<?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-5918250889911101047</id><updated>2012-02-02T22:12:30.321-08:00</updated><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='First Post / Ottoman'/><category term='A Roaring Fire'/><category term='Finally'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day Addendum'/><category term='Am I excused?'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Sibling Rivalry'/><category term='And one more time...'/><category term='Awkward Moments'/><category term='Funny Things Kids Say'/><category term='Career Woman'/><category term='Frustration Part II'/><category term='Happy Dance'/><category term='Trial and Error - Deer Head'/><category term='65 Years of Wedded Bliss'/><category term='A Little Project....'/><category term='Rate My Space'/><category term='TO DO LIST'/><category term='Say a little prayer..'/><category term='The Boudoir'/><category term='What was I thinking?'/><category term='Another House Tour'/><category term='Washington'/><category term='A Doozy of a Day'/><category term='Who wants to buy a husband?'/><category term='MORE Christmas Decor'/><category term='Valentine'/><category term='Christmas Decor'/><category term='The Kitchen'/><category term='The Challenges of a Christmas Card'/><category term='My In-laws'/><category term='Time has flown by...'/><category term='Welcome Changes'/><category term='Slumber Party Review'/><category term='Time Stood Still - Refinished clock'/><category term='Young girl bust'/><category term='Using What My Mama Gave Me'/><category term='Cows'/><category term='Going on a trip'/><category term='I&apos;m Still Here'/><category term='New Old Chair'/><category term='Need Your Opinion Please'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='D.C.'/><category term='Frustrated'/><category term='Cinderella Complex'/><category term='Countdown to Slumber Party'/><category term='Motherhood Moment'/><category term='Spring Cleaning'/><category term='Needed a break'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Decorating Fanatic</title><subtitle type='html'>A welcoming place to swap ideas, share stories and make a friend or two.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7295512170904890146</id><published>2009-04-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:05:00.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young girl bust'/><title type='text'>My Latest Acquisition....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt; Did a month really slip on by me since I last posted? My sincerest apologies! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - since my time off from blogging mainly meant that I was being totally self indulgent and spending my time engrossed in a series of books that I wasn't even bothering to eat/shower/clean house, let alone fight with my antiquated computer &amp;amp; try to post anything new for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a few emails this morning - telling me to get off my arse and post something ;) I realized I haven't shown you this little item that I have had on layaway for a few months. Told you it's easier to explain (or not!) to the hubby when things are on a payment plan! and he has yet to notice anyway...sigh...gotta love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329070711019458290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SfSpk7lAzvI/AAAAAAAABbE/ln7njMD27SY/s400/bust+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's from the late 1800's and I just fell in love with her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my thanks goes to Vanna, of course who unknowingly got me started on a new frenzy searching out "busts" - nope, I still can't say that with a straight face!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She was purchased on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RubyLane&lt;/span&gt; from a store called &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/dollmary"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DollMary&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;. Mary is the owner and was so willing to let me do layaway. She has many beautiful things listed and is a real sweetheart, so click on the link and stop on by her store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329070705742570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SfSpkn655ZI/AAAAAAAABa8/VoT5ax69VME/s400/bust+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't she pretty?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329070715865203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SfSplNoVA9I/AAAAAAAABbM/XIOJuOMyciY/s400/bust+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay - now that I am out of hibernation, I will be around to visit all of your blogs that I have missed these last few weeks. Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7295512170904890146?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7295512170904890146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7295512170904890146' title='134 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7295512170904890146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7295512170904890146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-latest-acquisition.html' title='My Latest Acquisition....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SfSpk7lAzvI/AAAAAAAABbE/ln7njMD27SY/s72-c/bust+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>134</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-5120445228139609371</id><published>2009-03-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:14:56.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><title type='text'>A Little Tour of Washington, D.C......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314220914600597266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_nxBC4VxI/AAAAAAAABVk/k3MwKTqRaRU/s400/0310091115.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my daughter on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial "holding" the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Washington Monument in her hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt; week my daughter, Mother and I went to Washington! My daughter was attending the Jr. National Young Leaders Conference. After a 4 a.m. ride to the airport and two hectic flights, I left my daughter at the airport with a few chaperone's &amp;amp; about 25 other kids who were patiently waiting for all attendees to arrive. Then my Mother and I headed out to our hotel in Bethesda, Maryland. I wouldn't see my daughter until 6 days later at the airport for our return flight home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With daily text messages &amp;amp; phone calls to my daughter, I knew she was doing well so it was time for my Mom &amp;amp; I to do our own sight seeing. We had a little rental car equipped with a GPS. our saving grace! we put almost 500 miles on it! The traffic is horrific, the freeways confusing and that wasn't even the commute hour! It would take us 60 minutes to go 12 miles! But we were footloose &amp;amp; fancy free, no schedules - so we went where we wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washington Monument in the distance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314199902459630386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_Up8uFkzI/AAAAAAAABUs/yaRoJhfSY-0/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314199913931662850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_UqndO5gI/AAAAAAAABU0/1OTpvF-3dWA/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;555 ft. tall... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314344374042465394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBYDTTllHI/AAAAAAAABXk/ZhAy4eE5QFY/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On to the Lincoln Memorial.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScAgUxH2hQI/AAAAAAAABVs/PkAXY7AU4O4/s1600-h/washington,D.C.+trip+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283101452928258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScAgUxH2hQI/AAAAAAAABVs/PkAXY7AU4O4/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Walking up the huge steps...look at how tiny the people are! It's massive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283114158757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScAgVgdKFxI/AAAAAAAABV0/TEYE_Uo_hYw/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283125806600594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScAgWL2OEZI/AAAAAAAABV8/jpJaSV5zGJM/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314315344283894402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScA9pjBzAoI/AAAAAAAABWM/2Y35lbwrzNA/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283131622879426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScAgWhg7cMI/AAAAAAAABWE/8CZ1IG25mXw/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my last post as I talked about my &lt;em&gt;"unsuitable California wardrobe"...&lt;/em&gt;well, I packed all my sweaters, turtlenecks &amp;amp; wool coat only to be hit with temps in the 70's! haaa! Locals kept telling us how lucky we were to have the nice weather when the previous week there had been snow. I just wish I had known beforehand - our typical California wear would have been way more appropriate! Instead I was doomed to carry around my wool jacket expecting freezing weather at any moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oops! ..how did that get in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314344360462926530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBYCgt-QsI/AAAAAAAABXM/CHS3MmlWUHY/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We took a tour of how the money is made but they wouldn't allow us to take pictures of the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314999058566790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKre9Nou4I/AAAAAAAABZs/RPM-8-YtQo8/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314999060665462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKrfFB_7mI/AAAAAAAABZ0/D3pjv5pMIEo/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A side view of the Jefferson Memorial....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314199918220950370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_Uq3b4O2I/AAAAAAAABU8/1piHwqloKEo/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the front steps....(can you see him standing in the background waiting?...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_UrAsEUpI/AAAAAAAABVE/hOHwQ3hDNRE/s1600-h/washington,D.C.+trip+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314199920704770706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_UrAsEUpI/AAAAAAAABVE/hOHwQ3hDNRE/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314577321378188082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScEr6nwYCzI/AAAAAAAABYE/h2qH_0np89k/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean that's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"monument"?....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315033145932687778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScLKfGi-qaI/AAAAAAAABZ8/a86zCsIdoxM/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it certainly was a sight to see..a full warehouse of antiques!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315033153365142114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScLKfiPA6mI/AAAAAAAABaE/WtZHKYzBpSE/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, looky here! The White House door bell.. "Ding Dong! We're here!" (ha! yeah right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314220890974025394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_nvpB3drI/AAAAAAAABVM/m_RFvTs5nl8/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314220904155337234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_nwaIiUhI/AAAAAAAABVU/Obi2570HJWw/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314220910909754210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_nwzS6i2I/AAAAAAAABVc/_YIHpee1a0w/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vietnam War Memorial...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314315358090777234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScA9qWdnUpI/AAAAAAAABWU/Km7nL4HZ7MY/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314315380309298434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScA9rpO7DQI/AAAAAAAABWc/6hN0LNQcWns/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314315389048129698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScA9sJybCKI/AAAAAAAABWk/HZQZqIWdFsQ/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314325515150384642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBG5kdVXgI/AAAAAAAABWs/iXa67cxZnvY/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314325529781043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBG6a9jgBI/AAAAAAAABW0/JHDCE9pfmuc/s400/downsized_0310091025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women's Memorial ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314325543788134066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBG7PJGvrI/AAAAAAAABXE/4HgzMk8386c/s400/downsized_0310091006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Korean War Memorial....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314325536401012498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBG6zn4NxI/AAAAAAAABW8/77CCo02FypM/s400/downsized_0310091048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Capitol Building...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314344367770486082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBYC78OxUI/AAAAAAAABXU/XgHEgXgbZsM/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314344376728610226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScBYDdUA5bI/AAAAAAAABXc/CZJHYamHo54/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh? did you think I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wouldn't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; go antiquing??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315033161175669202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScLKf_VMGdI/AAAAAAAABaM/DjTHsT1MJkc/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In Fredericksburg, a whole block of antique shops and yes, we had tea &amp;amp; a slice of pie in the "Tea Room"!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315033165083219394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScLKgN40lcI/AAAAAAAABaU/HBpsEc1qDJs/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arlington Cemetery.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314577293813232242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScEr5BEYMnI/AAAAAAAABXs/sU5MgH4qoNA/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something like 27 funerals a day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314577313601638018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScEr6KyTToI/AAAAAAAABX0/lGgmaYw2644/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314577322898830930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScEr6ta7NlI/AAAAAAAABX8/_Y-hwLRFt2A/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kennedy's Eternal Flame.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315059994251777042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScLi54VEVBI/AAAAAAAABac/CXFhSzecqFw/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Changing of the Guard at the unclaimed soldiers graves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314939571804318786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScJ1YXwQLEI/AAAAAAAABYc/xrNmDMQgkcc/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314939568672252594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScJ1YMFgorI/AAAAAAAABYU/pRMPjhtSGHg/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Amphitheater at the cemetery......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314939585872229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScJ1ZMKTc2I/AAAAAAAABYs/oC0hXkASNLQ/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314939574659032770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScJ1YiY3psI/AAAAAAAABYk/7NsNX09O4R4/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We saw 4 of the 19 Smithsonian Museums...(they say you can't see&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; in all 19 museums in your lifetime!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314969465720191330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKQkbRMuWI/AAAAAAAABY0/_4r6u_BXJgY/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this Lincoln exhibit was really memorable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314969463738183058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKQkT4prZI/AAAAAAAABY8/8QvjaEX22O8/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314969479690013474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKQlPT3SyI/AAAAAAAABZM/_EQkepw1mok/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314969469510313778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKQkpY1ZzI/AAAAAAAABZE/ynkIT0mCqwQ/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314999039290219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKrd1ZvmwI/AAAAAAAABZU/RqAlbl77lzk/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creepy head masks from their hangings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314999049301881074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKreastcPI/AAAAAAAABZc/jUwUJtcyK2w/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It really was an amazing trip. We walked our feet off. As for my daughter's experience. She would be taken on field trips during the day and classes at night, not getting back to her dorm room until 10:30 pm and would have to be up by 6:00 am ready to go the next morning - all with a 3 hour &lt;em&gt;(plus one hour daylight savings)&lt;/em&gt; time change! I kept asking "did you take a shower yet?" because I couldn't figure when they would have time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my daughter in front of the Supreme Court...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314999054360064978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScKretirM9I/AAAAAAAABZk/eatN6ByJ8-0/s400/0308091526a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She really enjoyed the experience, seeing the sights, making new friends and learning about the ups &amp;amp; downs, good &amp;amp; bad choices of past leaders. Needless to say she slept the entire first flight home! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The goodies I had to carry back on the plane!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315088651643561234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScL899bspRI/AAAAAAAABak/RVm5kfze0c8/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cups &amp;amp; Tray purchased separately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315088665961322370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScL8-yxUV4I/AAAAAAAABas/CGTvS_1FAK0/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A little needlepoint pillow...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315088666231919410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/ScL8-zx1UzI/AAAAAAAABa0/clNdLdJ4PxU/s400/washington,D.C.+trip+347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother and I really enjoyed the trip as well. These are only a few of the 300+ pictures I had taken. Though I wouldn't consider it a "vacation" &lt;em&gt;(i.e. no beach chairs &amp;amp; cocktails were involved on this trip!) &lt;/em&gt;it was very educational and awe-inspiring, I just wished I had paid better attention in history class when I was younger! ;) As for the boys left at home, they survived...but my house didn't! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my husband was so eager to point out that he did the laundry but he can't multitask so everything else - i.e. putting AWAY the laundry or the dishes, vacuuming didn't get done and I don't know what happened but I have the most mismatched sheets on my bed!?)... sigh... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-5120445228139609371?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5120445228139609371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=5120445228139609371' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5120445228139609371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5120445228139609371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-tour-of-washington-dc.html' title='A Little Tour of Washington, D.C......'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/Sb_nxBC4VxI/AAAAAAAABVk/k3MwKTqRaRU/s72-c/0310091115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-3596377677973392708</id><published>2009-03-06T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:50:16.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going on a trip'/><title type='text'>Going On A Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SbHsWqK-K4I/AAAAAAAABUk/NBA4jY4o2TI/s1600-h/white+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310285309668109186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SbHsWqK-K4I/AAAAAAAABUk/NBA4jY4o2TI/s400/white+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Helloooo&lt;/span&gt; Fellow Bloggers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry! I have been a bit busy these last few weeks. I was in tax crunch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H-E- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well you get the point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I am supposed to manage the books for my husband's landscape construction business..but whoops! time gets away from me (could be the blogging!) and I have to do in a few weeks time what I should be doing all year long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the oh-so-fun tax stuff - I have been getting ready to take my daughter to Washington, D.C. tomorrow! She is attending a &lt;strong&gt;Jr. National Young Leader's Conference&lt;/strong&gt;. Our flight is at 6:20 a.m which means we have to leave around 4 to get to the airport. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I basically have to hand my daughter over for 6 days and meet up with her again at the airport on the day we fly home. She will be staying in a dorm with other girls. She is ELEVEN &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(nearly 12),&lt;/span&gt; people! what was I thinking?! But I am dragging my Mother with us, so her and I will hit the historic sights and do our own tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course the weeks leading up to this time off for the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Woman of the House" &lt;/span&gt;means alot of preparation for &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"the boys"&lt;/span&gt; that will be left home alone! That's right, my boys are 9, 4 and 37! So I have been busy not only packing for myself, helping the daughter along with her suitcase (including a sleeping bag for an overnighter in a museum!) but laying out sets of clothing for my husband and two sons. You know men can't dress themselves, or use the washing machine either or cook anything other than Top Ramen noodle soup &amp;amp; scrambled eggs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat there admist my empty suitcase, miserably looking at my mound of unsuitable &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CALIFORNIA&lt;/span&gt; clothing to be headed into what they said was 12 degrees in D.C. last week - tieing up loose ends of school needs (juiceboxes for school party &amp;amp; independent study forms) trying to decipher the crumpled up, washed &amp;amp; dried receipts for our taxes - scrounging through the loose sock bin in search of enough pairs of socks to last "the boys" through the maids (i.e. ME) time off - it really hit me that I will have 6 days off of not doing ANYTHING for ANYONE but ME! YIPEE!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will be enjoying this next week - whether the sun is shining or not in D.C. and will hopefully have pictures to post for you then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-3596377677973392708?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3596377677973392708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=3596377677973392708' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3596377677973392708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3596377677973392708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-on-trip.html' title='Going On A Trip!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SbHsWqK-K4I/AAAAAAAABUk/NBA4jY4o2TI/s72-c/white+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7005204095183810122</id><published>2009-02-20T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:32:23.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cows'/><title type='text'>The Cows Came Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304757045540826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ5IbVc2LjI/AAAAAAAABSk/m35_kDci6aw/s400/cows%26easter+decor+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; I am... without a thing in the world to post about. I haven't been out antiquing, refinishing, rearranging or any other "ing". As I browse around from blog to blog, oohing and aahing over the latest vignettes, tablescapes and flea market finds, all filled with such inspiration and here I am drawing a blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So until I can get out of this blogger's block...this is the best I can come up with....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COWS&lt;/span&gt;. yep. cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304757050412400082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ5IbnmUfdI/AAAAAAAABS0/ohGVxpSs7gs/s400/cows%26easter+decor+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We raise cattle and most days, I am oblivious to them as they just seem to become part of the landscape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304970368131200194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ8KcWBu9MI/AAAAAAAABT0/rc0zxWddP6Q/s400/artwork+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304970363175151474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ8KcDkHp3I/AAAAAAAABTs/U78f7CU4_g0/s400/artwork+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304949030501404386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ73CVKWzuI/AAAAAAAABTk/EltosYqZlGs/s400/artwork+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304935051500311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ7qUpUx1FI/AAAAAAAABS8/9rx56oyy6ws/s400/artwork+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whoops! How did those get in here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other days I am most annoyed for they usually find an opening in the fencing to come eat our apple trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304757039310442194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ5Ia-PaDtI/AAAAAAAABSU/-3ZyWHvlnI8/s400/cows%26easter+decor+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And alot of the time - I am REALLY &lt;em&gt;mad&lt;/em&gt; for the wandering calf who causes his Mama to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOO&lt;/span&gt; all night long calling for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304757048601396930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ5Ibg2ixsI/AAAAAAAABSs/TVsaHCQ99Mo/s400/cows%26easter+decor+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't pay any attention to them at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304935062783996498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ7qVTXBMlI/AAAAAAAABTU/6EGeox2RnXY/s400/artwork+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I mean, sure they &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;CUTE when they are little....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304757041339896370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ5IbFzREjI/AAAAAAAABSc/x_gd400AB70/s400/cows%26easter+decor+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I don't spend my free time thinking about them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304935060157079586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ7qVJktoCI/AAAAAAAABTM/KvBEwJ4w97Q/s400/artwork+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean just because we live on a ranch.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305003412008611714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ8ofwECL4I/AAAAAAAABUc/KONroC8RAp8/s400/cows%26easter+decor+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305003409174975426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ8oflgcU8I/AAAAAAAABUM/M6gjd8uN3UY/s400/cows%26easter+decor+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't make me a "COWgirl" or anything....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304949025155058594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ73CBPsC6I/AAAAAAAABTc/_LhACW1_Wv8/s400/artwork+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So nope, I never give them a second thought....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304970368498231394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ8KcXZPaGI/AAAAAAAABT8/fqOUur2rVBc/s400/artwork+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or glance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304980734689970530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ8T3wd8iWI/AAAAAAAABUE/rXGwesUTDqQ/s400/red+room+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just keeping my thoughts strictly on making my home as cozy as can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304935054165924306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ7qUzQT2dI/AAAAAAAABTE/Nd8uKOfIMHE/s400/artwork+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until I can get past this mental block, forgive me the pictures of the bovine group. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305003412528541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ8ofx__rwI/AAAAAAAABUU/fIUQuN1AfHA/s400/cows%26easter+decor+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7005204095183810122?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7005204095183810122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7005204095183810122' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7005204095183810122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7005204095183810122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/02/cows-came-home.html' title='The Cows Came Home...'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZ5IbVc2LjI/AAAAAAAABSk/m35_kDci6aw/s72-c/cows%26easter+decor+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-5932213675726413233</id><published>2009-02-17T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:04:51.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did &lt;/span&gt;you miss me? We went on a little road trip a few weeks ago. Didn't want to announce it allover the internet before hand that I was leaving my house for a few days but we took the kids to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;DISNEYLAND! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301963891489030866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZRcEXwmwtI/AAAAAAAABQM/mjmzBj5czEg/s400/disneyland09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left our little town and headed out for the 5 hour drive south.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304289442433839218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZyfJQIfsHI/AAAAAAAABRc/IqxaOjRjYEs/s400/disneyland09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Grandma got the lucky job of entertaining the four year old on the way!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304289447689107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZyfJjtcuEI/AAAAAAAABRk/EVPJYo5H_2c/s400/disneyland09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the older two had 3 days worth of Independent Study to complete &amp;amp; movies to keep them entertained - which do you think they did more of?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All month long we had been having 70-80 degree weather..only to arrive in Southern CA with storms looming on the forecast! The first day it was beautiful weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301963886875567458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZRcEGkq5WI/AAAAAAAABQE/ZOPJ1pXPe6s/s400/disneyland09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301963883633306962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZRcD6fp7VI/AAAAAAAABP8/2NIP4LiuUVE/s400/disneyland09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it wasn't so beautiful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301986193176022210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZRwWgBITMI/AAAAAAAABQU/DI3jpQNkk4E/s400/disneyland09+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301986201834438386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZRwXARdPvI/AAAAAAAABQc/xpc_au_0Q0M/s400/disneyland09+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301986208321134306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZRwXYcAXuI/AAAAAAAABQk/e5TGnWE-nxY/s400/disneyland09+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I'll bet the most purchased "souvenir" that week from Disneyland was their ponchos!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we made the most of our trip. It definitely made the park less crowded! And we even got to go on rides continuously without leaving our seats! What's a little water from Splash Mountain when you are getting poured on anyway right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304306048725920706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZyuP3ZDq8I/AAAAAAAABSM/yNm4vq9ECsk/s320/splashmt..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Do you see the small patch of blue in front of my husband? that's the four year old! ha!  )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a little "Goofiness" from Goofy's Kitchen where we got to breakfast with many characters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304257962490419954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZyCg4NHWvI/AAAAAAAABQ0/RF3FrFs19ag/s400/disneyland09+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304295049644709698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZykPonvl0I/AAAAAAAABR0/6mIZ76p2XC0/s400/disneyland09+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304257967716813186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZyChLrLyYI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GWk_EydwazY/s400/disneyland09+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304271316971349138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZyOqNhe5JI/AAAAAAAABRU/Lek1XUXPUcs/s400/disneyland09+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the kids being older - we got to go on more of the main attractions, like Indiana Jones, Star Tours &amp;amp; crazy "California SCREAMING" rollercoaster over at the California Grand Adventure park. And SCREAM I did! While the kids begged for more, I would have to pop wads of peppermint gum in my mouth to counteract my queasy stomach. When the husband and I were off doing the "wild" rides with the older two kids, Grandma would take the youngest to the more tame side of the parks. After a while, "It's a Small World" was about all I could handle! When did I get old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304289453612786066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZyfJ5xw4ZI/AAAAAAAABRs/1_S7QaevSio/s400/disneyland09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I only posted a few pictures &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I took 158!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to save me frustration of my antiquated dial up internet system &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it takes me days to upload pictures!!!)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; this was the first time of many visits at Disneyland that we didn't want to leave the Magical Kingdom. We truly had a wonderful time, bad weather and all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-5932213675726413233?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5932213675726413233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=5932213675726413233' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5932213675726413233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5932213675726413233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-trip.html' title='ROAD TRIP'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SZRcEXwmwtI/AAAAAAAABQM/mjmzBj5czEg/s72-c/disneyland09+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-2743148778989339422</id><published>2009-01-30T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:30:51.