464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7859122634739331464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-who-said-that.html' title='what? who said that'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SdKXpfwLAjI/AAAAAAAAANM/tVchKF8TeEQ/s72-c/ckcmotherdaughterbanquet+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7531355351986936547</id><published>2009-03-24T14:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:49:46.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways today/life might not suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways I don&apos;t suck'/><title type='text'>I might be getting better</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling good!  not usual, sadly, for me.  Yesterday I said this to someone about my 'self' and my attitude: I'm better than I used to be, but not as good as will be. &lt;br /&gt;What makes me feel good about that is that I said that without thinking or fear or hesitation. and it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.scrapinstyletv.com/portfolio/view_layout.php?layout_id=163149"&gt;wall hanging I made too of the quote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7531355351986936547?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7531355351986936547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7531355351986936547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7531355351986936547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7531355351986936547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-might-be-getting-better.html' title='I might be getting better'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3438032491171163053</id><published>2009-03-22T18:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:11:14.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ScbCSBVhUAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/udmsIRSN40U/s1600-h/brads+party+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ScbCSBVhUAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/udmsIRSN40U/s320/brads+party+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316150025009582082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ScbCS2F--kI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nLEZNXnnVKc/s1600-h/brads+party+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ScbCS2F--kI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nLEZNXnnVKc/s320/brads+party+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316150039171496514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ScbCSXWQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jVE4SFYQwEc/s1600-h/brads+party+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ScbCSXWQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jVE4SFYQwEc/s320/brads+party+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316150030918275634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top picture is my sister Elizabeth tieing her daughter/my neice Graces' shoe&lt;br /&gt;My brother Brad&lt;br /&gt;My neice Emma in the pigtails (my sister Elizabeth makes the cutest kids!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3438032491171163053?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3438032491171163053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3438032491171163053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3438032491171163053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3438032491171163053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/ScbCSBVhUAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/udmsIRSN40U/s72-c/brads+party+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-385044640236265022</id><published>2009-03-21T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:36:18.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just woke up</title><content type='html'>have been incredibly exhausted this week. I can't sleep enough.  I just woke up from a nap w/ Granddaughter. She's the best napping buddy. Remember that episode of Friends when Joey and Ross where nap buddies!  I feel so good now.  My house is a bit of a wee wreck, there's a wagon in the garage w/ a play horse and purse we found, probably of Madisons mommy and her aunt.  so cute. &lt;br /&gt;going out to dinner w/ my sister and her husband, Jennifer and her hubs for Mexican. should be yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-385044640236265022?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/385044640236265022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=385044640236265022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/385044640236265022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/385044640236265022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-woke-up.html' title='just woke up'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1436499595627709756</id><published>2009-03-18T18:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:28:25.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>snowflake</title><content type='html'>you know the saying no 2 snowflakes are the same? Really? Is  there someone who has seen every flake to say that. I find it hard to believe in the infinite snowflakes out there that there aren't 2 enough alike to say they're the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1436499595627709756?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1436499595627709756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1436499595627709756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1436499595627709756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1436499595627709756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/snowflake.html' title='snowflake'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-8544252363699884517</id><published>2009-03-14T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:48:05.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here I yam</title><content type='html'>I'm here, if anyone's there! lol. &lt;br /&gt;been slugging it out with life. Taking almost all of today (worked 3 hours), all of tomorrow and ALL Monday off!  Going w/ my sister to crop at our local scrappy store of goodness. I can't wait. We always laugh and chat and it's wonnerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-8544252363699884517?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8544252363699884517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=8544252363699884517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8544252363699884517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8544252363699884517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-i-yam.html' title='here I yam'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-331053759591374867</id><published>2009-03-08T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:49:05.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time change</title><content type='html'>we never did the time change thing her in Indiana until a few years ago.  And it kind of messes me up.   Just this weird feeling of missing time. groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.  My brother,Brad, was in town for a few days from TX. I haven't seen him in a year!  And that was when he was in the hospital w/ bad pnemonia. He looked good.  Put on some much needed weight in my opinion.  He needs a woman though.  Just a good normal woman.  All my sisters and my other brother and even some neices and nephews all got together for lunch.  Good food, LOTS of laughs, and a tour of my church (still call it that even though I don't go there) getting an inside face lift.  My dad is really excited about it and proud, so he wanted us to see it.  He's making some frames, I think for the stations of the cross, for it too.  That will be a legacy hopefully for years to come.I'll post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great warm weather week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-331053759591374867?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/331053759591374867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=331053759591374867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/331053759591374867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/331053759591374867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-change.html' title='time change'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-4533581841762169734</id><published>2009-03-04T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:15:40.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not much to say</title><content type='html'>I've been overly tired.  I really believe it's due to what's going on in the world.  The worry and stress is exhausting.  I took a  'mental health' day yesterday that i thought would really help but it didn't help as much as I'd hope.  Just gotta keep on keeping on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-4533581841762169734?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4533581841762169734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=4533581841762169734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4533581841762169734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4533581841762169734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-much-to-say.html' title='not much to say'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6126357432351930446</id><published>2009-02-28T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:26:03.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hello there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sam50pmBCgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WbhbquYrqaM/s1600-h/4+generations-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sam50pmBCgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WbhbquYrqaM/s320/4+generations-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307977950002481666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother Bobby, his oldest Danny, who's holding his little one TJ and my dad! My sister took this pic, btw&lt;br /&gt;don't know if posted this but this: http://www.flickr.com/groups/1039153@N21/  is where I worship my love for &lt;a href="http://www.eliseblaha.typepad.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do come join if you're a fan, mmkkaay?&lt;br /&gt;It's 430 pm Saturday, finally done working, at least until Monday:).  I desperately need a vacay, but am kind of worried my hours are going to get limited because we've got some new folks working.   I hate to give up hours then be short later.  Oh well, one day at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6126357432351930446?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6126357432351930446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6126357432351930446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6126357432351930446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6126357432351930446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-hello-there.html' title='oh hello there'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/Sam50pmBCgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WbhbquYrqaM/s72-c/4+generations-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5548146102504178080</id><published>2009-02-27T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:12:40.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>used to be</title><content type='html'>I used to be so much more fun than I am now.  It's really sad.  I was always making people laugh, being nice, and I prided myself on that.  It makes me happy to make someones life a little easier, or nice.  Now, I just labor through the days.&lt;br /&gt;My fear is I'll never get back to that other person. My husband doesn't get my sense of humor, he thinks I'm silly.  Plus he just looks right through me a lot of times, doesn't even see me.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's from aging, and getting jaded and bitter, just don't see what the point of everything is. Not really a bad day ,  but not great either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5548146102504178080?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5548146102504178080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5548146102504178080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5548146102504178080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5548146102504178080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/used-to-be.html' title='used to be'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3572644307198486314</id><published>2009-02-26T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:45:56.