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood Moment'/><title type='text'>Motherhood Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt; I brag for a moment...? This sweet, young girl is my 11 year old daughter. Today she is dressed up for GREEK Day at school. We had to sew up this costume and make a Greek food dish &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(we made Greek Almond Tea Cakes&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; to bring in. She also had to make a Greek mask and will be acting out a small skit with a few other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SYNIa8q2jEI/AAAAAAAABO8/xDIKL7rHnBo/s1600-h/newcamera+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157214517496898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SYNIa8q2jEI/AAAAAAAABO8/xDIKL7rHnBo/s400/newcamera+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They will be doing Greek Olympics today - good luck with everyone dressed like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157216666610834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SYNIbErPbJI/AAAAAAAABPE/IaEBsg16Cwo/s400/newcamera+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had to set the alarm a little early today to manage the hairdo! Hard to see but the updo portion is braided and coiled into a loose bun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157223609057186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SYNIbeicv6I/AAAAAAAABPM/ZQVoH8jCYS4/s400/newcamera+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costume was simple enough to make but a bit more challenging when you have a houseful of sick patients and are stuffed up yourself! Yes, we have been hit with some virus that keeps circulating around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bragging part of this post is not about the outfit but the special little girl wearing it. Not only is she smart, earning all A+'s, but her inner beauty just makes her shine &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my husband and I like to "argue" on who she resembles most!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Her caring heart &amp;amp; compassion has given her many friendships  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this little girl will draw a bath, lay out my pj's &amp;amp; make me a cup of tea just because she wants to pamper me - oh, I am welling up now!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and her quiet confidence &amp;amp; composure has allowed her to challenge herself and face any fears &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(she will be attending a Jr.Nat'l Young Leaders Conf. in Wash.D.C.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We feel truly blessed with our special girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please indulge me...I am having a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proud Motherhood Moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297183947173770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SYNgu_kxtoI/AAAAAAAABPU/_UTJoZ-m-6Q/s400/newcamera+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-2743148778989339422?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2743148778989339422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=2743148778989339422' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2743148778989339422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2743148778989339422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/motherhood-moment.html' title='Motherhood Moment'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SYNIa8q2jEI/AAAAAAAABO8/xDIKL7rHnBo/s72-c/newcamera+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-117112575571512355</id><published>2009-01-26T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:34:51.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rate My Space'/><title type='text'>I've been bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; a confession to make.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...(gulp)..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've Strayed!!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reposted pictures over at RMS. I feel like a &lt;em&gt;traitor &lt;/em&gt;to Blogland! But hear me out... For over a year I had password trouble - no matter how many ways I had tried - I could not get access to my rooms. But now - for some reason, I was suddenly receiving emails of new comments on my spaces. It had been nearly a year since any comments had been emailed to me. When I went over to check them out, I was aghast at how outdated my rooms were! Even laughing at how &lt;em&gt;"naked"&lt;/em&gt; they looked without all my current homey touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Before~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295686897577995426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4PLPPTrKI/AAAAAAAABNI/TxZ50c4o_5g/s400/sitting+room+revised+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haa! Oh go ahead - you can laugh too, I won't hear you!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a little playing around - got my password reinstated and I figured I would just update my rooms and be on my way, right? Welllllll, it took me two days to upload pictures &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you remember my internet issues from before..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then while on RMS, I noticed the whole style layout is completely different and now you can't use exclaimation points&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I mean really? that's supposed to stop the fighting?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But by then it was too late - I was in too deep.... there I was checking every 10 minutes to see if I had a new comment or a better rating. I am ashamed to admit I got SUCKED IN AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295686894044830898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4PLCE73LI/AAAAAAAABNQ/KgmN8udU82k/s400/sitting+room+revised+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(before adding green checked trim to the curtains, raising the curtain rods or buying the red armchair &amp;amp; sisal rug - phew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~After~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794368932042178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX5w65O1VcI/AAAAAAAABO0/gtv2bkef2Dg/s400/newcamera+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I figured I had grown up enough to not care what anyone thought, to not be disappointed when I started to receive negative comments. I was beyond that, right? I mean, I decorate for myself &amp;amp; my family, not for some faceless person with a name of "9678011" right?...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Before~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295692343658471458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4UIPeE4CI/AAAAAAAABNY/bzFx8D3MHOA/s400/kitchen3+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(before I even glazed my cabinets or added extra trim to them -see if you notice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~After~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295700578418351506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4bnkV03ZI/AAAAAAAABN4/O6uhyQNPgCA/s400/red+room+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! As much as I tried convincing myself that nobody elses opinion matters - it still hurts to hear (read) someone saying to "declutter" (did I title my room "Minimalist"..?? No!)...sigh... when will I ever learn? And don't even get me started on those ratings! To think someone hates your room so much that they would give you the lowest possible score so that you couldn't possibly rate even a "Good" room? To not even find one redeemable quality in your decorating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Before~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295692348068861010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4UIf5mFFI/AAAAAAAABNg/Cd_xMEieqRo/s400/kitchen3+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no window benches &amp;amp; before my rooster plant died!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~After~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794364933536562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX5w6qVg-zI/AAAAAAAABOs/3D2zGqrH-oo/s400/newcamera+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do those faceless people know the time &amp;amp; effort and hours of shopping &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, &lt;strong&gt;that part&lt;/strong&gt; was fun!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the arranging &amp;amp; rearranging of furniture? The wrestling with my sewing machine? The dust &amp;amp; toxic fumes I inhaled while refinishing furniture? The arguments my husband and I had over building those window benches?.. But not everyone is bad on RMS. There were a few well wishers with some real compliments - but why do the bad remarks always erase those good ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Before~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295699153465225682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4aUn-hsdI/AAAAAAAABNo/TBobnWmUyYE/s400/inside+house+2+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(before refinishing table &amp;amp; chairs or building window bench or even curtains!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~After~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295712222426438642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4mNVpsG_I/AAAAAAAABOM/8qvBnju5bck/s400/newcamera+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its perhaps I gained so much more acceptance from fellow bloggers that I thought RMS would somehow be different this time around....but some things never change...including the same kitchen posted on the main page under "Most Viewed".&lt;em&gt; Come on people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Before~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295699162221196738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4aVImHNcI/AAAAAAAABNw/skQaFnOqE1g/s400/inside+house+2+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Look!.. No piano, screen or wingbacks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~After~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295712228175960226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4mNrEe2KI/AAAAAAAABOU/yJercfdtip0/s400/newcamera+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So while my rooms are still posted on RMS, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what are you crazy? it took me &lt;strong&gt;TWO DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; to upload all those photos!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I vow never to stray again...I found the comfort &amp;amp; reassurance I was looking for right here in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BLOGLAND&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; some good things that came out of RMS - I got to meet some of you there :)....and I never would have taken so many "BEFORE" pictures to laugh over &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now if you'll excuse me,...I am off to declutter my rooms....... &lt;em&gt;Just Kidding!&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;**P.S. - All of your comments mean the world to me! I know this subject hits a nerve and I really appreciate all of you taking the time to comment &amp;amp; boost my spirits! I will be by to visit with all of you &amp;amp; see those lovely blogs &amp;amp; pictures that are calling to me.... &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;I sew my daughter's Greek costume &amp;amp; make a food dish for school! ....sigh....can't wait for summer...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remind me I said that when I start complaining &lt;em&gt;then. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-117112575571512355?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/117112575571512355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=117112575571512355' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/117112575571512355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/117112575571512355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-bad.html' title='I&apos;ve been bad...'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SX4PLPPTrKI/AAAAAAAABNI/TxZ50c4o_5g/s72-c/sitting+room+revised+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-8783482655742633092</id><published>2009-01-22T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:23:15.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine'/><title type='text'>Giving The Husband A Hint....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXkk4Cm8WwI/AAAAAAAABKs/j-IShUVYh_M/s1600-h/carlos+work+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294303382142212866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXkk4Cm8WwI/AAAAAAAABKs/j-IShUVYh_M/s400/carlos+work+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you think&lt;/span&gt; this is a subtle hint that Valentine's Day is coming? I know it's a bit early but I wanted to give my husband plenty of time to notice. Remember ~ he's a bit oblivious of his surroundings...but he's a good guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294303388173228482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXkk4ZE2WcI/AAAAAAAABK0/wsBTApfyaLk/s400/carlos+work+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this cherub was reg $49.99 - I paid $14.99 @ Jo-ann's After Holiday sale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294330876366886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXk94ak7FNI/AAAAAAAABK8/2TqM3iQI-PM/s400/carlos+work+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I updated my "faux" flowers a bit for some "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" colors. Don't you just adore those little sparkly hearts!?.. &amp;amp; the candles smell sooo good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry not too much to post.. started way too many "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Spring Cleaning&lt;/span&gt;" projects all at once that now I am a bit overwhelmed!! Also the kids have been keeping me busy with their school projects ...speaking of kids, looky what I found as I was loading my pictures into the computer just now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294330881523824546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXk94tybt6I/AAAAAAAABLE/BuqKyoldAqs/s400/carlos+work+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294347481054340850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXlM-726ZvI/AAAAAAAABLM/x2peT6SAruA/s400/carlos+work+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294347482902332882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXlM_CvghdI/AAAAAAAABLU/0ULjZ8DMDC4/s400/carlos+work+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294347494857529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXlM_vR2WFI/AAAAAAAABLc/MbEdr-6e7ew/s400/carlos+work+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's from the 4 year old. Sneaky little guy figured out how to turn on my new camera &amp;amp; take a picture faster than I did! Give him some time and I bet his pictures will turn out better than mine too. Have a great weekend! :) ~ &lt;em&gt;P.S. - Bo at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blinksnwinksfrombrown-eyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blinks n Winks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; nicknamed my little guy "Cherub" I think that's so appropriate - not only because he loves to run around in his underwear with his little cherub belly hanging out but he does bring love &amp;amp; joy to all of us around him! Thanks Bo!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-8783482655742633092?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8783482655742633092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=8783482655742633092' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8783482655742633092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8783482655742633092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/giving-husband-hint.html' title='Giving The Husband A Hint....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SXkk4Cm8WwI/AAAAAAAABKs/j-IShUVYh_M/s72-c/carlos+work+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-4528955071520232210</id><published>2009-01-12T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:55:37.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Old Chair'/><title type='text'>A Little Project...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went looking&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for an armchair to use in our Dining &amp;amp; Living room. I found this one in an antique store for around $65. It had a pretty carved back and was nice &amp;amp; sturdy..but the finish was kind of worn, the upholstery a bit stained and the "fruit wood" tone wasn't what I had in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290256612649750258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrEXDemTvI/AAAAAAAABI0/9cR7jSmFJIA/s400/newcamera+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neither was hand-sanding for about an hour! But I had a burst of energy &amp;amp; sudden urge to start this project late on Saturday evening and didn't want to venture out in the dark in search of the electric sander. At about this point, I was questioning my sanity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did I want to do this again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290256621503446770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrEXkde_vI/AAAAAAAABI8/gJAQMJRvzAE/s400/newcamera+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But after a coat of Mahogany stain, my faith was renewed in what I was doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....(*note to self - buy more latex gloves &amp;amp; hide them even better than the last time so kids don't find them and use them as balloons and you don't walk around with "mechanic's hands"* yes, I have pretty grimy fingers!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290268977491715698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrPmyGppnI/AAAAAAAABJE/lGbPJBDj5qU/s400/newcamera+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then on to the upholstery. I didn't want to take the time to undo 500 staples on the old fabric and I was a little leery of what I might find underneath in lieu of padding. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(One antique bench I had reupholstered had horse hair in it! Ick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Don't think this chair is all that old but I wasn't taking any chances! I just applied a new layer of cotton batting over the old upholstery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290268984182968082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrPnLB-DxI/AAAAAAAABJM/zaIRQRw9gMk/s400/newcamera+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then my new fabric ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290283652334038946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrc8-JtL6I/AAAAAAAABJU/RuBlXZH--7I/s400/newcamera+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After allowing the stain to dry in the sun the next morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(we had 70+ degree weather in CA this weekend!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I re-attached the seat and Voila! My kind of project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290302281844674514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrt5WfKT9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/bqiH_UuG4uQ/s400/newcamera+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been playing around with its placement in the room and found it to be very versatile! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290302291556806418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrt56qtrxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/6P0A-lzOLqE/s400/newcamera+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over here by the window bench...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290283653998295058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrc9EWfuBI/AAAAAAAABJc/CUFA0rrfstc/s400/newcamera+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or brought over for Piano enjoyment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294013726241298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrmYFWHMhI/AAAAAAAABJk/a3IRQkviElg/s400/newcamera+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or neatly tucked away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294017196845682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrmYSRkanI/AAAAAAAABJs/05mr21DMjPk/s400/newcamera+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you think......? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and since you are already here ;) let me show you just one or two little things that I added to combat the "No More Christmas Decor" blahs that I had previously mentioned in another post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black rectangular tray on the end is new. Who needs food on a buffet when you can "feast" your eyes on this? ;) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Doesn't work so well on my husband...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290310897542676050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWr1u2dovlI/AAAAAAAABKE/mpIGoL_ymxQ/s400/newcamera+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's smaller companion on the piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290310903351126082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWr1vMGeqEI/AAAAAAAABKM/ndeWmz2yj8g/s400/newcamera+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that cute little rose plate for $5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290319277479452482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWr9WoKQX0I/AAAAAAAABKU/7NpI-RHzAHk/s400/newcamera+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's it! Thanks for stopping by.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290319280888615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWr9W03EElI/AAAAAAAABKc/SjXpM3jVK6I/s400/newcamera+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-4528955071520232210?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4528955071520232210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=4528955071520232210' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4528955071520232210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4528955071520232210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-project.html' title='A Little Project...'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWrEXDemTvI/AAAAAAAABI0/9cR7jSmFJIA/s72-c/newcamera+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-6262399767187156431</id><published>2009-01-11T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:39:51.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sibling Rivalry'/><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My older two&lt;/span&gt; children (daughter, 11 &amp;amp; son 9) fight &amp;amp; bicker terribly. They argue from the time we wake, all the way to school in the car, upon picking them up -we aren't even out of the school parking lot and the teachers are getting an earful - mainly from me hollering for them to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Knock it off!! I'm trying to drive!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It always made me wonder why car manufacturers don't make that "limo driver window" in minivans or suburbans so Mom's don't hear all the wracket from the backseat and can safely drive their brood home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290198212807506930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWqPPvHMO_I/AAAAAAAABIs/mp5H2U1AIm4/s400/isabel%26gabeEaster2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two, when they were younger were like buddies. Only two years apart but little &lt;strong&gt;"Bubba"&lt;/strong&gt; would run to &lt;strong&gt;"Sissy"&lt;/strong&gt; for hugs if he got in trouble or hurt. She was his other mother. Now this fighting has become habitual &amp;amp; normal and I was envisioning them grown &amp;amp; having to divide up the holidays spent at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290198205997931650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWqPPVvqXII/AAAAAAAABIk/B6jHtYa7rp4/s400/isabel%26gabedisneyland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this morning, when another explosive moment was happening and I am in the midst of tears, wails &amp;amp; moans of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He jumped on my bed when I was sleeping!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She kicked me in the stomach!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inspiration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;struck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said in my most authoritive voice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's it! Both of you hug each other right now &amp;amp; apologize!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..but wait til I get my camera first!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(ha-ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They both got this stunned look, kind of like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"deer in headlights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; expression. My daughters teary face actually started to laugh and we had to put up with gagging noises from the 9 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are those tender moments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290183253989124962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWqBpBK962I/AAAAAAAABH0/kmdkva3gxZQ/s400/newcamera+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My daughter is always eager to pose for pictures... 2 minutes before she was crying her eyes out!..go figure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290183265707216194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWqBps0xzUI/AAAAAAAABH8/_fONjtxniww/s400/newcamera+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eww! Cooties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290194261455869138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWqLpvLjFNI/AAAAAAAABIE/muoQKQMqEtg/s400/newcamera+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owwww! So painful the 9 year old collapsed! My daughter looks like she is sniffing an odor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290194269925514498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWqLqOu3nQI/AAAAAAAABIM/ye2BbxHOUDA/s400/newcamera+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awww! The good ole' days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know it worked...at least for the time being. After this, they actually &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AGREED&lt;/span&gt; to play a Wii game together and I could hear them "asking" each other for things instead of demanding or taking control. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt; Now I know I have to wield this new found power carefully so as not to abuse it's use, only reserving it for those special times - but I saw a mini miracle today! So if any of you have bickering children whom you want to sell to the gypsies, try this tactic first &amp;amp; let me know if it works for you. We, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mothers&lt;/span&gt; have to stick together! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-6262399767187156431?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6262399767187156431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=6262399767187156431' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/6262399767187156431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/6262399767187156431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWqPPvHMO_I/AAAAAAAABIs/mp5H2U1AIm4/s72-c/isabel%26gabeEaster2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-4909286581798850784</id><published>2009-01-08T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:36:45.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finally'/><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLY COW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post was a week long in the making! Sure in the beginning,&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; going to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;sheepishly&lt;/span&gt; apologize for taking so long on updating my blog. I had gotten caught up in the holidays and how wonderful it felt to be in pj's and to read a book! I lounged around, ate chocolate, read a few novels, ate some more chocolate.....&lt;em&gt;(this week I started a Pilate's class to combat all that indulging and now can barely move my legs! :)&lt;/em&gt; But then when I finally stopped hibernating, I found that I couldn't post.. no matter how many ways I tried ! It literally took DAYS to upload a few photos. It would sit there for hours - sometimes I got lucky and it actually posted them and then others all that time was wasted and I would have to start over...agonizing frustration! Agh! was ready to tear my hair out! But anyway here I am...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um, just don't expect another post from me too soon...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We so enjoyed our holidays and I really did like having the kids home - even with their bickering &amp;amp; squabbling, but they were "mine" for two weeks. Aside from a few &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must Attend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday parties and play dates, our schedule was pretty carefree (i.e. no homework or parent volunteering). But I foolishly thought that they would be entertained with all their new gadgets &amp;amp; gizmos from Santa. Whatever was I thinking...? They are back in school this week...I suspect there are a few &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;out there from THE MOM's. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband's a good guy...but he most often is clueless as to what to buy me for Christmas. He pretty much gives me free rein to buy what I need or want for the house. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Even the time I was only going in to get an oil change and ended up coming home with a brand new car..um...surprise!! (well it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a good deal, we had just had our third child and needed more room..see how convincing I am?) But getting back to him, he knows I have specific taste in clothing (though I get the usual new pj's &amp;amp; robe for Christmas!) and of course I am particular about the house decor so I usually end up with a pretty pair of earrings or another gold watch (I mean sweetheart how many arms do I have!?) that I don't get dressed up &amp;amp; go out often enough to wear. I know, I know, my mother would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;appalled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I would think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;JEWELERY&lt;/span&gt; wasn't very exciting and I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;love jewelery but I usually don't wear these &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Baubles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unless it's Christmas. But this year was different...He got me a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I don't know what clued him in that I was in dire need of one. Maybe it was the tape holding the batteries in...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438089449544594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWRObEpJG5I/AAAAAAAABE8/KO1YSVrQkII/s400/newcamera+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe the fact that the symbols on the turn dial had completely worn off and it was always a gamble as to what function the camera was in..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438104684977442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWROb9ZjXSI/AAAAAAAABFE/zVeZAwD1aYQ/s400/newcamera+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the funny thing was, that I unknowingly WRAPPED MY OWN GIFT! Yep, the clever man hid the camera box inside of a another box with "Fuel Pump" or something equally uninteresting to me on the front and claimed it was a gift for his brother and would I mind wrapping it for him...? It's probably because the jewelery store does wrap jobs and my husband has never had to bother! Imagine my surprise as I went to open this package...I thought my husband had flipped his lid and was giving me something unromantic. Not that a camera typically exudes those warm, fuzzy feelings...but I was happy that he had paid attention! Yay honey!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438119417199234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWROc0R_OoI/AAAAAAAABFM/jTSz1Uw3S1I/s400/newcamera+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway - he did good! It's got the simple 'point &amp;amp; shoot' or the more elaborate manual focus/shutter speed/aperture stuff on it that I still am trying to figure out but am having fun learning... but it's not too overboard for a beginner. As you may be aware of the difficulty I have had in years past of trying to get the kids to sit still long enough for pictures, I have been "staging" my home decor! They make much easier subjects! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On New Years Eve, after going out for some Chinese food, I got in the mood to take down all the Christmas decor. Even had to send the husband out to Target at 8pm for some more storage tubs! There was some decorations you all didn't get to see as I got too busy to post those last few days before Christmas. We had another tree set up in the &lt;em&gt;Study&lt;/em&gt;. But taking it all down was a good way to pass the time until midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288990840314160674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZFJaE4ZiI/AAAAAAAABF8/dp-Olz01yO0/s400/newcamera+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288990855808969602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZFKTzIa4I/AAAAAAAABGE/DyagtlvXSao/s400/newcamera+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then you know how empty your house looks after all the glitz is gone? Just so sad and lonely? Well I have a remedy for that. I always buy a little something and save it for after the holidays. Some new candles, maybe a new plant or a pretty plate to display to perk things up. So taking my new camera I went about the house snapping away. See if you spot anything new...Lord knows my husband doesn't! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289029731118433970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZohJnLRrI/AAAAAAAABGs/5jgHl8KmaCw/s400/newcamera+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fully grasp that my husband doesn't notice a whole lot...this little sofa table, was being stored under our bed - it comes apart. My husband watched me carry this piece by piece downstairs (he was laying on the bed watching tv at the time!) and it still took 3 days with me finally pointing it out for him to "notice" it!..see what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289058135296825266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWaCWfbB17I/AAAAAAAABHg/J-75X16a6Dw/s400/newcamera+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043208795113538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZ0xp3syEI/AAAAAAAABG8/s2PpyrkekH4/s400/newcamera+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This heavy guy I hand carried back all the way from Paris.....Paris Hotel in Las Vegas that is! :) Took a real quick trip the first week in December and he caught my eye. It sort of shocked the airline security. They didn't know what it was, especially wrapped up for protection in my pink Pj's in a shopping bag! (hey, either my pj's or a hotel towel and my conscience wouldn't let me do &lt;em&gt;that!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043217857842786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZ0yLobDmI/AAAAAAAABHE/tcyyEGzxzKQ/s400/newcamera+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More Christmas Decor.....sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289058111727083650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWaCVHnkIII/AAAAAAAABHM/3WimfqKtBis/s400/newcamera+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a cake plate! But it was sooo cute! I like to keep my kitchen counters clear and this room is open to the kitchen so...why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289058121164160322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWaCVqxifUI/AAAAAAAABHU/Z65sILRCHIE/s400/newcamera+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the front entry - no more garland or stockings...phew! that was hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289029721008460418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZogj8xUoI/AAAAAAAABGk/Rv_VbvX92dE/s400/newcamera+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This little lady was inspired from &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"VANNA&lt;/span&gt;" at &lt;a href="http://lvroftiques.blogspot.com/"&gt;Delusions of Grandeur &lt;/a&gt;and her amazing "Bust" (can I keep a straight face?) collection. ;) If you haven't seen how beautiful they are &amp;amp; her home is...GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043188585210498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZ0welSIoI/AAAAAAAABG0/t50py8FsMyk/s400/newcamera+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289062508624972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWaGVDVtjAI/AAAAAAAABHs/rPF2cK6yQvM/s400/newcamera+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looky here's another one.....just a little reproduction but she exudes romance! And those new candles (&amp;amp; holders) smell delicious and I haven't even lit them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289029713293756722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWZogHNcSTI/AAAAAAAABGc/6sPFR8J9rP4/s400/newcamera+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well that's almost it..working on a little something that I picked up at an Antique shop for the dining room but that will be another post. Hopefully we won't have to wait as long though..thanks for being patient with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-4909286581798850784?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4909286581798850784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=4909286581798850784' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4909286581798850784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4909286581798850784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SWRObEpJG5I/AAAAAAAABE8/KO1YSVrQkII/s72-c/newcamera+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-5019196792011135593</id><published>2009-01-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:38:38.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration Part II'/><title type='text'>Frustration Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello Again Friends&lt;/span&gt;...yes, I am still having trouble uploading pictures. I received an error message code. Now if you go to Blogger Help Center - you can input this code and see if anyone else is having the same problem and yep indeedy, there are quite a few!  Blogger claims to be working on it.... So while this is still frustrating to me - at least I know it's not something I am doing wrong!  But thank you everyone for leaving me little encouraging comments and helpful tips. It's nice knowing I am missed!! :)   As soon as I can upload pictures - I will finally publish my post!  So now I will just come around and visit all of you!  ~ Laurie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-5019196792011135593?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5019196792011135593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=5019196792011135593' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5019196792011135593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5019196792011135593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustration-part-ii.html' title='Frustration Part II'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-2959491075966900881</id><published>2009-01-04T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:07:06.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Fellow Blogger Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying since Friday evening to upload pictures to blogger. It shows that it's uploading pictures but sits there...and sits there...and sits there. I have even gone to take a shower and come back to it still "claiming" to be uploading my pictures.  I even tried to do it one picture at a time and it still won't work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perusing '&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers'&lt;/strong&gt; help pages but can't get the page to open where I can complain! Do you feel my pain!?  If anyone has any ideas or suggestions....(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sniff, sniff) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My blog is doomed to live in Christmas past forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay...I am here...waiting....for...help....:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-2959491075966900881?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2959491075966900881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=2959491075966900881' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2959491075966900881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2959491075966900881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustrated.html' title='FRUSTRATED!!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-4934548178448432623</id><published>2008-12-14T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:59:00.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Challenges of a Christmas Card'/><title type='text'>The Challenges of a Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279803453703870530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWhRH3mWEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qwJ0zptXIW4/s400/xmas+card08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The tradition&lt;/span&gt; started back 11 years ago with my 1st child. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Photo Christmas Card&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855613489662578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXQtONnSnI/AAAAAAAABBU/I3LGKT9wtTU/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855614747197874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXQtS5bwbI/AAAAAAAABBc/gvyn8qTKEko/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt; later she had to share the spotlight with her younger brother. A bit more challenging but still I found many ways to make our card unique each year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847883179644162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXJrQkFVQI/AAAAAAAABBE/nES8DJ_C3vE/s400/gabe%26isabelxmas1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847882286281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXJrNPFsgI/AAAAAAAABA8/VJTn4N7EJkA/s400/gabe%26isabelxmas2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855607208230978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXQs20AQEI/AAAAAAAABBM/XwPI15Y-t3U/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847875594852482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXJq0TumII/AAAAAAAABA0/dynIuICh158/s400/isabel%26gabecow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;........5 years later came the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THIRD CHILD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2004....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year - a piece of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279846355335397090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXISU5oPuI/AAAAAAAABAs/jc4tq4h6bN4/s400/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2005....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A bit more challenging.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836969209669794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUW_v-23qKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/fUhcrCrPcCM/s400/xmascard2005+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865533034061218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXZunZS3aI/AAAAAAAABBs/zgBRquL88v4/s400/xmascard2005+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836971726877346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUW_wIPBMqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Gs0GaQHVFh4/s400/xmascard2005+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865533584377250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXZupcgBaI/AAAAAAAABB0/E6hIxyoc8qQ/s400/xmascard2005+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865546983440178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXZvbXFfzI/AAAAAAAABCE/IIrmZ8kLR3Q/s400/xmascard2005+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836974171137714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUW_wRVxprI/AAAAAAAAA_8/O4g5zkHw2ew/s400/xmascard2005+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell my middle child looks thrilled that he's NOT the one causing my frustration as the youngest tries to sneak away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865537608086770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXZu4b09PI/AAAAAAAABB8/1dGjtBy_70Q/s400/xmascard2005+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uh Oh! Youngest didn't like being plopped back down for the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836980742475010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUW_wp0gTQI/AAAAAAAABAE/45bqTihei7c/s400/xmascard2005+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had to distract him with the talking santa....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865550341465250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXZvn3s5KI/AAAAAAAABCM/fAeDQO-oMnI/s400/xmascard2005+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just love that he looks thoroughly terrorized in the final picture...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836959736903970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUW_vbkYuSI/AAAAAAAAA_k/lxxeLzSDgvU/s400/xmascard2005+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2006.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had just moved into the new house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279823485867000258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWzfJfeAcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/S4qiKt6A-Z8/s400/christmas+card+pics2006+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Look at Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279823507446903042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWzgZ4hMQI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3Ex3wRt4OVQ/s400/christmas+card+pics2006+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No, over here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279823500477080482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWzf_6yI6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/AobEKJ-dri8/s400/christmas+card+pics2006+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279823485057575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWzfGefKuI/AAAAAAAAA-8/uunmpbPfwow/s400/christmas+card+pics2006+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279866329026753618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXac8svdFI/AAAAAAAABCU/OXmivSGT1pM/s400/christmas+card+pics2006+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There are about a dozen more in this sequence but for uploading purposes, .....you get the idea. But if I scroll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; them on my computer it's like a darn movie. It's hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2007.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the "shy boy" ha! yeah, right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279813225048630946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWqJ49u5qI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Y78fdY3AjAY/s400/07xmas+cared+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to take your picture for Santa!.. Good! Look at that angelic face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279813217065031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWqJbOS2HI/AAAAAAAAA-k/v2JDqUwQCLM/s400/07xmas+cared+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Glad "Pepito" the chihuahua looked good for this one...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, take a good look at the expression &amp;amp; finger point on the youngest who was just 3...Doesn't his face just say " hey, right back at you babe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279813221070380546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWqJqJPngI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZR9KDCY1Uak/s400/07xmas+cared+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK! Grab him in a headlock! SNAP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279813212016519714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWqJIaoqiI/AAAAAAAAA-c/H-oPCiQ5OVs/s400/07xmas+cared+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Surprisingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279803444089087234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWhQkDQZQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/04oWijlZk60/s400/xmas+card08+027b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279803438018112482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWhQNb0q-I/AAAAAAAAA98/6omiQwzN3mY/s400/xmas+card08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Aside from a few frustrated moments and a few goofy grins, the issue wasn't with the youngest! More squawking came from the older two but you know, a few threats here and there certainly helped. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.....can you guess which one is me? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279859608542287730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 564px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 463px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUXUVw8Yl3I/AAAAAAAABBk/m-JSnPQ73VM/s400/Laurie+-+Santa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little sidebar here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I apologize for the slow post! My 11 year old darling daughter had a pretty good part in the school musical this past Friday evening. So all week, I had to play "stage mom" and put in my parent volunteer hours. Driving back and forth to the church for rehearsals, helping 3 different grades shimmy in &amp;amp; out of their costumes (boy did I ever get good at tying on the shepherd's head wraps!) She did a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; job at the performance. While I was biting my fingernails, she was the calm, collected one. She was so natural! and made us very proud! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then of course we had a slight power &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;outage&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. Don't even bring up the question of a generator. We have blown more electrical equipment and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;light bulbs&lt;/span&gt; trying to use it. I much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; reading my mystery novel by candlelight last night. This didn't go over real well with the husband &amp;amp; kids who moaned &amp;amp; groaned over the lack of entertainment for the whole 2 hours it took for power to be restored. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I have a couple of goodies waiting for me! I will have to post those really soon - Thanks Gloria &amp;amp; Melissa! You are so sweet to think of me.... And I can't wait to get back to B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;logland&lt;/span&gt; and catch up on all the wonderful posts that I have missed! I'll be stopping by really soon.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279803456257429394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWhRRYaj5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/lIngxqNtG70/s400/xmas+card08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; .....And just one more little tree to show you later in the week and then I am officially DONE with Christmas decorating! Phew!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-4934548178448432623?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4934548178448432623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=4934548178448432623' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4934548178448432623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4934548178448432623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/12/challenges-of-christmas-card.html' title='The Challenges of a Christmas Card'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SUWhRH3mWEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qwJ0zptXIW4/s72-c/xmas+card08+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7648346216409824990</id><published>2008-12-04T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:18:09.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MORE Christmas Decor'/><title type='text'>MORE Christmas Decor!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgvca_xdtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/R-uUPT3EkGc/s1600-h/xmas+decor08+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276019128794183378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgvca_xdtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/R-uUPT3EkGc/s400/xmas+decor08+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;should I say less...? Less is More? .. Well ~ whatever you call it, I took a different approach in our kitchen &amp;amp; sitting room area. This space is all open and the most used room so things couldn't be as fussy as the dining room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276012555728443330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgpd0ax18I/AAAAAAAAA8M/TC6x_co_QR8/s400/xmas+decor08+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276012568156525330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgpeit3UxI/AAAAAAAAA8U/cbFqy0y8YgI/s400/xmas+decor08+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276019117194779346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgvbvyQmtI/AAAAAAAAA88/ug7CMvFsA0Y/s400/xmas+decor08+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, a burning fire would be lovely! But..husband is home sick in bed (another reason my posts are taking so long! ha!) and I can't figure out how to work the propane! He shuts it down outside for the summer and we have had 80+ degree weather up until a week ago. So just PRETEND there is a roaring fire in there...but I still like looking at my fireplace screen!;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276012571995073586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgpexBC7DI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zpjrU-bhTNk/s400/xmas+decor08+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little tree in the corner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276019117310280146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgvbwNzAdI/AAAAAAAAA9E/JWie-yOvaAY/s400/xmas+decor08+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029871431876786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STg5NucMALI/AAAAAAAAA9c/GFWvCqAo0nM/s400/xmas+decor08+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029874273771874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STg5N5Bv4WI/AAAAAAAAA9k/tbWKqlotuqk/s400/xmas+decor08+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029860749301298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STg5NGpQ1jI/AAAAAAAAA9U/XyJ7_y8JhD8/s400/xmas+decor08+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember my $7 Santa from a thrift store?&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry! hard to take pictures with the windows behind the table - glare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276015591338127586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgsOg8hsOI/AAAAAAAAA8k/RmwGPzkNjrg/s400/xmas+decor08+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting closer...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276015602061055586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgsPI5ElmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/WyemfsZ3s6c/s400/xmas+decor08+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There he is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276015604338057570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgsPRX84WI/AAAAAAAAA80/MQMnvaLSIxk/s400/xmas+decor08+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgPoDtXVnI/AAAAAAAAA7k/D3UnNtuNq4g/s1600-h/xmas+decor08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Added some Christmas transferware plates that my Mother gave to me as a Christmas gift last year. I had to wait a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whole year&lt;/strong&gt; to use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275984164390156210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgPpOcPt7I/AAAAAAAAA78/AcaHLaWH2SQ/s400/xmas+decor08+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The goblets too! I was so thrilled that I cried! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275984158084333538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgPo280f-I/AAAAAAAAA70/IKixIw4XqCI/s400/xmas+decor08+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's about it for this room! Thanks for looking and taking the time to leave me wonderful comments! I really do appreciate them and as soon as I am able (i.e. hubby gets better &amp;amp; gives me some peace!;) I will be coming by to visit all of you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276012553951156034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgpdtzCl0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/P6l9p254uv4/s400/xmas+decor08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029879792218818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STg5ONlcssI/AAAAAAAAA9s/4bBc8iV-ZlE/s400/xmas+decor08+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7648346216409824990?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7648346216409824990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7648346216409824990' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7648346216409824990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7648346216409824990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-christmas-decor.html' title='MORE Christmas Decor!!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STgvca_xdtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/R-uUPT3EkGc/s72-c/xmas+decor08+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-3626124061932727186</id><published>2008-12-01T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:22:11.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Decor'/><title type='text'>Christmas Decor!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRiiyjoSYI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1MkDJgzv6kQ/s1600-h/xmas+decor08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274949413383981442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRiiyjoSYI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1MkDJgzv6kQ/s400/xmas+decor08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Phew!!&lt;/span&gt; I got one room done &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( did I just say done? silly me, decorating fanatics don't have &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; word in their vocabulary!) &lt;/em&gt;so I thought I better jump on the bandwagon and start posting!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have to admit, I was really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Intimidated!&lt;/span&gt; I have seen some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gorgeous Holiday Decorati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out there! It has made me realize that I don't have enough&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; - Will have to hit those after season sales... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Dining Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274954960734111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRnlsC9xwI/AAAAAAAAA6M/W6tKyNmoKJ8/s400/xmas+decor08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274969582809523298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STR04zhaJGI/AAAAAAAAA60/eKNYzlrALak/s400/xmas+decor08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274949404760962098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRiiSbvdDI/AAAAAAAAA50/o336UJm7mT8/s400/xmas+decor08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274949397424973522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRih3GtJtI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7dquEDNrTKM/s400/xmas+decor08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know it's hard to take a picture of a lighted tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274969581678606466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STR04vTxuII/AAAAAAAAA6s/PrvW4ixgkgw/s400/xmas+decor08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274974654611918434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STR5gBdVDmI/AAAAAAAAA7c/b83rQWeG38U/s400/xmas+decor08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274949408569729970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRiign0o7I/AAAAAAAAA58/LTeY_hwdzvE/s400/xmas+decor08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274954982542663410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRnm9Sh3vI/AAAAAAAAA6k/BiK12cEOnwU/s400/xmas+decor08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274969588993155762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STR05Kjs4rI/AAAAAAAAA68/4vBfRwC15i4/s400/xmas+decor08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274914792854401746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRDDnCKMtI/AAAAAAAAA5E/-9z0gK9nbGU/s400/xmas+decor08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274914779367946162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRDC0yvN7I/AAAAAAAAA40/yvfcGct73xA/s400/xmas+decor08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274954972532617570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRnmX_8sWI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WeZ8ZqTcTQ4/s400/xmas+decor08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sorry - these might seem redundant! It always takes an extremely Looonnng time to upload pictures that I tend to forget which ones I already did!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274914787229625538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRDDSFG7MI/AAAAAAAAA48/T77zTDiFY5Y/s400/xmas+decor08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274954968549993650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRnmJKarLI/AAAAAAAAA6U/XdEF9edfQRo/s400/xmas+decor08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274925333353387634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRMpJc81nI/AAAAAAAAA5c/xv9izj-_tKw/s400/xmas+decor08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On top of the piano....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274974642522433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STR5fUa-J0I/AAAAAAAAA7E/TL7ebANJqv0/s400/xmas+decor08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274925340121471202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRMpiqlmOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/u_2CdtxVe7M/s400/xmas+decor08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274974647842154162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STR5foPSprI/AAAAAAAAA7M/4K9dzfPBKZ0/s400/xmas+decor08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little village under glass with lighted houses, a moving train &amp;amp; music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274974652015554594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STR5f3yTsCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/SGHkB98Ws6A/s400/xmas+decor08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A peek into the entry - still fussing with that garland! I hang all the family stockings off the railing - including the extended family who stays overnight with us - don't have enough room on the mantle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274914776329280610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRDCpeQ3GI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DrVS3xBFzuk/s400/xmas+decor08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now...still have a few more rooms to complete! Stay tuned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post took me ALL day! Not because the kids were home but because the HUSBAND was! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-3626124061932727186?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3626124061932727186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=3626124061932727186' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3626124061932727186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3626124061932727186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decor.html' title='Christmas Decor!!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STRiiyjoSYI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1MkDJgzv6kQ/s72-c/xmas+decor08+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-8495464401044232759</id><published>2008-11-29T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:45:03.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needed a break'/><title type='text'>I NEEDED a BREAK from Christmas Decorating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STITFx2951I/AAAAAAAAA4k/E3Cu7PtXAb8/s1600-h/xmas+tree+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274299103608432466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STITFx2951I/AAAAAAAAA4k/E3Cu7PtXAb8/s400/xmas+tree+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh Goody!!&lt;/span&gt; I have been tagged by Melissa from &lt;a href="http://melissasheartandhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa's Heart &amp;amp; Home &lt;/a&gt;to name 6 unknown facts about myself.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;welcomed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this opportunity to stop my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christmas disaster decorating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My whole house is in shambles and the family is complaining they are out of clean underwear! oops! I kind of let the laundry slide a bit... We have just had a busy week with a family birthday, a 5 girl sleepover, Thanksgiving and my all consuming need to decorate EARLY this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let me see if I can get the rules right - I am cutting &amp;amp; pasting here!;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~ 6 Random Things About Myself.~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog (copy and paste 1-6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write 6 random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Let each person know they been tagged and leave them a comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~Here are my 6 random things: ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Oooh scary! how much do I want to reveal about myself!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. My Age - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35 -&lt;/span&gt; but I have a round,baby face so people tend to think I am a bit younger.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thank you Mom &amp;amp; Granny for the wonderful genes... but about our chubby knees - not so much!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. We all live on our family ranch. My Mom has a house about half a mile down the road with my Grandparents living above her in their separate quarters (i.e. own kitchen, entrance, etc) so we see one another daily - even if it's just to deliver the mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. We host weddings out here on the ranch during the summer months. We have seen all sorts of brides &amp;amp; grooms with um...&lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;.. ideas of how they want their wedding &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i.e. Star Trek theme &amp;amp; a Disneyland/ Minnie &amp;amp; Mickey Mouse EVERYWHERE theme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes you get the feeling which ones will go the distance and which ones &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;might not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i.e. the happy couple screaming at each other via cell phones 10 minutes before the ceremony!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It tends to take the romance out of weddings when we have seen so many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.We raise cattle! We have 7 horses, a donkey, several dogs and a few barn cats. Once upon a time we used to have about 80 goats! Now we don't even have a single one. Just ask Mr. Mt. Lion all about that! Not that he got all 80 but we weren't taking any chances. Small livestock just don't do well out here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Our house before this one was around 900 sq.ft. with only 2 bedrooms! For 5 of us! It was an old cottage on our property that we fixed up when we got married over 12 years ago with the idea of building a new home shortly after. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Took us &lt;strong&gt;YEARS&lt;/strong&gt; of struggles with the county to get our building permit for our current house even though no one can see our house from town. We just didn't see their reasoning of why we couldn't build, so through perseverance &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and several visits to our county supervisors office for complaints)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we finally got our permits.....Three kids later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.My husband is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Landscape Contractor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we don't have a yard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did you all catch that? My husband is one talented, hardworking guy&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and I slug him for every arbor, gazebo, paver driveway or lawn that I have to print pictures of for his photo album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but he just hasn't had the time or the energy for our own.....sigh...someday....so in the meantime to make it easier for him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(heh-heh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have been cutting &amp;amp; cropping pictures of my dream yard for when the time comes and boy will he ever be impressed with how much faith I have in his talent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Think Winterthur, Butchart Gardens or the Chateau de Versailles Gardens....;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's about it! Nothing too shocking right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay so now it's my turn to tag a few people and I am sorry if you've been through this before, but it just means you are a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;VERY INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PERSON&lt;/span&gt; and we can't get enough of you! So go ahead and dig out those skeletons in your closets, recall that most embarassing moment or make something up if you have to! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Laurie - &lt;a href="http://bargainhuntingwithlaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bargain Hunting with Laurie&lt;/a&gt;. (my longlost twin who not only has a beautiful home filled with toile, she can WRITE as well!; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Cynthia - &lt;a href="http://thegregbeefamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Creative Chaos &lt;/a&gt;(just only discovered her blog but she is so funny - I love hearing about her motherhood ups &amp;amp; downs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Heather - &lt;a href="http://hopscotchandhydrangeas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hopscotch &amp;amp; Hydrangeas&lt;/a&gt;. (Busy Mom of 3- but has time for blogging &amp;amp; an etsy store - my hero!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Dot - &lt;a href="http://picketsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Picket's Place&lt;/a&gt;.(just the sweetest lady EVER...with the best posts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Kristen - &lt;a href="http://kristenscreationsonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristen's Creations&lt;/a&gt;.