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning?? yikes</title><content type='html'>not a fan of the housework here. And I'll tell you why: it doesn't seem to matter how hard I clean or what I do, the place is just a pig stye! Sure, I don't leave dirty dishes around (for long) and we have clean clothes to wear, but the dusting, vacumming MOPPING scrubbing, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday it dawned on me I'm looking forward to doing spring cleaning. I'm looking forward to clean windows, that's for sure. And warm enough weather to leave the doors open during the day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3572644307198486314?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3572644307198486314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3572644307198486314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3572644307198486314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3572644307198486314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-cleaning-yikes.html' title='spring cleaning?? yikes'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6629044942978715924</id><published>2009-02-25T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:32:01.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation</title><content type='html'>phone rings&lt;br /&gt;Husband:  Hi&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Him:  what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me:putting on my bra (we been married 15 years almost,so we're pretty comfortable!) &lt;br /&gt;Him...silence pause. "oh....does that... turn you on?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  no!!!! why would it??  &lt;br /&gt;Him: I've never heard of that. Sitting on your bra!&lt;br /&gt;me:  I said PUTTING on my bra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6629044942978715924?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6629044942978715924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6629044942978715924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6629044942978715924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6629044942978715924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversation.html' title='conversation'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7281483227796291975</id><published>2009-02-22T14:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:09:33.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaGpBHREX0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/muWhF2r1hBA/s1600-h/Danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaGpBHREX0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/muWhF2r1hBA/s320/Danny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707672614756162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Danny, my brothers oldest son and the first grandchild in our family. He just finished boot camp for the Air Force. He graduated in the top 5% of his unit/class, which was 800 people.  We're so proud, but honestly, none of us are surprised he did so well. Something about growing up on a farm where it was just assumed you worked from sun up to sun down and then some. And I never have heard him complain. &lt;br /&gt;He looks so much like my brother Bobby. Those piercing eyes. If Bobby looked at me like that I'd just want to run and hide because I knew he was mad! If Danny is ever in war and has to fight face to face w/ someone, I think they'll back down just based on those eyes! &lt;br /&gt;He's a dad and a husband, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7281483227796291975?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7281483227796291975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7281483227796291975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7281483227796291975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7281483227796291975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-nephew.html' title='My nephew'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaGpBHREX0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/muWhF2r1hBA/s72-c/Danny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2314966685112401927</id><published>2009-02-21T19:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:38:35.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Picture heavy alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcL-OyEMI/AAAAAAAAAME/uT7-Zoee9to/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcL-OyEMI/AAAAAAAAAME/uT7-Zoee9to/s320/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412090539937986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcL4IvPEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6p0jJAxO1j0/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcL4IvPEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6p0jJAxO1j0/s320/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412088903973954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcLodf2iI/AAAAAAAAALs/4eUXXaPCEeY/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcLodf2iI/AAAAAAAAALs/4eUXXaPCEeY/s320/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412084696078882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcLZ1Pj9I/AAAAAAAAALk/t01SVwq0_kg/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcLZ1Pj9I/AAAAAAAAALk/t01SVwq0_kg/s320/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412080769142738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcLh7zMPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_AH5S5fyedQ/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcLh7zMPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_AH5S5fyedQ/s320/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412082944127218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been an Elise Blaha fan for a while. Here's &lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;. (ps today or tomorrow is her b'day, go by her blog and give her a happy birthday!) She made a 'dear elise' book, you can see it &lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/golden/2009/02/dear-elise.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.   Something about that mini book and her fabulous journaling resonated with me. A lot of her work does actually. Anyway, this is what I made from that inspiration. The journal on the page where you can't read it (lol) talks about it being ok. All of it. It's OK.  &lt;br /&gt;The cover of the book is actually the page with the little boy (Dick I guess) with the dog. I got that image from the book Dick and Jane, which there's a picture of. The second picture has a twill ribbon with quote from Christopher Reeve that says "when you choose hope, anything is possible."&lt;br /&gt;There's one quote directly from Elises' book that says "I have more than enough to look forward to."&lt;br /&gt; I'm not totally done with the book yet. And sorry for the crap pictures. &lt;br /&gt;But you know I think it was Wednesday night I started on that book and I think that's why I woke up feeling so good Thursday. Just getting out some creativity. &lt;br /&gt;I found myself censoring myself when I made the book a lot. Like "oh that won't look right. That doesn't match". So I tried to make  a special effort to uncensor myself and just go with it. &lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ELISE. You really helped me this week. And Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2314966685112401927?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2314966685112401927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2314966685112401927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2314966685112401927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2314966685112401927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture-heavy-alert.html' title='Picture heavy alert'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SaCcL-OyEMI/AAAAAAAAAME/uT7-Zoee9to/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+dearelise+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3936936413619143272</id><published>2009-02-19T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:30:37.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways today/life might not suck'/><title type='text'>ways today might not suck</title><content type='html'>I actually woke up feeling good. You have no idea what a big deal that is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3936936413619143272?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3936936413619143272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3936936413619143272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3936936413619143272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3936936413619143272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/ways-today-might-not-suck.html' title='ways today might not suck'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6474393335732574073</id><published>2009-02-18T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:03:55.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways I don&apos;t suck'/><title type='text'>blogger</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to change the background, thanks backgroundfairy.com, and the header, I'm really addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make the 'ways I don't suck' category more regular. &lt;br /&gt;So today the way I didn't suck, was that I worked my whole shift, and didn't drop any hours! and boy HOWDY, did I want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6474393335732574073?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6474393335732574073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6474393335732574073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6474393335732574073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6474393335732574073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogger.html' title='blogger'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3610660741810049686</id><published>2009-02-17T16:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:58:04.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways I don&apos;t suck'/><title type='text'>gonna be a good day, Tater</title><content type='html'>Back when I didn't work from home, I had to get up about 6am to be at work by 8am. But since I work from home, and get paid by the call and we don't get many calls before 830, I usually don't get up until 730 now. And because of my depression, I like to sleep. I have a hard time sleeping though. But today, I was supposed to have a health screening for insurance at 645, about 25 miles away from me.  So of course I couldn't sleep for some reason.  and I had to get up at 530.  So I  had about 4hours of sleep. Which wouldn't have been a big deal except when I got to the place the screening was supposed to be, one of the branch offices of my husbands job, there was no  one there, no signs of life.  I drove around some. And we don't have our cell phones anymore to save money.  Which was fine normally since we got some pay as you go phones, but time had run out on them too.  So I had no way to call (have you tried to find a pay phone lately. They don't exist!).  So gave up and came home. soooo sleepy.  but my day is nearly over, and I hope to get a good nights rest! I used to get up on my days off pretty early.  I didn't want to miss anything.  And I didn't  want to burn daylight.  But a function of my depression is sleep.  Sometimes I let myself give in and sleep late, but not often.  But I think I'm too hard on myself. Always have been.  Maybe I'll just let myself be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3610660741810049686?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3610660741810049686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3610660741810049686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3610660741810049686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3610660741810049686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/gonna-be-good-day-tater.html' title='gonna be a good day, Tater'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-4756940367193163256</id><published>2009-02-15T15:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:52:54.