(someone who I could houseswap with and be perfectly content!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Angie - &lt;a href="http://thehappyhomebody.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Happy Homebody&lt;/a&gt; (Amazing what this lady can do with some paint &amp;amp; garage sale finds!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay Girls! It's your turn!..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For me - it's back to decorating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274299097202786850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STITFZ_vgiI/AAAAAAAAA4c/OlmPBxu3Dqw/s400/xmas+tree+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-8495464401044232759?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8495464401044232759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=8495464401044232759' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8495464401044232759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8495464401044232759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-needed-break.html' title='I NEEDED a BREAK from Christmas Decorating!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/STITFx2951I/AAAAAAAAA4k/E3Cu7PtXAb8/s72-c/xmas+tree+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7902552770194552084</id><published>2008-11-23T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:14:21.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I excused?'/><title type='text'>Am I excused?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Fellow Bloggers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please excuse Laurie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka Decorating Fanatic)&lt;/span&gt; for the next few days from Blogland. The poor dear has had many family obligations &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i.e. Mother's birthday weekend &amp;amp; 11 year's slumber party) &lt;/span&gt;that she will be unable to participate in her regular duties. She promises to keep up with her homework &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(christmas decorating) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with a full report. She will return to her normal self within a few days. Any questions, please call 555-5555. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little post to excuse my absence for the next few days. We are having a full weekend celebrating my Mother's 62nd birthday. Yesterday, her and I went shopping in a little beach town about an hours drive and then had dinner with my sister &amp;amp; friend. Just girls roaming the streets, window shopping and burning off our dinner under all the christmas lights. It was lovely! Today we do the family birthday with kids &amp;amp; grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also promised my daughter a mini sleepover (4 little girls besides herself) on Tuesday evening so I've got to gather up the essentials (i.e. chips, soda, icecream &amp;amp; dvd's with Zac Effron in them!) and ship the two brothers off to Grandma's house for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing all the beautiful Christmas decor displayed by fellow bloggers is driving me insane!! I am so ready to start my decorating madness&lt;br /&gt;beginning with this adorable Santa I picked up yesterday in a thrift store for $7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271913273990410898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSmZMN7dcpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/j1rL0wNgV2c/s400/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sure everyone one is running around like &lt;em&gt;a turkey with it's head cut off&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry, couldn't resist!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with last minute details &amp;amp; plans but I do hope everyone has a chance to relax &amp;amp; enjoy their holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7902552770194552084?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7902552770194552084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7902552770194552084' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7902552770194552084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7902552770194552084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-excused.html' title='Am I excused?'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSmZMN7dcpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/j1rL0wNgV2c/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-4996471684497716123</id><published>2008-11-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:39:24.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Roaring Fire'/><title type='text'>A Roaring Fire...not yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;During&lt;/span&gt; the summer months, I was always bothered by the big, dark hole in the fireplace. Our fireplace is propane - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(our city won't allow any wood burning fireplaces in new construction to help keep the air clean) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and it already has a glass door on it. I didn't want an iron or mesh screen that I could still see through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916405334626338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSYOi0y_0CI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YHznEdP_MtE/s400/red+room+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after looking at all different types of screens...I came across this one in an antique shop. The wood carving reminded me of our mantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270862368024449746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXdZcISUtI/AAAAAAAAA18/baSOfxfO2GE/s400/fireplace+screen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store owner was kind enough to let me put it on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Layaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a few months. It's easier on the budget and on justifing it to the husband... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916399944098338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSYOigty4iI/AAAAAAAAA3U/nLMjX0gpwMM/s400/fireplacescreen7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few months later - it was mine! As beautiful as the needlepoint was ...it was a little old and a little stinky! and it just didn't go in the room I had intended to use it in....&lt;strong&gt;Please,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one shoot me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for doing this but I carefully removed the old needlepoint and replaced it with a new fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916403394853026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSYOitkhOKI/AAAAAAAAA3c/vXra3bGRHDQ/s400/fireplace+screen+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this picture is a little hard to see - open frame after removing old needlepoint. I was gluing up some joints so that's why it has cording tied around it - it was what I had handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916394062846370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSYOiKzmGaI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uk1d_PU7-LM/s400/fireplace+screen7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Traced around the old fabric with chalk. I added a layer of batting and a back layer of plain fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXfc-M8CfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YewqevVVEAE/s1600-h/fireplace+screen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270864627733629426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXfc-M8CfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YewqevVVEAE/s400/fireplace+screen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270864628376505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXfdAmNixI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Gduz5VNwFHo/s400/fireplace+screen+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXdZ9u7jkI/AAAAAAAAA2U/5SEr9JcpF7M/s1600-h/fireplace+screen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270862377044905538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXdZ9u7jkI/AAAAAAAAA2U/5SEr9JcpF7M/s400/fireplace+screen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXdZgf0cXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Egtka011bsg/s1600-h/fireplace+screen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270862369196896626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSXdZgf0cXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Egtka011bsg/s400/fireplace+screen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I finally have the screen, and did all the work on it, I can't really enjoy it just yet, for I am anxious to start Holiday decorating and you can't do the holidays without a roaring fire and you can't see that fire behind this screen&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...(do I make any sense?.. I want the screen, I don't want the screen! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So...sigh... the screen will go into the closet (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that my husband hates because it is loaded with my stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) until the holidays are over. It will give me something to look forward to when the house looks "naked" after the holidays are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270925092528854450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSYWcfHgFbI/AAAAAAAAA3s/21XXedsvXnw/s400/red+room+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270925092982513298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSYWcgzqXpI/AAAAAAAAA30/aO-lCFo-Zjc/s400/fireplace+screen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the needlepoint piece - not sure if I can do anything with it. Even though it came off it one piece - it is pretty dusty &amp;amp; moldy smelling with a few hundred little tacks in it. Anyone got any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P.S.- I laughed so hard at all of your comments on my mattress woes! I've been busy with the kid's school the last 2 days but I will be swinging by all of your blogs to catch up! I still haven't had a good night's rest but either the mattress IS softening up (and I would NEVER admit that to my husband!) or I am getting used to it (and I would NEVER EVER admit THAT to my husband either!);)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-4996471684497716123?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4996471684497716123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=4996471684497716123' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4996471684497716123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4996471684497716123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/roaring-firenot-yet.html' title='A Roaring Fire...not yet!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSYOi0y_0CI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YHznEdP_MtE/s72-c/red+room+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-2623966217359641485</id><published>2008-11-18T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:30:13.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who wants to buy a husband?'/><title type='text'>Who wants to buy a husband? - Cheap! Cheap! Cheap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270165537895528578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSNjolnEuII/AAAAAAAAA10/xtLldyRHgvk/s400/blogpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Grandmother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Granny)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; used to sing that to us when we were little, except she would insert "piggy" where I put "husband"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start at the begining....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought a new mattress two years ago. One of those plush, soft pillow top numbers....If any of you have bought a mattress in the past couple of years you know that you can't flip them &amp;amp; rotate them like you used to, to even them out. So our lovely new mattress ended up with mountains and valleys after only a few months . It didn't really bother me all that much, that mattress was meant for you to sink into and I felt it was doing it's job nicely! Well, my husband complained daily about his back - &lt;strong&gt;nag, nag, nag, complain, complain, complain!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now supposedly our mattress came with a 10 year warranty. &lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt; Good luck trying to get them to own up to that part of the deal. You have to call an 800# and get out your ruler and measure your dips. They won't even talk to you if it isn't at least an inch. Doesn't sound so hard right..? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try waiting on hold for 30 minutes while no one answers your call. So we hung up and life went on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally after two years of hearing my husband's morning ritual of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh, my aching back"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We again call the 800# and after a long wait on hold, had to get down right angry with their agent, requesting their supervisor, etc. Then we get an appointment for a &lt;strong&gt;Mattress Inspector! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Mattress Inspector&lt;/strong&gt; came out to see our stripped down bed, while he pushed on it, peeked under it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(one of my secret hiding places!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and asked us a few questions, he then pulled out two weighted cones with measurements on them which he placed in the valleys. He then pulled out a string with a weight at either end and draped it across the bed to see the mountains &amp;amp; valleys and get their measurements and takes a few pictures. He makes a report and turns it into the mattress company and they determine if we have a case. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Very nice man, I have to say. Anyone who removes their shoes before entering my home out of consideration for me is A-Ok in my book! But it was a little weird watching a strange man jump up and down on our bed!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee! We get the call a week later! Go on down to the store for a replacement mattress! My husband goes down to the store the next day - claiming he ain't sleeping on that mattress any longer than he has too, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while I stay at home sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....do you see where this is going? I never should have told him about that phone call, I should have waited until I felt better to go jump around on a few mattress with him, but I seriously thought we would just get a replacement of the EXACT SAME KIND. Remember the kind it was? the soft, cushy pillow top number. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DISCONTINUED!&lt;/span&gt; that gives my husband &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FREE REIN&lt;/span&gt; to pick out our new mattress. He comes home that Saturday &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THRILLED!&lt;/span&gt; - saying our mattress will be delivered on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday comes around, two guys pull up to the house, heft this HUGE mattress up the stairs&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(which I had to remove pictures, rugs while they struggled going up the stairs - I stood guard over my precious lamps in the foyer - willing to throw my body over them in case the mattress came flying over the railing!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They place the new mattress on the box spring and I go over to check it out. I carefully try to sit my tush on the edge of the bed. I couldn't reach it! hmmm.....okay, I turn around and have to heft myself up on this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TABLE &lt;/span&gt;and nearly bounce right off of it, that's how &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt; it is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately start in on my husband! What were you thinking?! He &amp;amp; the two delivery men (who probably just took pity on him) claim it would soften up after a couple of weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was our first night on the &lt;strong&gt;"piece of plywood".&lt;/strong&gt; First off, this baby doesn't even move when you go to get up on it, it's so darn high you need a step stool (can't do the flying leap, you just go bouncing right off of it after feeling like you hit a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;brick&lt;/span&gt; wall) then once up there, you feel like you are laying on a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;hospital table&lt;/span&gt;. I could not fall asleep until well after midnight! About every hour, I would wake up in pain because my arms and legs would be numb, couldn't roll over on my tummy because &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; had no "valleys" in the mattress and were being squished! In fact, the bedroom floor would have been more cushiony because at least it has PADDING! I woke up this morning in such a foul mood, waking up the whole household, stomping down the stairs, slamming the kitchen doors &amp;amp; drawers!. My back hunched over, my hips numb, my eyeballs gritty...and down walks the husband....smiling...and ....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;SINGING!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did things change? when did I lose my control? I was ALWAYS the one who chose &lt;em&gt;this or that&lt;/em&gt; for the house...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHAT WENT WRONG!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I am singing my own song..."Who wants to buy a husband? Cheap! Cheap! Cheap!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-2623966217359641485?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2623966217359641485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=2623966217359641485' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2623966217359641485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2623966217359641485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-wants-to-buy-husband-cheap-cheap.html' title='Who wants to buy a husband? - Cheap! Cheap! Cheap!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SSNjolnEuII/AAAAAAAAA10/xtLldyRHgvk/s72-c/blogpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-217256259216140818</id><published>2008-11-15T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:23:02.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Things Kids Say'/><title type='text'>Funny Things Kids Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8R28EcehI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ok9hOhzS924/s1600-h/07xmas+cared+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268949724582148626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8R28EcehI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ok9hOhzS924/s400/07xmas+cared+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;have 3 children. An 11 year old daughter and 2 sons ages 9 &amp;amp; 4. Most of the time it's utter chaos, a few fleeting moments of bliss and then some moments where my mouth drops open and I don't know what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are a few of those funny moments...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957783460384978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8ZMBuvkNI/AAAAAAAAA00/lGhR_RgATvs/s400/camera+phone+2006+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Brotherly Love - at least half of the time anyway!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back the 4 year old threw our 9 year old's hand held video game device (i.e. Nintendo DS) and unfortunately it broke. This was just &lt;strong&gt;torture&lt;/strong&gt; to my 9 year old because he likes to spend as much time on it as possible. My husband claims he can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the car the other day my 9 year old says to me "I wish Dad would hurry up and fix my DS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and I say "no, I like you much better without it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the 4 year old pipes up in the backseat just seconds later "&lt;strong&gt;well, it's a good thing I broke it then&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried really hard not to laugh on that one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268973971437862354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8n6SpVPdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/p9i0xpNrhnk/s400/gabealex2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My second born - about 3 years old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957790387149106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8ZMbiNmTI/AAAAAAAAA08/tlbfxBOdd2s/s400/camera+phone+2006+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Our youngest when he was about 2 putting a bandaid on his "boo-&lt;em&gt;bie")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my 9 year old son was much younger, around 4 he was fighting something awful with his older sister who was about 6. So I turn to my son and say "Now you apologize to your sister and say you're sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my son turns to his sister and without any emotion or remorse in his voice says in a sing song voice " &lt;strong&gt;Sor &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;ry&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turn again to him and say "oh no, you say it with feeling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my son turns again to his sister to apologize and says in the same monotone sing song voice &lt;strong&gt;"with feel -ing!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh that one still makes me laugh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268965967992161666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8gobfLhYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/P4Pg68p5LQo/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Is it obvious he did NOT want to pose for this picture?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was 2 years old when my second child was born. After about a week of us being home with the new baby and the changes that come with a sibling, my daughter turns to my husband and innocently asks "When do you take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;back to the hospital?" :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268961395428947618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8ceRXJ9qI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-5Y6FNR37GU/s400/gabe%26isabelasleep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(about the time frame that my daughter wanted to return her brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268973979017998722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8n6u4k8YI/AAAAAAAAA1s/9t_24Os96w0/s400/Kids+%26+Belle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My first two - posing with "Belle")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another time that stands out in my mind was when my middle child was about 4. He came running into the room urgently trying to explain something to his Grandma and I, but wasn't getting to the point. You know alot of "ums..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I turn to him "What is it Gabe? Come on, Spit it out!" Do you know that my son took me literally and turned and &lt;em&gt;spit&lt;/em&gt; on the floor?! Oh we laughed for he was only doing what his Mama told him to do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957781209001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8ZL5V-LQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/D6wsG7k2hwI/s400/camera+phone+2006+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Our youngest and what 3 tiny M&amp;amp;M's can do on a long car ride.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just this morning my four year old and I were talking about Christmas and he told me that it came after Thanksgiving and after Grandma's birthday. He then said "I am going to get Grandma something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for her birthday!" For my son knows that pretty things are often "breakable"!&lt;/p&gt;Those are just a few of the stories that make Motherhood memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268961403253942290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8ceugx6BI/AAAAAAAAA1M/mhUPuK1ZRck/s400/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268964729754228514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8fgWsQFyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/yIDkydlGruE/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-217256259216140818?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/217256259216140818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=217256259216140818' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/217256259216140818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/217256259216140818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-things-kids-say.html' title='Funny Things Kids Say...'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SR8R28EcehI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ok9hOhzS924/s72-c/07xmas+cared+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-3807130586036632752</id><published>2008-11-13T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:40.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Using What My Mama Gave Me'/><title type='text'>Using What My Mama Gave Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx9ocyydMI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wy4VhTLuZAw/s1600-h/new+desk+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268223797994091714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx9ocyydMI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wy4VhTLuZAw/s400/new+desk+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt; she only &lt;em&gt;gave &lt;/em&gt;it to me after I hounded her a little bit. She had this old secretary desk that my Dad had given as a gift to her in the 80's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268233585958882226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRyGiLzci7I/AAAAAAAAAzk/txqY5AQL1IU/s400/new+desk+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had this big chair in my bedroom - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only due to the fact it was about an inch too big to fit into the tv room, which as comfy as it was, just "bugged" me. I always felt like it had a neon flashing sign pointing right at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268214996149861122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx1oHXl-wI/AAAAAAAAAx0/g0apdL38LyU/s400/bedroom+pics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after months of me &lt;em&gt;politely&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;asking&lt;/em&gt; (ha!) she agreed to give it to me. It was special to her and while she didn't really use it, she wasn't ready to part with it completely... Well, it needed a little work. I am not a fan of "golden oak" as testament to my dining room table and hutches that I restained &amp;amp; repainted (another gift from my Mama!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268218947938665650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx5OI7dxLI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5z6ZDsvpNZ8/s400/front+door+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a few weeks of it sitting in our garage - I finally got the husband and his brother to drag the chair out to our guest room and heft this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEAVY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; up the stairs. &lt;em&gt;Then I decided &lt;/em&gt;to refinish it &lt;strong&gt;IN OUR BEDROOM&lt;/strong&gt;. Not such a good idea but with open windows and a tarp underneath, I went to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268218962918175042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx5PAu28UI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lAw3AMEfWWU/s400/front+door+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268218935590047186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx5Na7UzdI/AAAAAAAAAx8/luUMB_xHfsw/s400/front+door+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is probably why I have a cold now - we had to sleep with the windows open for a few nights for fresh air and two fans on! This little lady wouldn't dry with the colder weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Ta Da!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(But I guess it's not such a shock since it's already been posted as picture no#2. Forgive me, I am on cold medicine!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268225933953707442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx_kx3PrbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/EZm23kA-Z_o/s400/new+desk+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268223784615345266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx9nq9C_HI/AAAAAAAAAyU/CiCWeZWj790/s400/new+desk+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268233590601394978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRyGidGTqyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Lp_w0PzgY_c/s400/new+desk+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268223827679604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx9qLYXbSI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7pOvVSa8y0M/s400/new+desk+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I picked up this chair in an antique store - I need to recover the bottom "cushion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268225948456178962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx_ln451RI/AAAAAAAAAzE/li5HPmT-nmg/s400/new+desk+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And again, I am happy I took pictures of this desk b/c no one had noticed that I had put 3 out of 4 handles on upside down! Of course I fixed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268223809299579650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx9pG6OgwI/AAAAAAAAAyk/JFJM6RGE_ys/s400/new+desk+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute little lamp from Homegoods. you can't see it but it has little birdies carved in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268223819244878978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx9pr9XvII/AAAAAAAAAys/hfN6r33eFcY/s400/new+desk+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just some other things around the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268230504613138514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRyDu05X0FI/AAAAAAAAAzc/2AzfgZJht4Q/s400/bedroom+pics2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This painting was $29!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268230495759888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRyDuT6l76I/AAAAAAAAAzU/rosfEIhq3k8/s400/bedroom+pics2+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw this lovely high back victorian chair with velvet upholstery in an antique store that would look "STUNNING" in that corner but trying to convince the hubby that while we got rid of a "comfy" chair in the room to only replace it with one that I would be yelling for him to &lt;strong&gt;get out of&lt;/strong&gt;! would go even beyond my persuasive skills! ...sigh..I can dream though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268241003902599602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRyNR9zDAbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/A152aiUEWQA/s400/bedroom+pics2+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268230484986556850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRyDtryB8bI/AAAAAAAAAzM/P_LeNYL8h-o/s400/bedroom+pics2+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The tv cabinet that was bought in the "nude" and has seen many shades of paint and as for the design - I first penciled in the stencil and then went back in with the gold paint. I like that it wasn't "perfect". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268240996373301698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRyNRhv7CcI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lVh15dAQki0/s400/bedroom+pics2+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many things around the house are "recycled" items. Hand me downs, curbside finds &amp;amp; garage sales. I think it's more fun to repaint, refinish or any other way to "rework" furniture than go out and buy it from a showroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(at least that's what I tell myself anyway! If I ever get the opportunity to compare the difference - I will let you know! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-3807130586036632752?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3807130586036632752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=3807130586036632752' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3807130586036632752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3807130586036632752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/using-what-my-mama-gave-me.html' title='Using What My Mama Gave Me....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRx9ocyydMI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wy4VhTLuZAw/s72-c/new+desk+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-1601180741458514376</id><published>2008-11-10T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:20:14.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another House Tour'/><title type='text'>Um...Another House Tour..?</title><content type='html'>Hello again!...Welcome !..I wanted to show you one of my favorite rooms in the house.....Now quit dragging your feet and try to keep up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZbByIxvbI/AAAAAAAAArs/SoLC9s4mw9Q/s1600-h/Front+door+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266496900452957618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZbByIxvbI/AAAAAAAAArs/SoLC9s4mw9Q/s400/Front+door+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really a room at all..an entry,... a foyer,... a hallway...but it's one of my favorite places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266501170907684850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZe6W0hn_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/QWeaiX4Say4/s400/Front+door+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because it is more muted than the rest of the house. The other rooms are filled with color but the walls here are a soft, creamy, vanilla. It's sort of soothing.... Did you HEAR me? I said it was SOOTHING! just making sure you were paying attention.  Now then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506625221436818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZj31uQpZI/AAAAAAAAAsc/iLgRWXpbeIY/s400/Front+door+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(She supposedly came from a church.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723547437500466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRcpKX8yiDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5Vt_uxJjfnM/s400/front+door+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I recovered the bench in this wonderful embroidered fabric I had found in an eBay auction. I don't know what the name or brand is but my heart goes pitty pat whenever I see it....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790067512849810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdlqWiotZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JLPu6FZx5k8/s400/front+door+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might also be that this room houses my most favorite possession. How can anyone have a love affair with lamps? But I do!.. and I always joke that in an emergency &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aside from the family &amp;amp; pets of course )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that I would run back in for these lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266780204841231570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdcsROe5NI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Z5yS3-SfCEo/s400/front+door+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they were meant just for me....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266501181620388450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZe6-uogmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/E75ACWrY_-4/s400/Front+door+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all of this confusing you? Let me start at the begining of the house. Come on now, up off that bench! Try to keep up with the rest of the group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk in through the front doors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266496910216953154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZbCWgsfUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/D5JbCV2lpMk/s400/Front+door+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see the Living / Dining room on the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266739726906755586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRc34JK3CgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rsV3oqlGDIU/s400/front+door+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thru this little door on the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790074381870754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdlqwIVpqI/AAAAAAAAAvk/w36ZcN55sco/s400/front+door+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the office.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266750522958262674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdBsjmHsZI/AAAAAAAAAu0/7Ua50_mrJ9Y/s400/study+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you venture up the stairs ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266729476578586034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRcujfuLrbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lzOjoAcvcAU/s400/front+door+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266748569972141410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRc_64J8bWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/GHtACuLJLo0/s400/entry2+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Another favorite of mine - Chandelier courtesy of the Kathy Ireland Collection - who knew a swimsuit model and I could have the same taste? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266799928176156146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRduoUX-HfI/AAAAAAAAAwc/vZPf_57g8tA/s400/entry2+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will come upon this sweet little corner chair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506640586297762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZj4u9h0aI/AAAAAAAAAss/yjJ3CTTAZMk/s400/Front+door+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266496907993286786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZbCOOiCII/AAAAAAAAAr0/wji9g78cUmw/s400/Front+door+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't feel like hiking upstairs and you walk thru the entry......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266795873913417634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdq8VEaL6I/AAAAAAAAAv8/WGlxZfhrPfA/s400/blog+pictures+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You may or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; notice this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266795888412891570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdq9LFWmbI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Tgkr97G4Y7o/s400/front+door+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's a raised plaster stencil. I wanted something there but nothing really jarring out at you.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266799938416119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRduo6hXjoI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TO5uWC7YB2w/s400/wall+stencil+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; these too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266795902134470306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdq9-M1RqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SAt_R1lpLUE/s400/blog+pictures+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will come across this little table.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266748569337704706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRc_61yrsQI/AAAAAAAAAus/A1zDc-64QGw/s400/Front+door+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That I am trying to update seasonally....but even I have to admit it needs a little help! I'll be off to Michael's shortly!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790091267568306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdlrvCM8rI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rM0MAHvHd7I/s400/more+stuff+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really know what you call this...it's some sort of framed "book"...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266795885015233362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdq8-bSc1I/AAAAAAAAAwE/zO42MOLF19M/s400/front+door+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This little lady was $14.99! I am looking forward to filling the basket she carries on her back - currently with wheat - to suit the seasons.&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506631565636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZj4NW1cpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dv4z32f0ybM/s400/Front+door+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(These plaques were my Great Grandmothers....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790076017631010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRdlq2OVXyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/cYNEKyAnmiI/s400/front+door+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An opening into the dining room is on the left......Tea will be served &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266735749018333426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRc0QmYWsPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fIriOwKkW1Q/s400/front+door+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn to the right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266748564279172866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRc_6i8onwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/_ndjTfHSgm0/s400/1108081909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can either dash into the kitchen on the left.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723559360596786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRcpLEXeizI/AAAAAAAAAtE/gp8UxDQS6nY/s400/front+door+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A little bit of a view on the way......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266729490619046594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRcukUBsGsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/C0kUpWgURBY/s400/front+door+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723571043840930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRcpLv4-s6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/A0ejC5uMPJY/s400/front+door+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or continue down the hall to the sitting room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266739739033806946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRc342WLKGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hVwWPmgMAJw/s400/front+door+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and if you turn around you are looking at the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266833104233446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SReMza0aOuI/AAAAAAAAAws/yoRi7KVKmzw/s400/red+room+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confusing..? I know, I apologize. Did I mention there is a second set of stairs..? it's off of the kitchen...now if you follow me...hey wait! Where are you going? ..What?! You don't want to follow me on any more of my house tour?...well okay, you don't have to go running off screaming like that! But you might have to ask me for directions on how to get out of the house...and &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;refunds!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I apologize if my posts lately are a little redundant and you are probably banging your head against your desk over me doing another house tour but I am just trying to stall until I can finish up my latest project : ) but it kind of involves the same thing - Decorating!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-1601180741458514376?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1601180741458514376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=1601180741458514376' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1601180741458514376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1601180741458514376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/umanother-house-tour.html' title='Um...Another House Tour..?'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRZbByIxvbI/AAAAAAAAArs/SoLC9s4mw9Q/s72-c/Front+door+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-5930525624043545427</id><published>2008-11-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:00:00.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kitchen'/><title type='text'>The Kitchen.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIYoYB1qKI/AAAAAAAAAns/34v8p5mO9Xg/s1600-h/red+room+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265297996273526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIYoYB1qKI/AAAAAAAAAns/34v8p5mO9Xg/s400/red+room+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; not crazy about cooking. Seriously. It's one of my &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; favorite things to do - but I do enjoy it more when we have a crowd - isn't that strange? I've got a few picky eaters in the house but when you've got people over who &lt;em&gt;enjoy eating what you cook&lt;/em&gt;, then it's a pleasure and not a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I LOVE to bake! Sweet muffins on a Saturday morning. Ooey Gooey Cinnamon rolls lulling you down the stairs on Sunday. That's more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All about the baked goods! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265298002355512274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIYour5Y9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/vVzISkK54B0/s400/red+room+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is open to our sitting room &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(previous post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and as with any other room in my house it was an opportunity for decorating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265331374963314642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRI2_RVoT9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/3YSluRgQbEA/s400/red+room+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me give you a little tour.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The butcher block that makes it so convenient to pour yourself a glass of milk to go with those baked goods&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265301524815268754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIb1w3vy5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/e02VY21Q0HY/s400/red+room+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over here is a glass front cabinet that stores my "pretty" dishes or as my 4 year old calls it "Show &amp;amp; Tell". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't matter that I have to stoop down to the cabinet below to get our "everyday" dishes but as long as I have something nice to look at then I can deal with the back problems this causes....;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265306820945708882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIgqCfpB1I/AAAAAAAAAo0/v9T1gOvNO3w/s400/red+room+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To further enhance my "pretty view" -I lined the back of the cabinet with a subtle fruit &amp;amp; bird toile wallpaper. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes the dishes stand out a bit more and it appears that I have more than I really do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another wink! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265309053057040706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIir9wdAUI/AAAAAAAAApE/fI4Ftu5TBnI/s400/red+room+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Oh! Do you spy another Rooster lamp...? Don't you just love HomeGoods!?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266014055209047090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRSj4fbzFDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Fp3lNbsxgNg/s400/rooster+lamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then to address the looming space above the cabinets &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but I was the only one in the house to think this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think I have made the most of the soffet..no &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wasted&lt;/span&gt; decorating space in &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265297988804208626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIYn8NA5_I/AAAAAAAAAnk/f6MdsTBvVNs/s400/red+room+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An old painting that I carried from room to room for months trying to find just the right spot for...how about above the pantry door?! I enjoy looking at when I am lounging on the couch in the adjacent room...and I do like to &lt;em&gt;lounge!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265325004415233042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIxMdMm7BI/AAAAAAAAAps/rQA0CjphNM4/s400/rr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pretty antique platter above the stove.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's mounted with a plate hanger attached with wire to a nail that I hammered into the cabinet -my hubby wasn't too happy with that part! - then I used that poster putty on the backside so it doesn't shift all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265325019654279554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIxNV94UYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0qRp8mKN8eo/s400/rr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An iron bull's head that my kids get a kick out of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265309049530156306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIirwnlBRI/AAAAAAAAApM/c1b7hLr8EQk/s400/red+room+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I had some exotic story about him being from a &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;French Boucherie'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as an advertising sign... but (sigh)... no... He was originally a towel rack with a huge ring through his nose! I would have used him in his original condition but I don't have wall space by the kitchen sink. So we hacksawed off the metal ring and I puttied up his rather &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;large&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nose holes and dabbed on some paint. So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can I "fib" about his origins?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265309053761081970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIisAYT0nI/AAAAAAAAApU/Hl3wvBG1uLM/s400/red+room+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little transferware here and there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265301533402235074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIb2Q3CgMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/jKP0uFOGyMA/s400/red+room+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my sweet hubby brought me back those copper pots from a trip...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he's finally getting the real me after 12 years of marriage!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304290376015538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIeWvYz3rI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CUgXBMbdphE/s400/red+room+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304292090052930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIeW1xeAUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/BnzsPCAzQtQ/s400/red+room+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The nook that my husband and I spent one &lt;strong&gt;loooonnng&lt;/strong&gt; weekend building benches for....(can you say marriage counseling?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304296826451634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIeXHattrI/AAAAAAAAAok/YZ85jkWNtVQ/s400/red+room+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265339023298894098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRI98dm7mRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/de2oiSDffgM/s400/red+room+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had to throw in my favorite pillow - there is a hen &amp;amp; chicks one down at the other side of the bench - the kids know &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;to wipe their grubby fingers on these! Still working on the husband...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265306818105566322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIgp36f5HI/AAAAAAAAAos/K-JkmWrSz48/s400/red+room+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally back around to the sitting room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265339031184533618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRI986_A6HI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CjanXCt3dMs/s400/red+room+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! one more thing before you go - How many of you have stainless steel refrigerators? Then you know you can't attach any little notes or cute magnets to it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266314880203881426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRW1ez3n-9I/AAAAAAAAArk/PqQtITkgF98/s400/fridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I applied a couple coats of magnetic paint &amp;amp; then chalkboard paint to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the fridge cabinet &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gasp! I know I had reservations at first too!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to make a sort of message center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had my husband install some trim around it and I painted it to match the cabinets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266021837760137954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRSq9fskiuI/AAAAAAAAAqs/5Bn6RMlLrok/s400/chalkboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266021841370638466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRSq9tJYaII/AAAAAAAAAq0/otgeAJlm944/s400/chalkboard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It looks like it was always there... I get a little more organization and the four year old usually doodles up the lower half and leaves us little masterpieces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that about concludes the tour - Now I've got some &lt;strong&gt;Baking&lt;/strong&gt; to do! See you next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-5930525624043545427?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5930525624043545427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=5930525624043545427' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5930525624043545427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5930525624043545427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/kitchen.html' title='The Kitchen.....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIYoYB1qKI/AAAAAAAAAns/34v8p5mO9Xg/s72-c/red+room+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-2656234902390679899</id><published>2008-11-07T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:26:49.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='65 Years of Wedded Bliss'/><title type='text'>65 Years of Wedded Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRUhnn7_2AI/AAAAAAAAArc/xuhObLsBiWU/s1600-h/G+%26+P+wedding+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266152303898908674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRUhnn7_2AI/AAAAAAAAArc/xuhObLsBiWU/s400/G+%26+P+wedding+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we celebrated my Grandparents 65th Wedding Anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266148394868062434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRUeEFqauOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hFjypflFmy0/s400/G%26P3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago I posted a prayer request. My 90 year old Grandfather, whom we call "Poppy" had fallen and broken his hip. After surgery and a very long stay in a rehab center he has been home for awhile now and doing well. He can't walk without a walker but he still has his sense of humor and my dear Grandmother, "Granny" has been taking good care of him. He will be 91 in January and "Granny" will be 90 next June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed a wonderful evening of them telling stories about the good ole' days and the ups &amp;amp; downs of married life. One involving my Grandmother throwing a glass baby bottle at my Grandfather's head when he once proclaimed &lt;em&gt;"just because YOU had a baby doesn't mean I have to stay home"&lt;/em&gt; . Needless to say he didn't get to go out that night and I don't think he ever tried that again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another story that had us all laughing,was of them on their Honeymoon to Niagra Falls, when my Grandfather had awoken to the shadow of a man looming over the bed. He jumped up to defend his bride and tackled the "man" to the floor only to discover that he had defeated his coat hanging on the coat rack! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266148400045734978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRUeEY83vEI/AAAAAAAAArE/qy-ODxOLlF8/s400/G%26P4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes, there have been many ups &amp;amp; downs in this couple's life but they are an inspiration to us and I see many similarities within my own marriage - except I haven't had to throw any baby bottles! But I only hope that my husband and I will make it to our 65th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please help us wish these Love Birds many more years of married bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266148398107783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRUeERu08QI/AAAAAAAAArM/fEpYluyJDJ0/s400/G%26P5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266148408415340594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRUeE4IVyDI/AAAAAAAAArU/JbzaGSr0o8I/s400/G%26P7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-2656234902390679899?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2656234902390679899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=2656234902390679899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2656234902390679899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2656234902390679899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/65-years-of-wedded-bliss.html' title='65 Years of Wedded Bliss!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRUhnn7_2AI/AAAAAAAAArc/xuhObLsBiWU/s72-c/G+%26+P+wedding+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7739622994575304945</id><published>2008-11-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:00:00.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome Changes'/><title type='text'>Welcome Changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIAULzFF8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QJyyGGLIubQ/s1600-h/red+room+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265271261113948098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIAULzFF8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QJyyGGLIubQ/s400/red+room+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; constantly changing things in my rooms, I add or subtract, decide the curtain rods need to be hung higher, find a new piece that I can't live without &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, in the moment with my heart pounding upon discovering a new treasure, I &lt;strong&gt;convince&lt;/strong&gt; myself this is true!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that I can't keep any current pictures of the house. The rooms change daily. My husband is so used to this that he no longer notices. Still not sure if that's good or bad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265281873207068866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIJ947PiMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/RamQQxsYMls/s400/red+room+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also found that if you take pictures of your rooms, you can see what works or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - things you might not ordinarily notice. I have caught things from seriously crooked pictures to cob webs dangling in the corners and nothing spurs on a cleaning spree like taking pictures for all to see! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265271270274247730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIAUt7ELDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Vq3SocQvQKw/s400/red+room+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few recent pictures - things may or may not look the same in there tomorrow, but I think it keeps it interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mommy didn't buy a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch this year, no siree - she was too busy digging through the gourd bins trying to find just the right ones for the mantle!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265271263448579778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIAUUfsvsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/OzHfDOd3RA0/s400/red+room+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe "HE" was a $15 clearance section find at Homegoods?! He had a small crack which I wood puttied (sp?) up and dabbed on some paint! I think he was regularly priced around $80. This was one treasure I was proud to show my husband - "Look honey, he was on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sale!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245045955542738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHoeQuQvtI/AAAAAAAAAlc/183gaJH4P-k/s400/statue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Struck gold again at Homegoods...this heavy wood carved table was $149. I still think that was a great deal! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you should have heard me rambling off like an auctioneer the reasons WHY this was such a good steal to my husband when I was trying to convince him to unload it from the car!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245054071034082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHoeu9JUOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/x1xNYvIGYN4/s400/rr7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265318634303850018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIrZqrtBiI/AAAAAAAAApk/Gt6W7q6P2-A/s400/rr5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277219396786002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIFvAIaF1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/bkwnRqJNxAo/s400/red+room+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; That little corner of the room needed something ...so I found this little cabinet and thought it was perfect! .. and the bonus was that I could fill it with little treasures that were scattered all over the house...nice &amp;amp; tidy. Makes &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; sense to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265255340645516386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHx1fbnhGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/H1z35wp6ZnI/s400/rr5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265318627862063746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIrZSr3KoI/AAAAAAAAApc/J_zQuf1NASI/s400/rr6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My husband still hasn't noticed this and it's been several months now. I've learned to be self sufficient at hanging pictures, cabinets &amp;amp; curtain rods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277219174440850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIFu_TZX5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/RJIpVewEB_c/s400/red+room+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I retired my former rooster lamp when I found this dressed up version in a store closing sale. He's a little more "glammy" and the size and shape compliments the lamp on the other side of the room &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see pic with little cabinet, if you don't take my word for it! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265260094236514370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRH2KL8B2EI/AAAAAAAAAmc/vhtgWFAvUs0/s400/rr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that concludes the tour of the sitting room - next week it might look different. I'm crossing my fingers that my Hubby never notices! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7739622994575304945?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7739622994575304945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7739622994575304945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7739622994575304945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7739622994575304945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-changes.html' title='Welcome Changes!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRIAULzFF8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QJyyGGLIubQ/s72-c/red+room+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-8047517223094442507</id><published>2008-11-05T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:32:14.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Little Project....'/><title type='text'>A Little Project....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt; I have been promising this for a while but with Halloween, a few family birthdays, parent/teacher conferences, Oh and the FLU!.. have kept me otherwise engaged. It had also been so long I'm ashamed to admit that I had forgotten how to post! But on to the project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our dining room, there was this empty corner behind a wingback chair, I tried a palm tree &lt;em&gt;(may he rest in peace),&lt;/em&gt; then a tall floor lamp but still this corner kept nagging at me, this HUGE empty space was just calling out for something....and I always welcome a decorating opportunity! Sadly, my husband doesn't share the same enthusiasim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found myself at Lowe's and inspiration struck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purchased two sets of plain bifold doors - think they were around $34 a set. Made my way over to the wood molding section and picked up some trim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265210545186506242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHJGDV7hgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jyMZ5kjgwCI/s400/screen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to sweet talk my husband and promise him the moon &lt;em&gt;(i.e no omelets for dinner for a month!)&lt;/em&gt; to get him to "offer" his assistance. I have not yet mastered the miter saw or the nail gun...For those of you who know how, I am impressed! But for me, I had to beg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I sprayed the doors flat black, installed some raised, paintable wallpaper and got my handy husband to cut &amp;amp; nail the trim on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265210564271526162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHJHKcJ0RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/O1lWrVQqedY/s400/screen+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265210580112115330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHJIFc2BoI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hsdK2n0bIWI/s400/screen+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then onto the fun part! Painting, "golding" and then "antiquing" it to make it look old - this still confuses my husband ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265213816592626082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHMEeR7caI/AAAAAAAAAkE/IR0C44EiV-k/s400/screen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And....Ta Da!.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265217186897694466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHPIppRjwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/gDKrTZS0-E8/s400/screen+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265217159893665170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHPHFDAxZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Bqf0GI9bKdE/s400/screen+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265217183085444514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHPIbcXPaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/JGSbcBnWMww/s400/screen+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I never miss an opportunity to display plates!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a bit labor intensive but it was just what that corner needed. Well, in my opinion anyway! Hope this will inspire you to try this out, the options are limitless and I am already scoping out the house to see if I can fit another one in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This room has also had a few mini makeovers recently.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265223161065556562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHUkZJ4ylI/AAAAAAAAAk0/A6AXIptAO3o/s400/screen+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed the rods from black iron to thicker "wood" ones and used rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265223150645721170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHUjyVmuFI/AAAAAAAAAks/OodHwDUfFps/s400/screen+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265223148255734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHUjpbyaUI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3b-TsCfh4tQ/s400/screen+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I recently acquired a new obsession (I have many!) - Majolica!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265224766373380018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHWB1ZGP7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/tRY_kUzJhVA/s400/buffet3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265224764054336946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHWBswMdbI/AAAAAAAAAk8/pbEnIiJNs6E/s400/buffet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265224767844739698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHWB635anI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Xuwx_GHPBsU/s400/buffet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's it for now! I'll be posting again real soon...I promise! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-8047517223094442507?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8047517223094442507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=8047517223094442507' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8047517223094442507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8047517223094442507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-project.html' title='A Little Project....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SRHJGDV7hgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jyMZ5kjgwCI/s72-c/screen+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-6435747088369842454</id><published>2008-09-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:14:46.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time has flown by...'/><title type='text'>Time has flown by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" o="'15"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo174/centsofstyle/Newsletter%20stock%20images/calendar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh My goodness&lt;/span&gt;!? Has it really been a MONTH since I last posted? Time has flown by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all in school, including the now 4 year old, three times a week. Yay! Full days at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; request! He first thought that nap time looked &lt;em&gt;fun!&lt;/em&gt; Now, I don't think he is so sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thrill of having some free time to myself has gone to my head. It's wonderful to just get in the car and &lt;strong&gt;GO!