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwill story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-CHLvuZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b-1EmFKz8oA/s1600-h/S5000031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-CHLvuZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b-1EmFKz8oA/s320/S5000031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127135981910418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-B6oxZ6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/CnGB_q1ENb0/s1600-h/S5000030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-B6oxZ6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/CnGB_q1ENb0/s320/S5000030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127132613994402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-BtdxlLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KSu9q5f7H_I/s1600-h/S5000029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-BtdxlLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KSu9q5f7H_I/s320/S5000029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127129078207666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-BkKqBMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TOr5cN2PloA/s1600-h/S5000028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-BkKqBMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TOr5cN2PloA/s320/S5000028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127126582101186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh65ExWToI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NGAq47av2dA/s1600-h/lpskirt+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh65ExWToI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NGAq47av2dA/s320/lpskirt+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123682180615810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh6nZlFIrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A9pAcIPeass/s1600-h/lpskirt+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh6nZlFIrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A9pAcIPeass/s320/lpskirt+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123378528658098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh6npCJShI/AAAAAAAAAKU/N1PfqPSMtUg/s1600-h/lpskirt+004.jpg.orig"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh6npCJShI/AAAAAAAAAKU/N1PfqPSMtUg/s320/lpskirt+004.jpg.orig" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123382677096978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I went to a local Goodwill store. I saw the funkiest skirts made out of fabric w/ owls on it. Very 'in' now at least in scrapbooking.  I passed it up though. And of course when I went back a few days later they were gone! Today though, made up for it. I went to another Goodwill and found this beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real Lilly Pulitzer skirt.  I've been drooling over her preppy pink and green goodness for years.   Here's her&lt;a href="http://www.lillypulitzer.com/page/printsandpatterns"&gt; website.&lt;/a&gt; . It was always way out of my budget.  Now there's some good news, some bad news, some good news and some bad news. The bad news is it's a size 14. I'm 5 feet tall and about 20lbs overweight. But the good news is this is too big for me. Which I was so hoping it would be. I mean, I was wearing a size 6 pair of jeans at the time, size 14 had better be too big!!  I bought it because it was just too good to pass up.  It caught my eye because of the funky colors. Before I realzied it was a Lilly P, I thought I'd cut it up and use it to make something else. Like a fun tote bad. &lt;br /&gt;When I saw the tag, I immediately thought "eBay!" and $$$.  The bad news is I looked on ebay and it looks like Lilly Pulitzers sure aren't fetching much these days. In fact, I've paid more for a no name brand at Kohls.  But I think I'll try it anyway. As soon as I can get some decent shots of it. These pictures make it look really wrinkled but it's really not. Her clothes have some stretch and are meant to be worn. They're comfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;If anyones interested in this one by any chance, make me an offer! Email me at lisamk@tds.net.  If anyone has any ebay advice, let me know. I'm a buyer not a seller! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-4756940367193163256?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4756940367193163256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=4756940367193163256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4756940367193163256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4756940367193163256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodwill-story.html' title='Goodwill story'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZh-CHLvuZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b-1EmFKz8oA/s72-c/S5000031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6002395590071898964</id><published>2009-02-14T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:50:34.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day</title><content type='html'>Husband took me to White Castle ( my choice) for Valentines Day. It was quite yummy. We walked in and there was a hostess stand like in a more sit down restraunt. The hostess said "do you have a reservation" and I think my husband thought she was joking!  There was a little party going on at this WC. It was cute. They took our picture and everything. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I almost forgot, for lunch he made and served me, turkey manhattan sandwiches. Are those a national thing? It's an openfaced sandwich, w/ mashed potatoes and gravy and turkey on it.  I'm normally a don't-let-my-food-touch-each-other kind of girl, but these were wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's chilly here, and just a tiny sprinkle of snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6002395590071898964?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6002395590071898964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6002395590071898964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6002395590071898964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6002395590071898964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines day'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7862477802334224207</id><published>2009-02-13T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:23:49.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when I grow up</title><content type='html'>You know how I don't know what I want to do with my life, or be when I grow up.  After 40 years, I  think I've figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOcIWo6Hdfg"&gt;click here:old old woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7862477802334224207?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7862477802334224207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7862477802334224207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7862477802334224207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7862477802334224207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when I grow up'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2939428579868977689</id><published>2009-02-11T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:29:48.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZNfZsQi-0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rRT64BfIZR0/s1600-h/patterns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZNfZsQi-0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rRT64BfIZR0/s320/patterns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301686081327135554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving sweets and chocolate today.  Which for me isn't the norm. I'm usually all about the salt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2939428579868977689?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2939428579868977689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2939428579868977689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2939428579868977689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2939428579868977689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SZNfZsQi-0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rRT64BfIZR0/s72-c/patterns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1446281473482773185</id><published>2009-02-10T20:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:51:34.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Today was a little better.  I survived, and some days that's the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this receipe via the long threads blog. &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-valentines-day-give-someone-big.html"&gt;click here YUMMMM&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I really want to try these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1446281473482773185?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1446281473482773185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1446281473482773185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1446281473482773185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1446281473482773185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5010623679115231318</id><published>2009-02-09T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:55:59.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers vibes etc</title><content type='html'>I'm having a really bad day today.  I'm so so so sick of the worry and stress. I'm whining I know ; but it's not fair to work as hard as we do and have to stress about making my house payment and every little thing.  so if you're so inclined, please pray for us that we'll have patience and maybe a little more luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5010623679115231318?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5010623679115231318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5010623679115231318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5010623679115231318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5010623679115231318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers-vibes-etc.html' title='prayers vibes etc'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1815969006109772410</id><published>2009-02-08T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:39:56.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sicky sick a little</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling super rough since Friday night.  Too much rum and now a bad migraine.  I did get out to see my best gal pal today,Debbie.  I  haven't seen her in probably 3 or 4 years and we only live about half an hour apart!  We've been friends since about 1990-91 or so.I'll post more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1815969006109772410?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1815969006109772410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1815969006109772410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1815969006109772410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1815969006109772410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/sicky-sick-little.html' title='sicky sick a little'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-4103515207498472290</id><published>2009-02-07T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:47:59.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>storing stamps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SY3_kDbU7nI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Wz1odcVark/s1600-h/studiog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SY3_kDbU7nI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Wz1odcVark/s320/studiog+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300173331345239666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SY3_kz3u_DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DUvXNJSMBPo/s1600-h/studiog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SY3_kz3u_DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DUvXNJSMBPo/s320/studiog+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300173344349289522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SY3_kRsPHGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2PoOYGhc1Vo/s1600-h/studiog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SY3_kRsPHGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2PoOYGhc1Vo/s320/studiog+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300173335174257762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaels has a lot of $1 stamps, including alphabet stamps in different fonts. They're really tiny, and the boxes they come in don't leave a lot of wiggle room for getting the stamps you want in and out of it. I wasn't using them because I always felt like I didn't want to mess w/ getting them in and out of the tiny box. Finally I had a brain storm and put them in these little baby food plastic containers. They were slightly different sizes but wokk perfectly in either.  