&lt;/strong&gt; No cajoling, no threatening, just me, myself &amp;amp; my purse! I can actually &lt;em&gt;browse&lt;/em&gt; while shopping and have had the peace &amp;amp; quiet to read two whole books! &lt;strong&gt;Amazing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the family has been putting in their hints (well, more like &lt;em&gt;demands!)&lt;/em&gt; for us to have a FOURTH child...(even the hubby got that baby envy from seeing the little ones at the preschool!)... but I am happy to finally rediscover &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a while... I actually got myself a manicure &amp;amp; pedicure on a &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; morning! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought I would do while the kids were in school (clean closets, have NO laundry whatsoever, etc)..haven't quite happened yet..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hee-hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This HAS been my vacation! Albeit, only 3 days a week, and only from 8:30 - 3:30 but for me to have the notion that I could take a bubble bath in the middle of the day, ALONE... had me running out and blowing 50 bucks on some delicious smelling stuff! It, of course hasn't happened yet because I would have to clean out all the bath toys from MY tub first but the knowledge that it &lt;em&gt;could happen&lt;/em&gt; was such a thrill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So forgive me dear friends...while I do have some new things to show you (did you think I didn't&lt;em&gt; buy anything&lt;/em&gt; on my solo shopping excursions?!)I have been selfish...this is my first vacation in many years ....I might just be taking that long awaited bubble bath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" o="'6"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii290/BreeannaWiley/bath2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;**Thanks Dot! For inspiring &amp;amp; reminding me to write &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; on my blog!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-6435747088369842454?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6435747088369842454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=6435747088369842454' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/6435747088369842454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/6435747088369842454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-has-flown-by.html' title='Time has flown by...'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo174/centsofstyle/Newsletter%20stock%20images/th_calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-1424514446033012435</id><published>2008-08-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:51:12.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And one more time...'/><title type='text'>And one more time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239284981256839138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLWt7njaX-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ofLk0C0lU54/s400/study+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; it is again...my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Gentleman's Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as I had once called it on RMS.... And then dear &lt;a href="http://nikkicrumpet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Nikki Crumpet &lt;/a&gt;came popping over and wanted to know where were the men?.. and where did we study them? On the couch? Oh that made me laugh. So now I just call it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239284999058261698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLWt8p3mhsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/l5QW1bd8bh8/s400/study+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of you have probably seen this the 5 or 6 different times (or maybe it was 8 or 9 times?) I posted it on RMS....and my very first blog post was about the ottoman I had reupholstered in this room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239293351090550946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLW1iznReKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/51AQ7JHNPAw/s400/study+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then I even posted on my formerly pink deer head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239340675145503122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXglbdNkZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BnGrs5vJOLQ/s400/study+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also were alot of comments about my peacock feather wreath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239347417731357970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXmt5i83RI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j97XVK8y6pg/s400/study+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my addiction to tole trays which I scatter all over the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239354854424854578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXtexY2QDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ShGZVPKF5Y8/s400/study+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room sure does get alot of discussion.....but I am positive this will be the last time&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..(don't hold your breath!)&lt;/span&gt; But as a decorating fanatic and I know there's alot of you out there -  DecFan's are never satisfied with our rooms. We like to keep shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239349369076924498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXofe3_QFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-2QlRpN-MQc/s400/study+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... A new rug and a slipcover for my Dad's old wingback chair &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(courtesy of my Mother in-law - for the story on them read down a few posts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A few more doodad's &lt;em&gt;here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239347412701086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXmtmzpAZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/D3mxZiOV02A/s400/study+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                     And there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239343437105031282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXjGMjraHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hrajEcXkJdY/s400/study+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                            oh, and over here too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239343440990431650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXjGbCB6aI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2GW70_-hWiU/s400/study+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to get this houndstooth pillow with the leather buckles..it was calling to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239285012128621090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLWt9aj0YiI/AAAAAAAAAcY/av8ecF_EfJw/s400/study+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And isn't this a sweet little old chair? My three year old's time out spot, reading chair, step stool and whatever else he can do with it. It's the rotating chair, moved all around the room, so forgive it's placement at the moment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353821592086738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXsipyU6NI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mlzkVjSpojM/s400/study+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been taking pictures of my rooms since the day we moved in and the changes even make me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                           Before's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239359514130696642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXxuAJSycI/AAAAAAAAAeM/r4cFVwwR4Nk/s400/den+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239359521679349698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXxucRCF8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/9UGInyi567Y/s400/den+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239359520126232754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXxuWevaLI/AAAAAAAAAec/41QdIKtldAw/s400/den+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think it looks "lived in" yet? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353814113140546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLXsiN7NP0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/K3M1i2fA63s/s400/study+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;****Just a little note to all of you who have stopped by to read my last post about my Grandfather. I really appreciate all the kind words &amp;amp; prayers for his return home. I've got some wonderful friends out there in blogland and you've all touched my heart deeply!! Now, you've got me crying again....but really, I thank you for your support! ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-1424514446033012435?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1424514446033012435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=1424514446033012435' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1424514446033012435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1424514446033012435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-one-more-time.html' title='And one more time....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLWt7njaX-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ofLk0C0lU54/s72-c/study+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-3586985996179816279</id><published>2008-08-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:35:20.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say a little prayer..'/><title type='text'>Say a little prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" o="'16"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q25/jffjgale/hands-praying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping you all could maybe add my family into your prayers... My dear sweet 90 year old Grandfather is in the hospital, recovering from hip surgery which resulted from a fall about a week ago. He is now in a rehabilitation center for a few weeks undergoing therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sweet old man who was always singing and making silly jokes is now lying in a hospital bed, still wooing all the nurses with his charm, but is trying to cover up his pain with humor. My 89 year old Grandmother who still drives &amp;amp; cooks is lost without him. He really is the only Grandfather my children have known and he is lovingly called "Poppy". My Dad passed away when I was 21 so he didn't see me marry my husband, so my Grandfather has taken on the role of spoiling my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was his 90th Birthday Celebration this past January....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019170824273954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLS8LahxQCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/s9vt-ur_GH8/s400/101_8614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pictures below were taken last Christmas. Even though he is legally blind and has a titanium knee replacement, he still wanted to dance with his bride. I was lucky to capture the moment on camera......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018035926092610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLS7JWs9S0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/mM0APAXRJ40/s400/Granny+%26+Poppy3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018040314566690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLS7JnDQGCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Mqd1OY6RbHY/s400/poppy%26granny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018042856450242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLS7JwhSKMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_8twwHbMnIo/s400/Poppy%26granny2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please say a little prayer for my dear, sweet, Italian Grandfather Louis,  that he will return home to all of us. Many thanks.... ~ Laurie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-3586985996179816279?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3586985996179816279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=3586985996179816279' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3586985996179816279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3586985996179816279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-little-prayer.html' title='Say a little prayer...'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SLS8LahxQCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/s9vt-ur_GH8/s72-c/101_8614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-8686309050760297036</id><published>2008-08-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:36:42.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boudoir'/><title type='text'>The Boudoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKiOG69UtWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gLzDKJkIcUo/s1600-h/bedroom+pics2+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235590816375027042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKiOG69UtWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gLzDKJkIcUo/s400/bedroom+pics2+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKhxlQLWjzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7wo95bZwNgE/s1600-h/bedroom+pics2+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235559451629883186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKhxlQLWjzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7wo95bZwNgE/s400/bedroom+pics2+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is our bedroom...still a work in progress but aren't all of us "decorating fanatics" always shopping, rearranging or otherwise "working" on rooms in our homes? We are always on the lookout for little trinkets to freshen up our spaces... much to our husband's annoyance. To a decorating fanatic ...a room is never DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235559456151927810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKhxlhBffAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dzkNSdyhU5o/s400/bedroom+pics2+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are a few things of this room that I am not fond of but I have to "make do" until the right item with the right price comes along! A few things in this room are castoffs from other rooms that my husband just doesn't see the logic in "it doesn't go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561910024145138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKhz0WaOCPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Q9wKftot05s/s400/bedroom+pics2+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him a chair is a chair, a bed is a bed but a TV on the other hand is entirely different story. Thankfully we don't have a monster one in our "boudoir" . He does have his own space downstairs that I call the "Man Cave" with his lazyboy recliner that he ends up snoring in on Sunday afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561912984419394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKhz0hcAPEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oAE2YR8VU_k/s400/bedroom+pics2+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The needlepoint chair &amp;amp; pictures above were a recent antiques faire find. I was THRILLED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235570526315552594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh7p4mLH1I/AAAAAAAAAao/OOUR5X7N0Fs/s400/bedroom+pics2+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Mother in-law ended up sewing the remaining four panels of draperies needed. I had only been able to accomplish two on my own (which took me days!) while she zipped out the remaining four panels in one day. (I got the job of hand sewing on the curtain rings which took me twice as long!) The headboard was a DIY project between my husband and I last winter in the garage. I am still begging the husband for crown molding but he won't settle for the fiberglass kind from the homecenter. No siree, he wants to put up real wood molding, problem is that we don't have the budget (oops! blame that on me!) nor the time to do that in the house. So nearly two years later of us building this home, I am still staring up at my "naked" ceilings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235564233554374946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh17mO_sSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/qI4BUNuBV44/s400/bedroom+pics2+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that our "Boudoir's" are the last room to get attention? I stared at paper shades for a very long time before doing anything about it. Now when I wake up in the morning, I feel surrounded like I am in a cocoon and it's a very calming feeling provided that the kids aren't up first jumping up and down on the bed trying to wake us, which happens more often than not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few details....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235568930425284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh6M_cSKLI/AAAAAAAAAag/_htu9UuUA_0/s400/bedroom+pics+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Doesn't her expression just ooze patience with her 3 children climbing all over her? Either patience or defeat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235566595129647730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh4FDyaonI/AAAAAAAAAaI/j2QhA_d5CnI/s400/bedroom+pics2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235564244323824498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh18OWoc3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/n1MPNog_Abs/s400/bedroom+pics2+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The cabinet was bought many years ago unfinished - I recently painted it this red color and penciled in a stencil before hand painting in the details with a few different colors. I didn't like the look of the stencil just dabbed on, when you do it by hand..well it just looks handpainted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235573477465351458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh-VqfHZSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/jONCeQ2gPSQ/s400/bedroom+pics2+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235566601467967762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh4FbZluRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VY6kzPQpawI/s400/bedroom+pics2+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up...the bathroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235568920602187138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKh6Ma2RlYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rzgoBMY7yNU/s400/bedroom+pics+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-8686309050760297036?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8686309050760297036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=8686309050760297036' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8686309050760297036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8686309050760297036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/08/boudoir.html' title='The Boudoir'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SKiOG69UtWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gLzDKJkIcUo/s72-c/bedroom+pics2+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7277334321236641181</id><published>2008-08-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:42:33.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Dance'/><title type='text'>Happy Dance...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" o="'18"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg42/tterub/DSCF1194-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be shameful of me to do the Happy Dance now that my in-laws are gone...? Even though there was a tearful goodbye at 5:45 this morning, I am relieved to be sitting here in my jammies typing this and not worried that we have to cook, clean or entertain a small army of extended family. Am I bad or evil for feeling this way...? Maybe I need to further explain how the past 8 weeks have been so you might just get a better understanding of why, though sad to see my darling mother in-law go (and father in-law, though I don't think I really know him any better than I did 12 years ago when I first met him)..of why I feel I can breathe a huge sigh of relief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in-law likes to cook...alot...and by alot I mean ALOT of food. To feed an army. She obviously knew there would be a small one coming on a regular basis to eat at our Farmhouse Diner. While I watched as my Mother in-law worked her magic in my kitchen, I (mistakenly) insisted that since she cooked, I would do clean up. Well, the first few weeks wasn't so bad...so what if I was still up at 11p.m. scrubbing pots and pans and vacuuming and mopping up the floor? Who cares that we would start all over again in about 8 hours? I diligently cleaned and stacked my pots and pans every night back in their neat little places so my kitchen looked picture perfect each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about the 3rd or 4th week of this it dawned on me to let my normal, neat freak fanatic slide a bit. Why was I torturing myself..? So I conceded and would only stack the clean pots and pans on top of the stove. Okay, I could give in and just ignore the mound-o-pots and pretend they weren't there. Now to do something about the floor...hmm...okay, well I won't mop every night...just lightly vacuum &amp;amp; spot mop. What about those counters?...so what if I could barely see them underneath the stacks of foreign ingredients and special herbs she used on a regular basis. She was cooking wonderful meals, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wasn't cooking, she was sewing at the kitchen table. She sewed alot. While I was also the receiver of most of these sewing projects my fingers were itching to toss the darn machine out the window! My kitchen table looked like an upholstery warehouse. Bits and pieces of fabric &amp;amp; thread that floated and traveled through the rest of the house as you walked by. But most of my anguish over my normally, quite orderly home, would be forgotten as she cranked out yet another wonderful pillow or finished my drapes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in-law is a wonderful, caring, generous person but she only has one pace....S L O W. There is no fast forward with her, there is only slow motion. Times &amp;amp; schedules don't really exist with her. Doesn't sound so bad, right? well, the only teeny problem with that, while her blood pressure maybe on an even keel, everyone around her is on overdrive trying to overcompensate. And I never thought I would say this but &lt;strong&gt;I HATED shopping&lt;/strong&gt;... with her... and 3 kids. To her, the stores we take for granted and visit on a regular basis (Target, Walmart, Homegoods) were like treasure hunts for her. She would finger all the towels, read the backs of all the packages &amp;amp; stare for a good 10 minutes at one item while my 3 bored kids would be screaming &amp;amp; fighting, and with me about to cry and tear my hair out, would wait for her to make up her mind or catch up to us (yes, I would get so frustrated that I would walk away, do my shopping and come back while she was still fingering the towels.) I smartened up and would send my husband out with his Mama to do any shopping and then chuckle when he would return home, red faced &amp;amp; fully frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the extended family. My husband is the oldest of 12 kids. Some live here and some still live &amp;amp; attend school in Mexico (the youngest is 15). I was under the impression that my in-laws visit would be divided amongst the family so everyone would have their opportunity to visit. Wellll, that's not how it happened. My father inlaw is a farmer, raises cows &amp;amp; crops on his little ranch in Mexico. He doesn't like cities. Period. He refused to leave our ranch to visit with his other offspring. So guess what that meant..? Word of my in-laws visit spread like wildfire! Yep, everyone of the family came to our home with their families to visit and stay the weekends with us. There were people sleeping on the floor, on the couches, on blow up mattresses that some, I still don't know their names or how they were related but here they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And don't think I didn't have private meltdowns in my room or hushed conversations with my husband that he better do something QUICK! Poor guy, he was more stressed out than I was. I got to fade into the background and secretly "cringe" at all the "darling" toddlers teetering toward my antique lamps/china/&amp;amp; other breakables, while I would try to redecorate my home with all my valuables up as high as I could place them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get the wrong idea...I love my Mother in-law. Absolutely. I had a lovely time with her. She cooked, she sewed, she prayed for us. I learned many things and got a new perspective on life &amp;amp; family and I think she did as well. My husband laughingly told me that his mother was voicing her opinion quite often with her husband to which the husband replied "I think you are hanging around Loraina (the spanish pronounciation of my name, Laurie)too much!" And I know she loves me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am sad that they are gone, I am also relieved to get back to my normal, ordinary, neat freak fanatic self. The self that wants her house back to normal like Better Homes &amp;amp; Gardens might unexpectedly drop by begging for a photo shoot (one can dream, right?) or I might, by chance, win Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes (though I never enter, but you never know -could be a computer malfunction and it randomly picks my name from online shoppers data bases) and how horrible would it be if my house was a mess on live television!? :) (I apologize if this sounds superficial, but having a disorderly house overwhelms, stresses and other wise makes me feel claustrophobic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did come away with a new understanding and gratefulness of how wonderful my life is/was before my summer of in-laws. There's no place like being home...in my jammies, typing away on my computer , hiding &amp;amp; locking the front door and perhaps ordering take out...for the next month!&lt;br /&gt;Can I do the Happy Dance..? Nah, I'm too tired! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Once I get said house in order, I will post pics of all the lovely sewing bits courtesy of my Mother -inlaw.** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7277334321236641181?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7277334321236641181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7277334321236641181' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7277334321236641181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7277334321236641181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-dance.html' title='Happy Dance...?'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-5860031676050999277</id><published>2008-08-04T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:49:21.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Still Here'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_18_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt; Remember me..? I apologize for my lack of new posts lately...sigh....Some of you might be aware that my inlaws are visiting - been 5 weeks now. Not that I am complaining, no siree, it's just that my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"ME"&lt;/span&gt; time has been limited. With all the home cooking (imagine cooking Thanksgiving meal &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) the sewing, the shopping, all the visits from extended family...I am totally wiped out.... depleted ....fresh out of ideas of what to write about, even if &lt;em&gt;I had&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway this little post was just to say hello to all of you who leave me lovely comments and stop by to visit with me, I appreciate it, I do! &lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_32v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of my Mother - inlaw and her talent at the sewing machine, I've finally got all my bedroom curtains done! Now hanging them is another story (goodbye paper shades!) but I hope I can get them up with in the next day or so to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hang in there with me... &lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_215.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-5860031676050999277?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5860031676050999277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=5860031676050999277' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5860031676050999277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5860031676050999277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-1931288916067663813</id><published>2008-07-20T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:45:40.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quiet Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225188594933889010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOZV8V09_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/tbvIEiTeXU8/s400/quiet+room2+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; 3 year old knows this as the &lt;em&gt;"Quiet Room"&lt;/em&gt;. There's something about my dining room that makes you want to speak in hushed tones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225177389903514178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOPJuWaCkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AQXnUx4OS4s/s400/quiet+room+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This room is near the front of the house, just down a little hallway to the kitchen but for some reason whenever I am in this room (&lt;em&gt;hiding out&lt;/em&gt;) my family can't find me! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh! Bliss!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It could be that I stay perfectly still with my eyes closed - you know the &lt;em&gt;"I can't see you, so you can't see me..."&lt;/em&gt; theory,....so far it works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225226901001751634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIO8LpkGTFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/112cgz849cw/s400/dineliving+room+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225213315350261346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOv03EX7mI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sUH8AZ2UlQI/s400/quiet+room+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried many times to capture the "essence" of this room with my outdated camera but to no avail. The pictures don't do it justice with it's harsh flash and untrue colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225232194091449554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIPA_v3BfNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/i-XydfdvboA/s400/quiet+room2+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225232182450437314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIPA_EflvMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RY_oeH4RCjU/s400/quiet+room2+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225232185644659666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIPA_QZJs9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/MiglZ3N-4Oc/s400/quiet+room2+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I know there are some things that need tweaking, adding, subtracting, etc. but for now I am going to focus on the positives of this space. Contrary to what you might be thinking with it's bold floral, it's a rather soothing room. It's filled with many collections that I have either hunted down &lt;em&gt;(antique green transferware, tole trays)&lt;/em&gt; or was lucky enough to inherit &lt;em&gt;(silver tea/coffee service). &lt;/em&gt;90% of the furniture was refinished by me &lt;em&gt;(including the antique piano!)&lt;/em&gt; except for the wingbacks and a few sidetables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225211129863511634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOt1pfunlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7BAS_zYhngU/s400/quiet+room+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225188596125059554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOZWAx0yeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PvCjhQZiQwQ/s400/quiet+room2+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225222826001773938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIO4edAZNXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lGoaE5RSjpM/s400/stuff2+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband and I built the window bench one weekend&lt;em&gt;(that was one Looongg weekend!)&lt;/em&gt; and I painstakingly sewed up the curtains, cushions and most of the pillows. I even installed the dark blinds myself when my husband was on a trip &lt;em&gt;(he still hasn't said anything about how they suddenly "appeared").&lt;/em&gt; The black buffet &lt;em&gt;(formerly a peeling,beat up brown finish)&lt;/em&gt; was a roadside find that I made him back up &amp;amp; load in the truck, hoping the neighbors weren't peeking out their windows at us! ha-ha! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225220016166061266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIO165jWxNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/qj1mxUc576U/s400/dineliving+room+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225226895212715250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIO8LT_4nPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gTJlQ2XKSAo/s400/dineliving+room+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225199282423034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOjECVzdGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sRXFzCkDuZc/s400/quiet+room+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some might think a formal dining/living room that only gets used a few times a year is a wasted space...but not to me...I use this room daily, I just don't have a crowd of people with me. When the holidays arrive ,this room is anything but quiet with our family &amp;amp; friends gathered but during the other 360-some odd days of the year, it's become a sort of retreat where I can sit with my tea and look around at all my little bits &amp;amp; sparkly pieces and breathe deeply. You know the room that stays clean and things are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exactly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;where you left them.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225197103456678882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOhFNDvc-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/oeRC9wNw6Xg/s400/quiet+room2+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I steal a few minutes of peace &amp;amp; tranquility and then I am ready to face daily life again with my family, because you all know that once in a while you wish you could ship the little buggers off to boarding school &lt;em&gt;(or camp, which we did for a week!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225191497184298098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOb-4EPxHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/D5sM3IPj_l8/s400/quiet+room2+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225220010315251442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIO16jwafvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Hxlw4hXJjJ8/s400/dineliving+room+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225199287008266834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOjETbAilI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9YTiJM3oJuk/s400/quiet+room+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am going to stop talking and let you sit and relax...because that's what this room is all about. The Quiet.~ Enjoy! ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225238296151123682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIPGi7za5uI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OPk1UcXI8gI/s400/quiet+room2+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225177392152442338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOPJ2ul9eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/F8w9SXfEebw/s400/quiet+room+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-1931288916067663813?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1931288916067663813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=1931288916067663813' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1931288916067663813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1931288916067663813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-quiet-room.html' title='My Quiet Room'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SIOZV8V09_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/tbvIEiTeXU8/s72-c/quiet+room2+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-1780998857374673464</id><published>2008-07-14T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:51:10.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My In-laws'/><title type='text'>My In-laws.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ome of you may remember that my inlaws are visiting... I didn't fully explain how their visits work...You see, my inlaws are from Mexico. My husband is a US Citizen but has been here working off and on since he was 14 to help support his 11 siblings and parents. Yes, he is the oldest of 12! Some of his siblings are almost like children to him, he has had a big hand in raising them here in California. Now getting back to my inlaws. Their visa had expired and it took nearly 2 years of paperwork &amp;amp; travels to the Texas/Mexico border to get their visas renewed. They live on a ranch about 3 hours from Guadalajara which is no where near the Texas border. Their ranch is like a tiny village with a few markets, a small school &amp;amp; a church. One member of the community goes weekly to the next town to collect any mail that might have arrived for this small ranch. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until about a year ago, the only way for my husband to contact his parents was to call the only phone in the village (inside one of these little markets) to send a message to his family (which of course is hand delivered) that he will be calling back in one hour, meaning for them to go to the only phone in the whole town. On his last visit, he updated them with a type of cell phone but the reception varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in-law is a wonderful person, full of home remedies to cure your ailments and the ability to throw together a meal with minimal ingredients. Even with a language barrier (we do alot of "miming" and drawing!) we get along well. She has learned more English than I have Spanish. My father-inlaw is a shy, quiet farmer who either runs in the opposite direction to avoid having an awkward conversation with his American daughter-inlaw or "yells" at me in Spanish, thinking that I must be deaf and if he yells it at me, I will understand him much better! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his parents come to visit, the rest of the family comes in droves to see them where ever they are. That means sometimes we will have 8 people sleeping in one room, scattered about, but happy to be near their family. It's very humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband typically visits his parents once a year when his construction work slows down,usually bringing along our now 9 year old son. His mother would send back these sweet pancakes called "Gorditas" These were unlike anything I have ever tasted! I would "horde" them all to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night, I brought up the subject of Gorditas while we were having dinner. My husband said we needed a brick oven and you sort of "smoke" them. I figured, oh well, that was that...end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next day to my Mother-inlaw outside gathering left over bricks from our front porch and other projects... since my husband is in construction, we ALWAYS have leftover materials, mortar, etc. laying around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222940457227850786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHucrGwVFCI/AAAAAAAAASg/xCY8LEXTjWg/s400/july4,gorditas+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;There's my Mother in-law in a skirt and little pumps making this oven in 100 degree weather. She's shy and wouldn't pose for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222949347582731602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHukwl6G5VI/AAAAAAAAASw/JYS3-smN7GM/s400/july4,gorditas+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222949358587715362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHukxO55nyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bupJfMxOwwc/s400/july4,gorditas+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We, "WOMEN",with some help from the kids, made this in a day while the "MEN" were gone. Later after returning home from work, my husband's contribution was to clear away any weeds with the tractor and spread gravel for safety. My husband thoroughly enjoyed seeing his wife covered in mortar and lugging a wheel barrow around. I think I saw a new respect in his eyes, his wife isn't such a prima donna after all ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now on to the recipe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First we had to find some milking cows - seriously! We needed unpasturized milk. We live in an agricultural area so not too hard. We had to heat the milk on the stove and add an enzyme (I won't tell you where or what it's from, I had a hard time with this part myself!) to make our own cheese. I believe my mother-inlaw called this "Cuajada" and I did a little online research and it's similar to a "ricotta" cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222997197990444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHvQR2kUv4I/AAAAAAAAATY/MDakqvJ9TiU/s400/july4,gorditas+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told you she is shy - she wouldn't turn around for the picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222997201782453634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHvQSEsaNYI/AAAAAAAAATg/uQE-DOkI-Gg/s400/july4,gorditas+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223000810327625106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHvTkHknzZI/AAAAAAAAATo/n_hrk9WkbPU/s400/july4,gorditas+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we used "Maseca"corn meal, some flour, baking soda &amp;amp; powder, a different type of brown cane sugar called "Piloncillo" that we melted on the stove, cinnamon, melted butter, raisins &amp;amp; peanuts and of course this drained cheese mixture. You know how these old family recipes are, a little of this, alot of that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223000812997560162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHvTkRhLx2I/AAAAAAAAATw/gtXXOPfYu3Y/s400/july4,gorditas+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223099675552534866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHwte1PEUVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/st9opoDIkgU/s400/july4,gorditas+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melted "Piloncillo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After stoking up the little oven, we were ready ....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223100768689189426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHwuedfJ8jI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kNnHF3dgtDg/s400/july4,gorditas+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008802138344642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHva1TYxzMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/a5FT_N0B0gI/s400/july4,gorditas+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008808514565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHva1rI_N2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/E7HONanoSXE/s400/july4,gorditas+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008812601873250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHva16Xek2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dS7TblySAkg/s400/july4,gorditas+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mother -inlaw was outside until 10 pm baking these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Being with my in-laws is like stepping back in time. Making do with only the bare necessities. On my only visit to their home, I was in awe of their lifestyle. Milk is delivered in buckets and a woman comes peddling a basket of eggs to sell. We washed the dishes outside on a rock with a bucket of water. That was something I won't forget! Laundry is washed in an old fashioned crank machine and air dried til it's so stiff it can stand up on it's own. Women iron daily to make the clothes more pliable and it's something they ENJOY. I am amazed at what my Mother in-law can do with a sewing machine (she will make young brides in their little village their wedding gowns!) and am in awe of her needlepoint, embroidery and crocheting. Lost forms of art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Being around my Mother-inlaw has definitely humbled me and yet I think her crazy American daughter in-law has rubbed off on her as well. The first time she ever left Mexico was 12 years ago to attend our wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111693695948274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHw4aYTvlfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jvZmkcufuVk/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223108548652558114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHw1jUG95yI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5eEZOfDioag/s400/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the years since, she traveled alone to visit us many times and the independence suits her. I try to pamper her and do all the girly things I sometimes take for granted. But my experience with her "building" our own little oven with found materials is something I won't easily forget, I felt like a true Pioneer Woman that day, breaking bricks and spreading mortar...And I know she was doing this all for ME. See? feelings &amp;amp; emotions can be expressed even without speaking the same language! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223108544688694706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="390" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHw1jFV6JbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qKD6KG8cyE8/s400/scan0010.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mother in-law and my husband dancing at our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111699528733954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHw4auCY1QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nagBw592Rro/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living Happily Ever After. The End!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-1780998857374673464?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1780998857374673464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=1780998857374673464' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1780998857374673464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/1780998857374673464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-in-laws.html' title='My In-laws.....'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SHucrGwVFCI/AAAAAAAAASg/xCY8LEXTjWg/s72-c/july4,gorditas+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-8346627461015535476</id><published>2008-06-29T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:11:29.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need Your Opinion Please'/><title type='text'>Need Your Opinion...Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SGe-uRUiXiI/AAAAAAAAASI/qjVs7PyKNMg/s1600-h/tray+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217348395464810018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SGe-uRUiXiI/AAAAAAAAASI/qjVs7PyKNMg/s400/tray+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tray is a recent find of mine...it would look great as a side table on one of those tray stands (except I don't have one of those and I don't have room to put it anywhere as a table- did that stop me from buying it...? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I propped it up in front of the fireplace to act as a "fireplace screen" so to speak. Oh, I have been coveting a gorgeous screen in a catalog for at least 6 months - slight problem is that it is $400 plus additional $100 for shipping &amp;amp; handling. Now my hubby doesn't think spending that kind of money on something that will be purely decorative (he doesn't have the "vision" that I have but thank goodness he keeps me grounded...sigh...) being that our fireplace is gas and has a glass door on the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my eye always go to the black hole that is there and this is Summer! - it needs some brightening up. So until I can "squirrel away" enough money (I am thinking of raiding the loose change jar! anyone feel like rolling pennies with me..? anyone...?) to buy the fireplace screen of my dreams - does this LOOK STUPID...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217350686108848450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SGfAzmookUI/AAAAAAAAASQ/957j95FArBU/s400/tray+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217350697116845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SGfA0PpJRuI/AAAAAAAAASY/MwPDFYX3rug/s400/tray+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Please feel free to offer suggestions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-8346627461015535476?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8346627461015535476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=8346627461015535476' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8346627461015535476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8346627461015535476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/06/need-your-opinionplease.html' title='Need Your Opinion...Please!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SGe-uRUiXiI/AAAAAAAAASI/qjVs7PyKNMg/s72-c/tray+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7397661015451319013</id><published>2008-06-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:54:02.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What was I thinking?'/><title type='text'>What was I thinking...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="LAUNDRY" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n114/bess_04/heels-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;id I really say I would have more time to "Blog" when my kids were home for the summer..? What was I thinking...? Must have had a momentary lapse of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;REALITY WITH MY KIDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been chained to my kitchen! When did they start acting like cavemen that haven't seen food in months..? I have become a short order cook. Oh and a referee too. Sheesh! Remind me again why I was so anxious for school to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's right - it was the loads of homework that I was complaining about...well, which is the lesser of the two evils now...a little homework or having 3 screaming, fighting, hungry, bored kids home ALL DAY with you..? and this is in between the dozen or so summer birthday parties since school has ended that they have attended, the many "can't miss Blockbuster" movies they've seen, the visits with Grandma and summer art classes...and they still have time to fight! and make messes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what I did..? I ran out and signed the older two kids up for CAMP! Yep, sleepaway camp for one week..hee-hee! I know, I felt so brave signing them up, now I am a little unsure. My 11 year old daughter is completely ecstatic! All her little friends are going. BUT, my now 9 year old son, is a bit more apprehensive. He's got two buddies from school signed up to be in his cabin but still...he is a mama's boy. I hope I don't cry when they get on the bus....what was I thinking!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got the in laws flying in on Monday to spend the summer with us. I have been in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ultra Panic Cleaning Mode&lt;/span&gt;. And you all know that's really impossible with 3 kids home...you clean one room... dusting, vacuuming, artfully arranging your knick knacks. You leave the room to perhaps answer the phone, use the bathroom, refill your coffee cup and come back to complete and utter chaos...&lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know how they do it but they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am cleaning out closets, drawers, tackling my mound-o-laundry. You know, the stuff that you can "disguise" when someone comes to visit for an afternoon... but when you've got one staying a few months.....welllll, that's just a teeny bit different. You know eventually your houseguest will make their way to that closet that is jammed packed with everything from holiday decorations, abandoned sewing projects and extra toilet paper rolls that are strewn everywhere (oh? you don't have a closet like that...? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do!&lt;/span&gt;) and your cover is blown. Too risky for me...we aren't talking your best girlfriend from college - we are talking &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MOTHER IN LAW!&lt;/span&gt; (screams of horror follow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do have great in laws - I would just prefer that they NOT see the messy side of me. No dirty laundry - literally. And I will have to IRON. my husband will be so happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear blogger friends, I am still here - just buried under laundry and family obligations. I bid you Adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7397661015451319013?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7397661015451319013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7397661015451319013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7397661015451319013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7397661015451319013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking...?'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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-5918250889911101047.post-491812940335928484</id><published>2008-06-07T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:25:47.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slumber Party Review'/><title type='text'>Slumber Party Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEWAiCpVReI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DydIz-mwvB8/s1600-h/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207709866437985762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEWAiCpVReI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DydIz-mwvB8/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Moly! And I thought I was prepared!...... I was totally unaware of the emotional turmoil 10 little eleven year old girls dish out! We had lots of ups &amp;amp; downs this weekend but I am pretty sure all enjoyed themselves (once the pouting in the corner was over!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did the spa treatment which only took 45 minutes! I was anticipating a good hour and a half.... (only 8 girls at the salon - 2 were arriving later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207718826205046370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEWIrkYQ5mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xmRUYpD0FWM/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207718862770129186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEWItsmDySI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4ihGjgsFpE0/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207718883020319122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEWIu4CFKZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5YKUu5ExO-w/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On to the pizza parlor...with me trying to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S T R E T C H &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;out the activities by dishing out quarters for the arcade games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208919843031452946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEnM_8tfjRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/69xEc7tyx0Y/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208919859523331730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEnNA6JdppI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ccg3095j9Zo/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209202316849208898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErN6FrwXkI/AAAAAAAAARw/FxX8AYiavsM/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home and they played on the trampoline for a while, did a bit of dress up ("she got the &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; belt!.... How come she gets to wear the black high heels?!..... I want to wear the veil!") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208962574119280786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEnz3OavIJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gXKu9ytJiKM/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208962582510434354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEnz3trV-DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gc9SO0kLEEE/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208968077213610498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEn43jCqsgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dgTVvl_6SIA/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209202323902249218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErN6f9VOQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/m78Xx41VH4M/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209206931865960338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErSGt9ff5I/AAAAAAAAASA/SDoxX397Yo8/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then me dashing out to KFC for some Popcorn Chicken to feed a small army. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209184646711198050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEq91jSjwWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/odg8eHZyR8k/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209184655568766274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEq92ESXhUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NIqIafrrtb4/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's my 3 year old (who dressed himself!) vacuuming up after those messy girls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake, presents, crafts(remember my carefully thought out plan of constructing a simple tie fringe pillow? haaaaa! Well let's just say I think there was more pillow stuffing ALL OVER the room than in the pillows themselves!), popcorn, pillow fights, 1:30 am frantic call on walkie talkie because there was a spider in the bathtub (who was taking a shower at 1:30 in the morning?!), 6:15 am wake up call from outside our bedroom window - they were jumping on the trampoline!!.... only to fall back asleep until 9 am (for some this was the ONLY time they slept). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209195458536594786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErHq4em3WI/AAAAAAAAARY/8HZQrR5rJ_I/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209189855504022962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErCkvjivbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8M9bHPz5EY4/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192197437378018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErEtD79zeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FTmtYcBLoyw/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192196216409762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErEs_Y3TqI/AAAAAAAAARI/-a4VAoNN4bM/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Breakfast with these Good Morning Merry Sunshine Girls.. (Not!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209195477193791650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErHr9-1GKI/AAAAAAAAARg/Zt1gcE3ubs4/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209197113923939538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SErJLPRtLNI/AAAAAAAAARo/E8xs6inkEYU/s400/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me glancing at the clock every 10 minutes - (tick, tick, tick...) the countdown until the parents arrival and claiming of their darlings... ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Coffee" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm191/Kayles_21/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a group of parents hanging out with us having coffee and chuckling over the details of the party.......Last child left at 1 p.m.....sigh...time to relax!...then my husband looks at me and says ...those dreaded words..."I'm hungry...." ....Can I kill him...? This is the man who slept in until 10:00 am while I was downstairs feeding a small army! But he never does that - he is the early riser, let's go to church type of guy so I guess I can &lt;em&gt;allow&lt;/em&gt; him that one day to sleep in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to gather up our middle child (8 year old son) from his cousin's house (remember he had been "banned" from the house?) so we decided to stop for lunch. But at the restaurant, I must have looked so haggard for the waitress asked me if I wanted a cocktail... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ding, ding ding!!&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes, you betcha!... I thoroughly enjoyed the largest Margarita I had ever seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="drinks?" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk263/lissetted921_2008/margarita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with a nice margarita &amp;amp; a thousand calorie meal consumed, I was nearly comatose (&amp;amp; drooling!) on the way home. Just what I needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sorry - I meant to post this earlier this week but last minute school activities have kept me otherwise engaged, some family arrived from out of state unexpectedly and in the small snippets of time I was trying to post -I have been having a bit of trouble loading pictures..? Anyone else having that problem? Anyway Thanks so much for all the concerned comments on my welfare! Some had me saying "awww!" and others had me chuckling! But it was nice knowing my blogger friends were concerned! Only four more school days and then I will be free to visit with all of you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-491812940335928484?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/491812940335928484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=491812940335928484' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/491812940335928484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/491812940335928484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/06/slumber-party-review.html' title='Slumber Party Review'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SEWAiCpVReI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DydIz-mwvB8/s72-c/isabel%27s+11th+birthday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-3854621116787543253</id><published>2008-05-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:04:49.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown to Slumber Party'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Slumber Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="sleeping bag" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j285/evrybitdeserving/ma4hpsleepoverpartyOO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; is the big sleepover for my now 11 year old daughter. I have been running around like crazy this week trying to get organized for the big day. I think I have been to the grocery store about 4 times! Her real birthday was yesterday, but in between me running around ordering cake and finalizing plans and calling back all the lovely Moms who left me questions on the answering machine, going to the school for an assembly only to realize that instead of 9 am- it's at 2 pm (agh!) and then to realize that I must have left the video camera turned on from the non-existent 9 a.m. showing so that it sat in the car until 2 pm. and died! Our little puppy, Daisy had her "girl surgery" this week and is quite upset with her new satellite dish collar and doesn't understand the term "limited activity" and wants to go out and play! So she sits and HOWLS all day!!   All this and dragging the wonderful, temperamental 3 year old with me. I am wiped out and we haven't even had the party yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big plan is to have the girls dropped off at a local salon for a "Princess" manicure &amp;amp; pedicure. Afterward on to pizza (good old standby - who doesn't like pizza?) and then home for the ice cream cake &amp;amp; sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT what to do with 10 little pre-teen girls who all feel they are sooooooo mature? Too grown up for American Girl dolls (what?! I really enjoyed buying all those cute little matching and oh so expensive clothes for my daughter &amp;amp; doll. I am not ready to tuck away her small collection of them just yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a few simple crafts....they can personalize their new pair of flipflops that I will present to them at the salon (can't ruin their newly painted toenails squeezing their feet back into tennis shoes!) with glitterglue, stickers and fuzzy tie on thingys. Also ready for them is to make a small- pink- camouflage- heart shaped -fleece- tie fringe pillow (did that make sense?) Then I have also on standby - 3 containers worth of costumes and wigs and highheels for them to doll themselves up with. Not to mention the 6 bags of chips, cookies, sodas and other misc sleepover junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the parent lock on all the "adult" type of channels and I am not talking the Playboy channel - just the basic Showtimes &amp;amp; HBO's that play really explicit movies at 10 p.m. on weekends...(only according to the tv guide! haa-haa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the fridge stocked up with a myriad of breakfast foods. I'm making waffles!! got walkie talkies waiting ( my idea of a baby monitor in the room with them got vetoed!) for any middle of the night meltdowns...8 year old brother has been banished from the house for the night (sleeping over at his cousin's house) Can't do much about the 3 year old, who knows?.. maybe they will dress him up too - he doesn't mind the attention - he usually calls his big sister's friends "sweetie". Got the goodie bags waiting by the door to send the newly polished/painted/soda hangovers/sleep deprived little darlings on home with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I forgetting anything..? Okay - seasoned Moms out there...am I leaving anything out...? mayday...mayday...I've only got 24 hours &amp;amp; counting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a comment if you can think of anything! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-3854621116787543253?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3854621116787543253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=3854621116787543253' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3854621116787543253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3854621116787543253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown-to-slumber-party.html' title='Countdown to Slumber Party!!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-4590639759954020195</id><published>2008-05-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:23:29.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO DO LIST'/><title type='text'>TO DO LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SDXL5Nm7qtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RteBkXeVQOI/s1600-h/j0431017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203289128262413010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SDXL5Nm7qtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RteBkXeVQOI/s400/j0431017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt; feel like when you have so much to do......you don't know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; to do, so you do &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's me today...a &lt;strong&gt;To Do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;List&lt;/strong&gt; a mile long and I am running around here like a chicken with it's head cut off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, after the usual hectic morning of taking the kids to school, I was of the mindset of tackling the dreaded &lt;strong&gt;To Do List&lt;/strong&gt;. Started with something simple, still feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; at this point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;candle sconce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is propped up against the wall in the hallway, just waiting for me to hang it but first I need screws...okay, so I go out to the garage, grab a handful and put them in my pocket for safe keeping. Turn to go back into house and see that the dogs have no water, so start filling the water bowl, then notice that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unplanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plants sitting there waiting for me to do something with them (another item on my list!), need watering..okay got the hose out already, spray those...oh look, here comes the 3 year old...shoot! can't hide, he already saw me... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to water the flowers. Sigh...okay, not too much water. Good boy, let's go inside now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no! He spotted his battery operated monster truck in the garage! that means we have to open the garage door so he can back up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;re-park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it "just so" six times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enticed him back into the house with his favorite cartoons. Before he can be settled we have to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tray set up with his favorite snack -cut strawberries. Sounds easy right? Told you before, he is a "hands on" kind of kid. He has to first inspect and select each strawberry before I am allowed to wash &amp;amp; cut for him. There! Now what was I going to do...? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya!...take pictures of my recent projects for my blog...okay...where's the camera...? Go looking upstairs...oh look at all the laundry! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I swear it looks like I TAKE IN laundry for business...gotta put a load in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was I?...that's right ! I was going to finish sewing my bedroom curtains! Tired of looking at paper shades in our windows. Sewing machine has been set up on the kitchen table for about a week, mocking me. Okay...who took the scissors...? Now on mission hunting down my good scissors that were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be in my sewing basket. Must be that other person "Not Me" who took them again...darn him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cell phone ringing...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;where'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I put it down? I hear it...where is it? Found it in my sweatshirt pocket along with...screws? what was I doing with screws in my pocket?... "Hello.?" oh, just the Husband calling me to say"don't forget I need.....and.......also....." sigh...... "Sure dear, good bye"...sigh.....now what's with the screws in my pocket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh that's right, I was going to install the curtain tiebacks in the dining room! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I am so forgetful! Go into dining room and struggle for 5 minutes with tape measure...need a pencil to mark the wall before I start drilling. Measure twice...drill once? So as I walk into the office to find a pencil, congratulating myself on taking the extra "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" steps so my projects turn out right, I notice I left my computer on...won't hurt to check it for a minute right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few emails and a game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;solitare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; later (you know just to clear my head so I can focus) the 3 year old comes and finds me. My 22 minutes of uninterrupted time is over. Now we are on the hunt for "the toy"...you know the one I mean...the one that never gets "found". Upstairs in his room, I see his horribly messy closet...clothes and toys tossed everywhere, wait a second, I need to go get a garbage bag and donate some of this stuff to goodwill. Head downstairs to mudroom in search of garbage bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find instead the camera! Oh! Yes, I need to go out to the outside guest room and take a picture of the little dresser I just finished to post on my neglected blog! Silly girl...I would lose my head if it wasn't attached...