My granddaught has out grown this food but I'm hope Stepdaughter saved more of these containers. They're very handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-4103515207498472290?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4103515207498472290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=4103515207498472290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4103515207498472290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4103515207498472290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/storing-stamps.html' title='storing stamps'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SY3_kDbU7nI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Wz1odcVark/s72-c/studiog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5843215191019352617</id><published>2009-02-04T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:06:14.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo7FSW5JsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9imoZF5t2iQ/s1600-h/boyds+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo7FSW5JsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9imoZF5t2iQ/s320/boyds+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299112873568052930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo7GCNIQoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZMrUjGQ5LM8/s1600-h/patterns+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo7GCNIQoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZMrUjGQ5LM8/s320/patterns+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299112886412001922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo7F7Prr4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/JMNrnGOkn48/s1600-h/patterns+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo7F7Prr4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/JMNrnGOkn48/s320/patterns+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299112884543664002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you HEART these vintage patterns??!!  Some are from 1940's! I got them from eBay a coons age ago and they've just quietly been sitting around for a year and a half or more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the top picture is out my front door a few days ago when it snowed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5843215191019352617?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5843215191019352617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5843215191019352617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5843215191019352617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5843215191019352617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-heart-these-vintage-patterns.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo7FSW5JsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9imoZF5t2iQ/s72-c/boyds+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7127439703803917202</id><published>2009-02-04T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:06:26.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo42YSFw6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/njoTECc1VDY/s1600-h/boyds+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo42YSFw6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/njoTECc1VDY/s320/boyds+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299110418437227426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo42NIu90I/AAAAAAAAAIc/P0AwarCBeDI/s1600-h/boyds+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo42NIu90I/AAAAAAAAAIc/P0AwarCBeDI/s320/boyds+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299110415445194562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little spin the bottle to pass the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7127439703803917202?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7127439703803917202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7127439703803917202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7127439703803917202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7127439703803917202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-spin-bottle-to-pass-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SYo42YSFw6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/njoTECc1VDY/s72-c/boyds+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7212815242695602422</id><published>2009-02-03T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:13:42.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways I don&apos;t suck'/><title type='text'>cooking</title><content type='html'>I love to eat but I don't like cooking. I think the reason I hate it is because I constantly feel like I'm trying to piece things together. I never seem to have everything for a recipe that I need, and I feel like I'm short changing the dish by substituting. The other day Posie Gets Cosy was saying she wasn't feeling good, and she just wanted to be in the kitchen cooking. It made her feel better. Suddenly, an epiphany. Maybe I could like cooking? &lt;br /&gt;I saw a recipe on the can of chicken broth for pot pie. I had everything it called for!! It was chicken, broth (duh) any veggies you wanted, self rising flower and milk. And a whole stick of melted butter! normally me likey like that, but it was too much even for us! Half a stick would have been good. But it turned out good. Even husband liked it. &lt;br /&gt;At Madisons birhtday party my husbands first wifes sisters husband was asking everyone what their speciality of the kitchen was. He asked me and I was like "umm, martinis?" And I asked Husband what he thought it was. He said "making something out of nothing". I thought that was awesome. He specifically was referring to scalloped potatoes I'd made the week before. I think he thought I made the recipe up! lol Anyway, maybe I can start looking at some other things in Life like that. Like maybe I don't suck? In fact, I've always been super self conscious about my teeth. I call them my hillbilly teeth because they've got so many spaces. A friend said she thought they were cute. They made seem vulnerable and were just a part of me.  She was complimenting me and it felt so nice because it wasn't "oh you've been working out and you look good" or "your new haircut looks good" it was something that was a part of me like height!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7212815242695602422?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7212815242695602422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7212815242695602422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7212815242695602422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7212815242695602422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/cooking.html' title='cooking'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7849894215603689092</id><published>2009-02-02T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:04.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Happy Groundhogs Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh,, Groundhogs day!   I felt so much pressure as a kid to root for seeing the shadow vs. not seeing.  I could never keep it straight.&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you about the time in probably first or 2nd grade when we were doing our coloring.  Let me go back further than that to see one of my very very earliest memories is of wanting to be a painter. Oh how I wished for talent to  capture beauty.  Sadly, in first or 2nd grade we were doing coloring /drawing.  And I specfically remember the teacher (stop me if I told you this one!)holding up Sandy Tracy's drawing and declaring it the best in the class.  For some reason,and I don't know if she insinuated this or I took what she said to mean everyone else should give up.  This teacher was a little weird.  She seriously once asked us to write  ona piece of paper if we liked her or not! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  ever since then there's been a huge creative block for me.  My aunt Mertice (prounounced Mer-tes) is  an awesome watercolor/artist.  I'll upload pictures of some of her prints soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7849894215603689092?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7849894215603689092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7849894215603689092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7849894215603689092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7849894215603689092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-groundhogs-day.html' title='Happy Groundhogs Day!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2264683253122885567</id><published>2009-01-30T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:27.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>dollhouse_take3 001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3239448416/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3239448416_cc1ba08c3c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3239448416/"&gt;dollhouse_take3 001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/94657859@N00/"&gt;grandamdrver2002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the front&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2264683253122885567?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2264683253122885567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2264683253122885567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2264683253122885567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2264683253122885567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/dollhousetake3-001.html' title='dollhouse_take3 001'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3239448416_cc1ba08c3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1763139369545565384</id><published>2009-01-30T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:42.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>dollhouse_take3 005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3238612813/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3415/3238612813_bebaee8bba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3238612813/"&gt;dollhouse_take3 005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/94657859@N00/"&gt;grandamdrver2002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember the dollhouse that kicked my ass?   well, I kind of finished it. I need to bling it up some, and get a family.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1763139369545565384?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1763139369545565384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1763139369545565384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1763139369545565384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1763139369545565384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/dollhousetake3-005.html' title='dollhouse_take3 005'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3415/3238612813_bebaee8bba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5415580283483713942</id><published>2009-01-28T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:57.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>SNOW!! Lots of snow!</title><content type='html'>It snowed here in Indiana.  I'm so excited! Lots of it!  Granddaughter has been here since MOnday night. She's at such a fun age. She's so happy. She's so tenderhearted though. If she even thinks you've raised your voice to her she just melts into tears. Luckily she's pretty good about minding us. We took her out into the snow and she liked just watching her BaBa (Grandpa) shovel it.  oh she's such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I work from home but I'm so playing hooky this afternoon!  ugh! I shouldn't be but oh well!  This house is a wreck and I really want to finish the dollhouse. I'll post pictures soon of the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5415580283483713942?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5415580283483713942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5415580283483713942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5415580283483713942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5415580283483713942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-lots-of-snow.html' title='SNOW!! Lots of snow!'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1642700329526522408</id><published>2009-01-26T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:27:06.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the dollhouse that kicked my ass</title><content type='html'>well, sort of. But I'm not giving up.  There's an awesome &lt;a href="http://uklassinus.blogspot.com/2008/08/fabric-dollhouse-tutorial.html"&gt;tutorial here&lt;/a&gt; that I've  been wanting to try.  Yesterday was kind of a snowy cold day so I thought it would be a perfect activity.  And it was except my dimensions were off.  I used cardboard and polyfil, instead of the mesh and batting.  I ended up stapeling my finger somehow (and no the instrcutions don't call for a stapler at all.!)It really isn't hard, but when you bugger up the roof dimensions, it'll go wonky.  So I ripped it apart this morning and am starting over!  I have a 'vintage' sheet I got from Goodwill and some other fabric that I think will be fun for this.  Wish I could spend all day working on it but, I have to work :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1642700329526522408?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1642700329526522408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1642700329526522408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1642700329526522408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1642700329526522408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/dollhouse-that-kicked-my-ass.html' title='the dollhouse that kicked my ass'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-9025183933231689799</id><published>2009-01-25T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:25:44.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought it was just me</title><content type='html'>I found this&lt;a href="http://apronthriftgirl.typepad.com/apron_thrift_girl/2009/01/a-little-honesty.html"&gt; lovely blo&lt;/a&gt;g last night in between cocktails. I truly thought that most people by my age are doing exactly what they want to do. I really thought everyone loved their job. I am not alone!!! Made me feel so much better, esp reading the comment from the girl who just finished law school and doesn't want to do anything remotely connected w/ law! Wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so don't know what this means for me. Because let's face it most of us have to work a job, that brings in money. Whether inside the home, outside, whatever. Especially these days. I know there's SAHM and SAHD but either the spouse is earning a great deal of money or they won the lottery, lol. I just can't imagine living on one income. Even taking out what we pay in credit card bills, our 2nd mortgage etc, it would be near impossible ot live on just Husbands income and he makes over $20 an hour, and we live in a relatively inexpensive area.  But I know it's done. &lt;br /&gt;And we by no means live the high life. His truck has over 100,000 miles on it and we're paying on it for about another year. My small sport SUV is paid for but has over 80,000 miles on it. We have only ever been on 4 or 5 vacations that were longer than a few days, 2 to Mexico. (and we've been together about 16 years).Our kids had the cheapest weddings ever! and took out school loans when they went to college. When we were doing well we ate out at a "nice" restaurant maybe once a week,(by nice I mean the meal for 2 came to $30-40) and maybe one or two other times we'd do fast food for dinner.  When we cook it's lots of store brand items, and cheap cuts of meat. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not really complaining, just wondering how it's done, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-9025183933231689799?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/9025183933231689799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=9025183933231689799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/9025183933231689799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/9025183933231689799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-i-thought-it-was-just-me.html' title='And I thought it was just me'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5926087063570251987</id><published>2009-01-24T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:35:49.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today is today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXuI9g5mlcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ddYtj1lqAd8/s1600-h/tray+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXuI9g5mlcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ddYtj1lqAd8/s320/tray+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294976377289086402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXuI9hq_bGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hL-V0lHwGII/s1600-h/tray+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXuI9hq_bGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hL-V0lHwGII/s320/tray+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294976377496235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/your-life/bigger-picture/staticslideshowglamour.aspx?cp-documentid=15188306&amp;GT1=32001"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;on MSN.com . thought it was very interesting.  Good points.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyone got tips for &lt;br /&gt;1-taking good self portraits?&lt;br /&gt;2-the planners you're using this year&lt;br /&gt;3-using applesauce in place of oil in cake mix?&lt;br /&gt;4-what should I do with this?&lt;br /&gt;Should I paint it? Leave it as is? or cover it w/ cool scrapbook paper? It's a tray I got from Goodwill for $2.99.  I think it's a little darker than I'd like. I wonder if I should paint it to go with my word of the year? I'd like to use it for serving snacks to myself /and or having a place to keep projects I'm working on to carry into the living room to watch TV w/ Dh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5926087063570251987?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5926087063570251987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5926087063570251987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5926087063570251987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5926087063570251987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-today.html' title='today is today'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXuI9g5mlcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ddYtj1lqAd8/s72-c/tray+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-8949131522457001069</id><published>2009-01-22T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:37:38.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oufff  will I ever get this right?</title><content type='html'>Since I've started this blog I don't think I've done much in the way of change.I know the basics,  that I want a good life filled w/ love , laughing and I want to be content.  I want to use my brain for something.  How the hell do I figure out what though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing, I know I should consider myself lucky.  and I do. But that doesn't mean I need to be satisfied with where my life is.  Should I not want more (by more I mean contentment,etc).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-8949131522457001069?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8949131522457001069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=8949131522457001069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8949131522457001069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8949131522457001069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/oufff-will-i-ever-get-this-right.html' title='oufff  will I ever get this right?'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5091333338359309492</id><published>2009-01-20T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:14:40.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>word for the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXZMqAQmmfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OV8vmzbbbRQ/s1600-h/yes_bday+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXZMqAQmmfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OV8vmzbbbRQ/s320/yes_bday+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293502696528452082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about my word of the year a few posts back. Here's a picture of a canvas I altered to hang right by computer so I can see it. All. the. time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, my word has nothing to do with Mr. Obama and his yes we can crap. I can't believe he was elected. Not because he's not white, but because he's grossly underqualified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5091333338359309492?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5091333338359309492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5091333338359309492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5091333338359309492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5091333338359309492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-for-year.html' title='word for the year'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SXZMqAQmmfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OV8vmzbbbRQ/s72-c/yes_bday+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6835115430074765626</id><published>2009-01-18T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:52:18.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>I've really never been the jealous type. Growing up, we didn't have a lot and though I wished I could have new clothes, a car (instead of riding the bus) etc., I knew it wasn't feasible so I didn't let it bother me. But lately, I read blogs and the green eyed monster just takes over. I always thought Dooce.com was funny. But then I started noticing how often she talks about how thin she is. like how this belt she bought nearly goes around her twice! and how she lost after-baby weight in 3 weeks. She admits she had an eating problem. And I've always thought she was self centered. But I don't know where this jealousy is coming from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read scrapsmack.blogspot.com, and a lot of people who post talk about scrap "celebrities" and their blogs and how they seem to have an idyllic lifestyle of being SAHM and having beautiful children, etc. and there comes the jealousy again. I think when we weren't in such dire straits financially it didn't bother me. I had plenty and was secure. Now that everything is so iffy, I feel vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;I have two signs in my office that say I Am Blessed. And I am, probably more than I deserve.  The signs help me remember that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6835115430074765626?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6835115430074765626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6835115430074765626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6835115430074765626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6835115430074765626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5017199014437585606</id><published>2009-01-13T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:06:47.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whew, I'll need that martini in a big gulp</title><content type='html'>I took this afternoon off. Well actually what happened is I couldn't get an answer about my leave from Carnival cruise line so I finally had to drop them as  a client. I hated doing that but I couldn't get them answer me about the leave. Which REALLYY pisses me off to no end.  &lt;br /&gt;I had a thought today: My life is really opposite of what I want it to be. And that stinks. I'm not where I want to be financially, of course. I'm not where I want to be w/ my life or my career.  Nothings really going right. I have no idea how to change that.  I really don't. When you have little or no  money, and can't count on anything, you really don't have anythign. &lt;br /&gt;I know most of the blogs, if not all, I read are happy and cheery and positive. I'm just not in that kind of a place at all right now. I so wish I were. And I started this blog to be cathartic, not just to have posts of all the positive. Yes, I have a roof over my head, and even food on the table-at least I do right now. I have a job for now and so does Husband-but that could go at any minute. Then what would we do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5017199014437585606?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5017199014437585606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5017199014437585606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5017199014437585606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5017199014437585606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/whew-ill-need-that-martini-in-big-gulp.html' title='whew, I&apos;ll need that martini in a big gulp'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-557657330158514403</id><published>2009-01-09T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:00:19.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My One Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/_a_/2009/01/2009-words.html"&gt;Ali Edwards&lt;/a&gt;, who I love and have followed for so long, does one word for the year.  One word to focus on for that year, to help you focus.  My word for 08 was achieve.  And as rough as it's been, i do feel like I achieved a lot. Working from home was a long time dream of mine, and I achieved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word for 09 is "yes".  Yes, I can.  Yes, I'm worthy of good things. Yes I'm a good person.  Yes it will be ok,  all of it.  Yes yes yes.  I still need to make a vison board, and get the word up and in front of me. When I pick my word, I take calming breath, close my eyes and let it come to me. I don't force it, and it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your word?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-557657330158514403?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/557657330158514403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=557657330158514403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/557657330158514403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/557657330158514403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-one-word.html' title='My One Word'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3238824445964925042</id><published>2009-01-07T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:17:58.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>decision</title><content type='html'>I decided I'm going to try to get a leave of abscence from one of my clients I've been working. It's a large cruise ship line.  I'm not sure why I think that will help me and how I feel.  I'll continue to work the walgreens.com. (ugh, I would have thought there was a full moon today judging by the mean hateful people I talked to today. One man had the nerve to ask me "why am I wasting my time talking to you?" after I directed him to the proper place to get his question answered. I just wanted to say "I'm so sure!@ do you realize how DUMB you sound?"  or the bitch that said "why didn't you tell me that to begin with?" ummmm maybe because I was answering your first question. And oh, PS I hope someone talks to you as mean as you're talking to me right now)&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.... Just been taking it easy this year. trying to get my head on straight. Our dryer quit yesterday! just out of the blue. It's not even that old, less than 10years old. There's a website for our community called lebanonchatter.com and someone on there has a free one. He said it knocks some, but seems to be fine. i fgure we won't be out anything if we get that one. Hopefully Husband will be able to get off work early enough tomorrow to go pick it up.   &lt;br /&gt;I've developed a horrible twitch in my left eye. It goes off the minute a mean person starts talking to me at work, or when my husband is complaining about some wrong thing about the world (so it happens a lot). it's so annoying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3238824445964925042?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3238824445964925042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3238824445964925042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3238824445964925042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3238824445964925042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/decision.html' title='decision'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6022440125073350059</id><published>2009-01-05T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:38:30.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>I know, crazy to be talking about 360-ish days from now, right??  But this lovely &lt;a href="http://stardustshoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog here&lt;/a&gt; was exactly what had been cooking in my mind.   Only I don't know that I'll do an advent calendar per say. I think I'd like to do 12-14 aprons of Christmas. All my sisters (7 of us) and my sister in law get together in December and do a cookie/candy exchange. I thought I'd make everyone an apron out of a dishtowel. They're so easy a caveman could do it. And if I start now, I might just get it done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could figure out how to get that cool button on my blog but I can't just yet.  &lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the new header?  I'd like it more snowy but i'll take it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6022440125073350059?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6022440125073350059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6022440125073350059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6022440125073350059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6022440125073350059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6192597016071154852</id><published>2008-12-30T18:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:35:03.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my latest obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SVqsapzQFzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAl82bxDhUQ/s1600-h/building_a_glitterhouse_title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SVqsapzQFzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAl82bxDhUQ/s320/building_a_glitterhouse_title.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285726686570092338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my latest obsession. Searching the internet they seem to be called Putz houses. I think they're so sweet and unassuming, and a great reason to get glittery, yes?  The best thing is, with a few supplies you can really rock this out! This picture is from Papa Teds website I think. I didn't make this, just so you know!! I wish I could make one this pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add:  Here's a couple of great links for directions to make these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbandebris.typepad.com/urban_debris_journal/2006/12/putz_or_dimesto.html"&gt;urban Debris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://urbandebris.typepad.com/urban_debris_journal/2006/12/putz_or_dimesto.html"&gt;PapaTed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6192597016071154852?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6192597016071154852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6192597016071154852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6192597016071154852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6192597016071154852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-latest-obsession.html' title='my latest obsession'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SVqsapzQFzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAl82bxDhUQ/s72-c/building_a_glitterhouse_title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-4503682838379907520</id><published>2008-12-24T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:25:59.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>and here I sit blogging!  I've just run out of steam, I reckon.  Tomorrow will be spent trying to squeeze in a lot of family! Then, it'll be over. I've got big plans and goals in 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-4503682838379907520?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4503682838379907520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=4503682838379907520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4503682838379907520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4503682838379907520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-1315547907549765082</id><published>2008-12-23T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:45:48.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow ? no, mud</title><content type='html'>according to the weather forecast it isn't supposed to snow for Christmas. It's supposed to get wet and rainy and muddy and gross. So bummed! oh well. plan on posting more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-1315547907549765082?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1315547907549765082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=1315547907549765082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1315547907549765082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/1315547907549765082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-no-mud.html' title='snow ? no, mud'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3377895016847637054</id><published>2008-12-19T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:28:06.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies</title><content type='html'>hi peeps.  I just got done working 9+ hours here at home. Then I made some Christmas cookies. Should have taken pics, I will on the next batch.&lt;br /&gt;I had a caller that made me realize I really need to quit whining about stuff.  She got her order, a photo mini book, but it was someone elses pictures. I told her I could refund her or send a new one, but that I doubted it would get there by Christmas. She started crying and said "It's just that it's for my boyfriend and he leaves for Iraq in 2 weeks. could I please get it by then?". I just wanted to drive it out to her, where ever she lived , and give her the right one.  She didn't scream or swear, and I thnk she had a right too, even though it was an honest error someone made.  &lt;br /&gt;I used to say to Husband around 10 pm every night "aren't you glad we're going to bed and you're not getting ready to go to work?" he used to work 3 rd shift and we hated it. it was so lonely because when we were home together he was usually trying to sleep! Anyway, I need to count my blessings more because he doesn't have to work that shift anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So, I saw a PIF (pay it forward) idea on this blog: &lt;a href="http://sewhipbaby.blogspot.com"&gt;right here clickit &lt;/a&gt;and thought why not.  NOw, bear in mind my crafts aren't picture perfect but I try! My things are made with lots of love! &lt;br /&gt;  So my PIF pledge is for the first 3 people who comment that they would like a handmade craft and some surprises,to arrive by January 14, just leave a comment!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3377895016847637054?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3377895016847637054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3377895016847637054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3377895016847637054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3377895016847637054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookies.html' title='cookies'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-101608909406812110</id><published>2008-12-17T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:47:43.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh the holidays</title><content type='html'>They're coming, ready or not.  I've been working as much as I can bear to. OMG,people stop calling and yelling at me because a picture you ordered won't get there in time. First off, I don't really care, esp if you're mean to me. And secondly, you've lost the true meaning of Christmas, so buuu bye. &lt;br /&gt;I"m the best customer service person anyone would wish for. I'm kind, I go above and beyond, but there's some things I just don't have the power to do!!  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some pics of some misc things I've made.  Please comment if you feel inclined; my blog is lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  don't know why I can't get my banner to look right and minus that green line, but oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-101608909406812110?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/101608909406812110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=101608909406812110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/101608909406812110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/101608909406812110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh-holidays.html' title='ahh the holidays'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3838694758975166611</id><published>2008-12-17T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:57:13.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3117221302/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/3117221302_b364f0afa9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3117221302/"&gt;pig 002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/94657859@N00/"&gt;grandamdrver2002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;of my piggie&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3838694758975166611?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3838694758975166611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3838694758975166611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3838694758975166611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3838694758975166611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/other-side.html' title='the other side'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/3117221302_b364f0afa9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-5150088932296131932</id><published>2008-12-17T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:06:26.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more FO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3117220398/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/3117220398_739e04d161_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94657859@N00/3117220398/"&gt;pig 001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/94657859@N00/"&gt;grandamdrver2002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this was barely a UFO, just overnight until I got the tail glued on.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pig was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pretty-Christmas-Homestyle-Tone-Finnanger/dp/0715329618/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1228074623&amp;sr=1-4"&gt;this book &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-5150088932296131932?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5150088932296131932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=5150088932296131932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5150088932296131932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/5150088932296131932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-fo.html' title='more FO'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/3117220398_739e04d161_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-8840265201735312806</id><published>2008-12-15T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:04:56.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUb9qkJihtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1VI0CKwdi7o/s1600-h/more+decor+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUb9qkJihtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1VI0CKwdi7o/s320/more+decor+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280186520838506194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUb9VjzhK3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HluZgCwSjqU/s1600-h/more+decor+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUb9VjzhK3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HluZgCwSjqU/s320/more+decor+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280186159968889714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  picture is just one of those little trees you would use for your Christmas village. I took a string of garland and cut off a piece that fit, then I wound it around the tree.  &lt;br /&gt;The top picture is of a the tree I made with my favorite sweater that I talked about in my last post. I wish now I'd bought the tiny sring of snowflake garland at Michaels, too, when I was there. It was only about $.60 or something.  Oh well, maybe I'll get back there this week.  I do like the little peppermint candy ornaments I sewed on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-8840265201735312806?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8840265201735312806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=8840265201735312806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8840265201735312806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8840265201735312806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUb9qkJihtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1VI0CKwdi7o/s72-c/more+decor+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-3485509634585573394</id><published>2008-12-15T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:00:13.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO to FO</title><content type='html'>UFO or unfinished objects of the crafty kind, I have plenty. I've started and never finished more than I've finished. But I have to say I've finished several things over the past week or so that even though the quality isn't fab, I'm happy I didn't just toss it aside. ( Also, I've dug out and came across projects I've started and not finished and decided I didn't want to do them anymore! So I gave them away or donated to Goodwill. It's so freeing to do that and not feel guilty.) The birds, for example, and my village. Even that goofy strawberry pie.  I handstitched the birds so I could do it in front of the tv w/ Husband which helped. &lt;br /&gt;I made something that was supposed to look like &lt;a href="http://housewrenstudio.typepad.com/charlotte/2007/11/bella-bliss.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;.  I took my favorite sweater that was just too pilly to wear anymore, and held my breath as I cut out the tree. I'll post pictures later.  I've wanted to do that project for a year! &lt;br /&gt;And speaking of &lt;a href="http://www.teresamcfayden.typepad.com/"&gt;Silver Bella&lt;/a&gt;, I'd love to go next year. I told myself that last year, and to start saving money ahead of time but just didn't work out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-3485509634585573394?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3485509634585573394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=3485509634585573394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3485509634585573394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/3485509634585573394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/ufo-to-fo.html' title='UFO to FO'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6339072055416097192</id><published>2008-12-12T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:08:22.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birds I made</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-838753a3d7413694" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D838753a3d7413694%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331149100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD8F56A512D105B11EBE18F5169AF1A83B2974B2.759FD5E992DCE6BFAB7A2E1484B8C72E0B108AE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D838753a3d7413694%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNwtfHHHOjsJo_Cw4KhfYr4j-S6M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D838753a3d7413694%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331149100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD8F56A512D105B11EBE18F5169AF1A83B2974B2.759FD5E992DCE6BFAB7A2E1484B8C72E0B108AE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D838753a3d7413694%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNwtfHHHOjsJo_Cw4KhfYr4j-S6M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I sound so well, like myself, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.spoolsewing.com/blog/2008/05/16/bird-mobile/"&gt;link for &lt;/a&gt;spool where I got the pattern for the birds.  Husband said these kind of looked like whales. Sorry for all the "like"s I use!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6339072055416097192?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=838753a3d7413694&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6339072055416097192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6339072055416097192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6339072055416097192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6339072055416097192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='birds I made'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-9142276995143705199</id><published>2008-12-10T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:26:53.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPusRGj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TMXB9KhkKI4/s1600-h/more+decor+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPusRGj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TMXB9KhkKI4/s320/more+decor+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278306426853691282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPuCVDYiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qjKZ7UP88Yo/s1600-h/tree+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPuCVDYiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qjKZ7UP88Yo/s320/tree+2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278306415595971106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPt8X9xEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lbbEtGt87T0/s1600-h/more+decor+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPt8X9xEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lbbEtGt87T0/s320/more+decor+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278306413997573186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPtjAMibI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HBkn-sHtfoQ/s1600-h/pillow+case.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPtjAMibI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HBkn-sHtfoQ/s320/pillow+case.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278306407186991538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd post a few pictures. Our tree, of course. And see that bookcase next to it? My dad made that (she says proudly). It's heavy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pillow case I found in my mother in laws things.  Have no idea what the MRS is for. That's not her monagram. LOL  Also that granny square stocking probably was Husbands first wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my village. I'm not crazy about it, but it's ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-9142276995143705199?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/9142276995143705199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=9142276995143705199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/9142276995143705199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/9142276995143705199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3u1NLmClxnE/SUBPusRGj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TMXB9KhkKI4/s72-c/more+decor+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-4607651977689479121</id><published>2008-12-10T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:29:52.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winter cold</title><content type='html'>I was getting a cold almost 2 weeks ago and thought I licked it.  I was too arrogant, I think, because I started getting the sore throat again andwoke up feeling miserable.  I know part of feeling horrible is my stress over money.  It's constantly on my mind.  I'm trying to make myself work 50 hours a week, which is verrrrry hard for me.  Hard to be nice for so many hours. But Husbands job has slowed way down because of the weather.  So I feel guilty if I don't grab all the hours I can.   &lt;br /&gt;anyway, I added a few pictures to my flickr of my Christmas decorations. I really looked at my decorations w/ a new eye this year. There's some cool vintage stuff in there! Like the fancy schmancy peg lady.  These were my husbands ornaments, probably from his first wife, who passed away in 1985.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-4607651977689479121?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4607651977689479121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=4607651977689479121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4607651977689479121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4607651977689479121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-cold.html' title='winter cold'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7424514509942064740</id><published>2008-12-06T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:43:55.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>I had hoped it would be a relaxing weekend. And it is a little. I'm not working but Granddaugther stayed the night last night. It was fun but I have so much I want to do.  I wanted to try to do a version of &lt;a href="http://rosylittlethings.typepad.com/posie_gets_cozy/2008/12/holiday-house.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt; but I don't think I'll be able to do it justice. But I'll try. And my house is a wreck, laundry is overflowing, and I have some Christmas crafts I'd love to do, etc etc. But we got groceries and are set for the week in that way. We have some running around to do which I dread because of weekend shopping traffic! Tomorrow is my nephews going away party. He's joining the Air Force !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7424514509942064740?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7424514509942064740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7424514509942064740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7424514509942064740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7424514509942064740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-7853955964961042610</id><published>2008-12-04T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:40:03.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTK9aB32vjw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTK9aB32vjw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-7853955964961042610?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7853955964961042610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=7853955964961042610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7853955964961042610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/7853955964961042610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/video.html' title='video'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6119585165118433863</id><published>2008-11-30T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:29:59.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another posting</title><content type='html'>I just had to say seriously, check out my granddaughter over there (fyi she's my 'step'daughters little girl. I'm 8 years younger than my husband, my stepdaughter J is only 14 years older than me!that's how I'm a grandma since I'm 38!).  I mean, really, how can I whine and be depressed when she's in my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6119585165118433863?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6119585165118433863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6119585165118433863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6119585165118433863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6119585165118433863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-posting.html' title='another posting'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-6435423593665989981</id><published>2008-11-30T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:40:23.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 am snow</title><content type='html'>Husband got up at 4:00 to go hunting.  He thought he'd gotten the car/monterro jumped. But it wouldn't start.  He got me up to ask him to give him a lift to his buddy's house so I'd have a running vehicle here.  As I layed there trying to figure out how to get out of it , err I mean wake up, I started remembering a dream I was having about going on a cruise. It was funny.  Then I started having craft visions of some items made of felt! They're going to be cute if I can get what's on my brain to come out my hands.  I'm going to try to sketch them so  I don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog was crying to go out so I took him quickly. It was snowing! big beautiful fluffy flakes. I smiled up at God and did a little spinny twirl.  It only lasted 15 minutes or so though.&lt;br /&gt;And then Husband got the montero started so off he went and here I am! At 4:38 am.  I'll probably snooze a bit and pray for snow and safe travels for my Husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-6435423593665989981?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6435423593665989981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=6435423593665989981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6435423593665989981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/6435423593665989981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-am-snow.html' title='4 am snow'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-4070724460919609420</id><published>2008-11-29T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:03:46.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I probably shouldn't have</title><content type='html'>but I just at a double cheesburger from Mcdonalds. psst it was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; washing it down w/ a martini! hey, it's Saturday night, I'm allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No snow here yet :( but soon, I'm sure. Last blizzard in 2007 I got pregnant. I later miscarried but I still have a soft spot for blizzards and the coziness!&lt;br /&gt; And am excited about this blog I just found:  &lt;a href="http://notesfromthefrugaltrenches.com/"&gt;http://notesfromthefrugaltrenches.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked today for about 7 hours today, then went to leave to return a book to the library that was due today. My car wouldn't start :( really bummed about that. I think it's the starter, Husband thinks it's just the battery. Let's hope he's right! And my library book is now overdue!! OH no. I love the library. We had bookmobiles when I was a kid.  A big RV type vehicle filled w/ books that drove out to remote areas (we weren't that remote but in the late 70's early 80's I guess it kind of was). The man who drove it was kind of mean, I was really afraid of him. I'd run in grab what looked good and try to get out without making eye contact. I lived in fear of overdue books now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-4070724460919609420?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4070724460919609420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=4070724460919609420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4070724460919609420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/4070724460919609420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-probably-shouldnt-have.html' title='I probably shouldn&apos;t have'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-8882586592367401019</id><published>2008-11-28T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:39:55.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I wonder why they call it 'black' Friday? I should google that.&lt;br /&gt;Husband is out hunting and I'm glad, he loves it and it gives him a chance to get out and about.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying leftover comfort food like my baked mac and cheese.  &lt;br /&gt;it's pretty sunny here in Indiana, very November weather pretty much, which is nice. I do love winter. I love a good snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-8882586592367401019?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8882586592367401019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=8882586592367401019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8882586592367401019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/8882586592367401019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-2085525004545134211</id><published>2008-11-27T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:11:18.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>First, I cannot even believe &lt;a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/"&gt;this wonderful woman &lt;/a&gt;left me such a  kind wonderfull comment!  Thank you Elizabeth. &lt;br /&gt;Sooo, today is Thanksgiving. We had my stepdaguthers and their husbands, and Madison my almost 2 year old Granddaughter for dinner. We had so much food. Husband was up at 5 am, and in fact he did most of the cooking. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was wonderful. Lots of laughing and eating and just being mellow. I hated missing going to my folks in Seymour, IN. But just really felt called to stay here and have the kids here.  And I'll see my parents and most of my sisters and one of my brothers on Dec 7. My nephew is going into the Air Force and it's a kind of going away party for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working all weekend. I'm glad for the work, but as always wish I could take some time off. I work from home so it's nice not to be out. I also was inspired by Elizabeths blog mentioned above and her hearts.  I made one, kind of simple but it felt good, you know? I'll post pictures soon. I'm working on another but can't quite get the lettering right.&lt;br /&gt;As far as the weight, just hanging in there. Not drinking as much has helped, not just the weight but my depression.  Money is so tight, as usual. More than usual actually. Gods teaching me something as He always does. Not sure what? Just perserverence. ahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-2085525004545134211?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2085525004545134211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=2085525004545134211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2085525004545134211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/2085525004545134211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092040096937610844.post-809033789950301524</id><published>2008-11-05T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:22:53.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>really? Really?</title><content type='html'>Barack? Really?  Just because he's not white people think he can walk on water or something? Despite that fact that he can't/won't produce a birth certificate, despite the fact that William Ayers bombed, among other places, the Pentagon, despite all that people really thought he was the best for the job? Really?  Oh puh-lease.    I will so be laughing and doing the I told you so dance a year from now when everyone's life is down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092040096937610844-809033789950301524?l=365projectchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/feeds/809033789950301524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092040096937610844&amp;postID=809033789950301524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/809033789950301524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092040096937610844/posts/default/809033789950301524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365projectchange.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-really.html' title='really? Really?'/><author><name>Lisa Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045742948165065742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