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few snapshots later, I am back in the office loading them into my computer... Three year old finds me again...now he sets up his little Thomas The Train Computer right next to me so he can be like Momma and sits on my lap...we play many rounds of "what letter sounds like..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three year old wanders off to terrorize his big brother's room. I am just happy that I can refocus on my gigantic &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Do List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Let's see...what to do...? Make Lunch!...yes fuel for the body &amp;amp; mind...Dinosaur Chicken Nuggets it is! hey...remember I've got a 3 year old here! it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better than his request of popcorn for lunch and that was a battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch I pull out my best friend ... the vacuum. My saving grace in more ways than one...when you hear your name being called by either your 3 offspring or the GROWN man you've married - quickly turn it on to drown out their requests and do the "what? I can't HEAR YOU, I'm vacuuming!" Forcing them to be self sufficient or most likely to give up on what they were hunting you down for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after vacuuming and digging out the kids socks from under the couch, also scraping off from the wood floor, the little tiny stickers that I bribed the youngest with yesterday while shopping at Michael's, I was ready to tackle my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Do List&lt;/span&gt; once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find or make costume for 8 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; book report on civil war hero for next week....sigh...only 3 more weeks of school...can't...take....much...more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I also mention that we are having guests over on Saturday? Or that the following weekend I am hosting a 10 girl sleepover/birthday party? Still need to organize crafts, food, cake, BUY PRESENTS for my daughter....What was it the husband had called for again...? completely slipped my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focus! Focus! That's right...have to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clean house, finish curtains, hang the multitude of "things" that are currently propped up against the bottom portion of each wall, clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;youngest's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; closet,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make costume, order cake, go food shopping for Saturday in between cleaning &amp;amp; picking up daughter from another party, plant now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;disengrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plants into new pots,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;clean up backyard, laundry,take Daisy to vet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;figure out what the husband wanted, make dinner, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;organize guest room for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; visit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;buy presents for Teacher Appreciation week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;find &amp;amp; fill out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Field trip permission slip forms/year book order forms/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;school game day t-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and any other "forms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clean, clean and oh! Clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what did I accomplish today....? Well you're reading it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;**Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and/or leave me a comment on this blog. I don't deserve all your kindness and patience but your comments keep me going! I promise in a few weeks I will be back to normal and can visit with all of you! Much love to you! ~ Laurie ** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-4590639759954020195?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4590639759954020195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=4590639759954020195' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4590639759954020195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/4590639759954020195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-do-list.html' title='TO DO LIST'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SDXL5Nm7qtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RteBkXeVQOI/s72-c/j0431017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-327173019534684827</id><published>2008-05-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:48:26.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Cleaning'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello!! Sorry, I have been neglecting my blog lately! I've been hit by the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Spring Cleaning Bug&lt;/span&gt;, in the middle of a major &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heat wave&lt;/span&gt; hitting the 100's, go figure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="125" alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/3dani/1/262.gif" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; you can call it spring cleaning but I think it's more of cleaning up the messes that have been accumulating while i've been blogging! But if sure does feel good to tackle those messes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned - once I finish, I will post a few of my decorating projects!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking back in.....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-327173019534684827?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/327173019534684827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=327173019534684827' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/327173019534684827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/327173019534684827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-7315747628675605840</id><published>2008-05-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:44:00.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day Addendum'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day Addendum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Roses for Leslie" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh149/Angel422_bucket/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little post script here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband came home from work (he's in landscaping so that means Saturdays too, if it's a sunny day then it's a work day!) to gather up our brood to take them "out", a.k.a. - Mother's Day shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny man, doesn't he know that taking &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; 3 of our children for a couple of hours, when I have had them &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;day, is present enough? To just sit with a cup of tea in utter silence and not yell up at the ceiling, to not make anyone a snack for the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time today or in the three year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; case, applaud his potty routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can even take a bath &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BY MYSELF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; without the youngest one, who always finds out and brings his bath toys to join me. Oh, the possibilities are endless of what I can do for a few hours &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BY MYSELF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (even sit here and type this &lt;em&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/em&gt;! Amazing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I won't "spoil" his day with the children. If a lovely bouquet of roses or a nice shiny bauble comes with it, who am I to complain and ruin his fun? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-7315747628675605840?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7315747628675605840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=7315747628675605840' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7315747628675605840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/7315747628675605840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-addendum.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Addendum'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-9142547625314221733</id><published>2008-05-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:50:56.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was sent to me in an email recently, thought it was okay that I share it with all you Mom's....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Mothers Day" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll71/SharonStark84/Mothersday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore I was a Mom,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought about immunizations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore I was a Mom,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never been puked on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pooped on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chewed on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peed on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore I was a Mom, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or give shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore I was a Mom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore I was a Mom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore I was a Mom,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never known the warmth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the joy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heartache, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, &lt;em&gt;before I was a Mom&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Mothers Day" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh124/DesignsByRosas/HappyMothersDay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author Unknown - I wish I knew who to give credit to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-9142547625314221733?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/9142547625314221733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=9142547625314221733' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/9142547625314221733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/9142547625314221733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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-5918250889911101047.post-6453040992870099191</id><published>2008-05-07T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:05:38.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Doozy of a Day'/><title type='text'>A Doozy Of A Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="151" alt="alarm" src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t225/marc_drew/clock.gif" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;larm goes off at 6:15 this morning and I roll over and hit the snooze..sigh...it's Wednesday and Pizza Day at school. That means I can sleep in an extra 9 minutes per my snooze alarm since I don't have to pack lunches...today is going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh oh...snag in my plan. Forgot it was field trip day for the eight year old and that means bag lunch. Unfortunately, I didn't remember this little detail until 3 minutes before we were supposed to be out the door. Okay, no big deal, tossed in some toast, go-gurt, apples, cheezits, Nugo bar (hey that's nutrition!)and a juice box. Okay, now we are ready to leave...let the dogs out...wait! What's wrong with Pepi's eye? It's huge! okay, quick! grab him and put him in the car, will call the vet on the way to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head out the door...shoot! Where's the three year old's shoes?! In a dream world, they would be neatly tucked away in the shoe bench in the mudroom...oh, that's right! forgot that after bathtime last night, the three year old wanted to dress himself. That meant no clothes whatsoever but good thing he put on his winter hat and shoes! Okay, I'll just carry him to the car...45 pound 3 year old under one arm, 6 pound Chihuahua, open mug of coffee, juice cup, purse, keys under the other arm. No Problem! I can handle this...wait... "hey 8 year old...where's your jacket?! Yes, You NEED a jacket! take my keys and unlock the door, don't forget to turn off light and lock the door...and if you find three year old's shoes...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in car...rushing down our gravel road, to just get to main road which leads down hill, just to another road that takes us to town (yes, we live on a mountain!)...HIT EVERY SINGLE STOPLIGHT crossing town. &lt;strong&gt;@#$*!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="stop light" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa264/sup_slxtx3/thlayout.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull into school parkinglot at 2 minutes before morning assembly - "Quick! out of the car!! I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; come to a complete stop! Loveyou-haveagoodday-bye!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call vet- no answer - leave urgent message about Pepito. Now at stoplight where train tracks are. Three year old pipes up in backseat (nearly forgot I had him!) "where's the train...? Is the train coming Mommy? I don't see the train Mommy! Is it coming?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I read that we are supposed to answer our children's questions with clear explanations, so I try ..."No, the lights would be flashing and the red &amp;amp; white striped rails would be down if a train was coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try again..."if a train was coming the poles would be down and the lights would be flashing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh..."No, the lights aren't flashing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep breath....."Train's &lt;strong&gt;Broken!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why's it broken? is it gonna get fixed, Mommy? who's gonna fix it? who broke the train, Mommy....?" etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fi.edu/wright/again/wings.avkids.com/wings.avkids.com/Book/Vehicles/Images/train_old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGGHHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call vet again..get appointment for 11 a.m. Great! Ten minutes later vet calls to confirm that I CANCELED my 11:00 appt. WHat?! "we got your message on machine that you want to cancel your appt." What?! I didn't even have an appointment to cancel until 10 minutes ago! I need my appointment!"...sigh..things aren't looking good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get home to find 8 year old left all lights on and door unlocked...sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay still have about 2 hours to do housework until vet appointment...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt; not so easy with a 6 pound chihuahua wrapped up in a baby blanket under one arm and a tempermental 3 year old insisting that it's okay to eat oreo's for breakfast...&lt;em&gt;and lunch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Pepi to vet - feel ridiculously claustrophobic in exam room. Could it be the sterile, entirely white, brick room with bars on windows? Now, if &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was trying hard not to pass out - just in anticipation, can you imagine how the animals feel? Nearly cry while Vet removes obnoxiously large foxtail from my little Chihuahua's eye! Poor guy. Ointment 3x day for 10 days. No sunlight! My usually active dog is reduced to this little shivering baby who just wants to be cuddled all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come home to give bath to other puppy, Daisy, to make sure no evil fox tails lurking in her longer, shaggier fur. Easily a 10 minute job, right?...BUT ...remember I have a three year old? I had no sooner removed the dog collar to find the three year old had moved a chair (now why is it that when you ask them to pick up their toys, get their shirt/shoes/jacket etc. on, that becomes an enormous task that takes 20 minutes that most likely YOU end up completeing -but in the blink of an eye, a three year old can somehow manuever a kitchen chair from across the room when he wants to get at hidden halloween candy in an upper cabinet or in this case "help" me wash the dog?) &lt;em&gt;INSISTING&lt;/em&gt; that he be the one working the faucet hose....you already know how that must of turned out...will skip over details and just say I never knew washing a 5 pound puppy would require a mop, 4 bath towels and a change of clothes for both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://www.toiletology.com/images/mop.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, look! Time to get kids from school...hmm...Pepi's injured, Daisy just got a bath, don't want them rolling in dirt, can't trust them in house alone...I know! I will take them with us in the car! So pile in three year old and two dogs. Have to pull over enroute to school while Daisy our 5 month old puppy, throws up in the front seat........those baby wipes are so versatile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get kids, drive home &lt;em&gt;slllooooowly&lt;/em&gt; avoiding all bumps in road in fear of upsetting puppy's stomach again, listening to kids day of "she said to so &amp;amp; so that so &amp;amp; so said..." (just picture Charlie Brown's teacher talking to him &lt;em&gt;"wawa wa wawawaaa wa"&lt;/em&gt; ). ... doing my best '''umm...oh, I see...really..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sooner had I removed my jacket, hung up my keys, took care of dogs AND carried in the now sleeping, 45 pound three year old, with the only thing keeping me going was me fantasizing about a gigantic cup of tea and a blankie when.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Moooommmmmmmm! I'm hungry!" "Moooommmm, what did YOU do with MY bookreport?" "Mooooooommmm &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; hitting me!" "Mooommmmmm, &lt;em&gt;She'&lt;/em&gt;s in MY room!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kidzworld.com/img/upload/article/26946/a8400i1_185-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's only 4 p.m.....Can I cry yet..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother's Day better be gooooood this year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-6453040992870099191?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6453040992870099191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=6453040992870099191' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/6453040992870099191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/6453040992870099191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/doozy-of-day.html' title='A Doozy Of A Day!!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-3016209412294213301</id><published>2008-05-06T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:56:59.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="464" alt="Friends" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s129/dragonwizlover/friends.jpg" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for coming by, reading my rantings and leaving kind little comments that make me smile. I am so enjoying my time here in Blogland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got good news....I got an award!!! It only took me about a week to figure out how to post it on here... but I am so honored nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197436656959493362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SCEBGjCqFPI/AAAAAAAAANw/t6JR__nhvmE/s400/blogpics.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;Donna Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://blushingroseantiques.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blushing Rose Antiques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gave this to me! Isn't that sweet!? She has an amazing home that was featured in Country Sampler magazine this month...But besides her talent for decorating &amp;amp; transforming "Trash to Treasure", she has a great big heart to go along with it! Thanks sweetie for giving me my first award and helping me figure out how to post it too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rules for the award are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also contributes to the blogging community, no matter what language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his/her blog to be visited by everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Each award winner has to show the award and put the name of the link to the blog that gave it to her/him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The award winner and the one who has given the prize has to show the link of &lt;a href="http://www.arteypico.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Arte y Pico"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; so that everyone knows the origin of this award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. To show these rules on the award page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this doesn't break any rules but I have Four Lovely Bloggers on my list instead of five....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First to &lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://fluffyourstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fluff Your Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Kim has many talents! Not only is her beautiful, cozy home filled with all her creative touches but she has the talent to create little people from paper mache' which she sells on ebay. They truly are works of art! ...and she is just a sweetheart on top of all that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second to &lt;strong&gt;Dot&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://picketsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Picket's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whose wonderful blog makes me laugh and uplifts my spirit. She has a wonderful way of making everyday life full of joy &amp;amp; happiness. Thanks Dot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third to &lt;strong&gt;Rue&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://ruespeanutbutterandjellylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rue's Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Jelly Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whose beautiful home I long admired on RMS. She truly is all about family and her kitchen being the heart of the home! I have snagged some great recipes from her! I'm a hopin' &amp;amp; a prayin' for you sweetie with the farmhouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth to &lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://dearlittleredhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Red House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Hers was the first blog I ever read, so she started me on this exciting little journey. Her photos of her lovely home, quaint little town &amp;amp; wonderful thrift store finds often make me gasp! They are so pretty - and I'm a'waitin' the time for when I can buy them on lovely notecards...hint, hint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" partner="'ZKzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS&amp;amp;utm_campaign=" utm_source="1052646&amp;amp;utm_medium="&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/3dani/1/270.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Lovely Ladies Make My Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my little life...Oh wait, I hear my husband calling me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" partner="'ZKzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS&amp;amp;utm_campaign=" utm_source="1052654&amp;amp;utm_medium="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 141px" height="143" alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/3dani/1/280.gif" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, right...more like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" partner="'ZKzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS&amp;amp;utm_campaign=" utm_source="1052625&amp;amp;utm_medium="&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/3dani/1/224.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee-hee! But seriously, I have to get on the band wagon and do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" partner="'ZKzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS&amp;amp;utm_campaign=" utm_source="1052702&amp;amp;utm_medium="&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/3dani/1/262.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon! &lt;img alt="wave" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk250/ktorres86/thwaving2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-3016209412294213301?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3016209412294213301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=3016209412294213301' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3016209412294213301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3016209412294213301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SCEBGjCqFPI/AAAAAAAAANw/t6JR__nhvmE/s72-c/blogpics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-872747762631828632</id><published>2008-05-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:11:10.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awkward Moments'/><title type='text'>Birds &amp; The Bees and Other Awkward Moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.zsl.org/images/width392/birds-bees-logo-1553.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://static.zsl.org/images/width392/birds-bees-logo-1553.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; other day on a quick run into Homegoods, my 8 year old son needed to use the bathroom. So after asking a clerk, we were directed to the back of the store to the break room where we found the employee restroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="338" alt="" src="http://www.brunfeldt.com/images/signs/IDS-BS-Restroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son was in there for quite a while. I had already browsed the closest three aisles to the bathroom and determined they had nothing of interest. I was getting impatient as we had to go pick up his older sister shortly. When he finally appeared, I started to rush through the store with him tagging along behind me making airplane sound effects, which I wasn't paying much attention to &lt;strong&gt;UNTIL&lt;/strong&gt; he says "hey Mom, watch this!"..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......you know when something seems to be in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slooooooow&lt;/em&gt; motion&lt;/span&gt;? That is the case here...I turn in time to see him.......(get ready) ..... shoot a &lt;em&gt;feminine product&lt;/em&gt; through the air!!! ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aerospaceweb.org/question/propulsion/thrust-reverser/shuttle-parachute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so thrilled with his new "toy" and was totally oblivious to it's intended purpose.. .. I quickly grabbed it from his hand and asked him where he got it. "Well, they had this little machine on the wall and it was for free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://www.performanceconsulting.org/FreeSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, the saying "if it's free, it's for me" does not apply here! I didn't know what to say ! Glancing around to see if any fellow shoppers had witnessed this scene, I just whispered that those were for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Employees Only!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...and hightailed it out of the store empty handed! A first for Homegoods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="347" alt="" src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/50962869/Shopping_Trolley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is full of embarassing moments, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though we hate to go through them, we do have a good chuckle over them a few years down the road, right? Enough time has passed for me to be able to share a story that happened to someone I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To protect this person's privacy (ha?!) I won't reveal any names...This woman, had an important appointment scheduled. Being a bit on the shy side, this meeting had her stomach tied up in knots and she was nibbling on saltine crackers on the drive over to the appointment. After her meeting, happy that it was finally over, she gets up to leave and happens to look down at her chest to not only see a load of cracker crumbs left there but also that she &lt;strong&gt;FORGOT&lt;/strong&gt; to remove the little round size sticker from her new top! So - she not only sat through this very serious appointment with a mass of cracker crumbs layered on her shirt but also a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIZE XL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; labeled on her womanly curves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="http://www.nydailynews.com/img/2007/10/04/asm_dolly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure she will forgive me if she ever reads this! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now getting back to my darling 8 year old son... a few months ago my 10 year old daughter got into the car after school to exclaim that they had had &lt;strong&gt;"The Talk"&lt;/strong&gt; in class that day.... and when I say &lt;strong&gt;"The Talk"&lt;/strong&gt; in quotes - that is exactly how she said it, with little fingers making quote marks in the air. So in the car besides Me was - my daughter, my Mother, the 3 and 8 year old &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;. Being distracted as I always am with all of my offspring in the car competing for my attention, I didn't think to pause my daughter's ramblings...She went on to explain that the female teacher leading the discussion with the girls had her period at the age of 9. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 8 year old son who was quiet up until now, pops up in the back seat and asks "what's a period?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://www.farketing.com/photos/uncategorized/question_mark_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am speechless trying to figure out what to say........My Mother quickly interjects with "at the end of a sentence!" to which my 8 year old son replies... "Oh i've been &lt;em&gt;doing that&lt;/em&gt; since kindergarten!!" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Birds &amp;amp; The Bee's will only be one discussion of many in the future... I will just have to take a deep breath, plaster a smile and a calm look on my face and muster through it.... hopefully that will conceal my inner shock, anxiety and total lack of knowledge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/ART/ART411/embarrassed-woman-~-AA039990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any stories you would like to share...? I would love to hear 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-872747762631828632?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/872747762631828632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=872747762631828632' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/872747762631828632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/872747762631828632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/birds-bees-and-other-awkward-moments.html' title='Birds &amp; The Bees and Other Awkward Moments...'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-2425484600348033568</id><published>2008-05-03T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:24:52.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career Woman'/><title type='text'>Career Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/3dani/1/426.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ellooooo! Sorry I had to take a hiatus from Blogland for the week. You know my career I mentioned (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Motherhood&lt;/span&gt;)? well, it was a particularly trying week, I had to put my skills to the test and really impress my boss (es)! I went above and beyond my regular &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;130&lt;/span&gt; hour work week, let me tell you!...We had an important &lt;em&gt;Presentation&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Science Fair&lt;/span&gt;) that needed my full attention along with a mandatory &lt;em&gt;Conference&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;School Assembly&lt;/span&gt;) for all employees and on top of all that we even had to &lt;em&gt;schmooze &lt;/em&gt;after hours with fellow employees &amp;amp; clients! (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Open House&lt;/span&gt;) phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure all that hard work really paid off...can't wait to see my paycheck! What?! I am an &lt;em&gt;intern&lt;/em&gt;?! I &lt;strong&gt;VOLUNTARILY&lt;/strong&gt; agreed to do this without pay?!..... Luckily, I have my moonlighting job as a house keeper &amp;amp; chef to fall back on...and my Nanny position of a 3 year old. Gee, didn't know I would be so well rounded career wise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I do apologize for not being able to keep up this week! I see I got a blog award!!! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt; As soon as I figure out how to properly claim that I will post it officially! &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thank you Donna Lynn!&lt;/span&gt; I am touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...in between my many careers ;) apparently, I am a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Starving Artist&lt;/span&gt; as well! I have a few projects half finished all over the house. I will be posting those soon! Have a great weekend everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-2425484600348033568?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2425484600348033568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=2425484600348033568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2425484600348033568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2425484600348033568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/05/career-woman.html' title='Career Woman'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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-5918250889911101047.post-8027158846417143143</id><published>2008-04-25T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:48:43.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/Decoratingfanatic/2008-04-19-1513-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aving children is the greatest accomplishment ever, right? hmm...I think passing elementary school the second or third time around is pretty high up there too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="School House" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c264/fwilliams3/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Never did I think I would be spending my friday nights in my 30's at home trying to smear paper mache' to a styrofoam ball to make the planet Mercury. Or trying to make a book report look like a pizza. Or even making a &lt;em&gt;video&lt;/em&gt; book report? that's sort of an oxymoron right? But yep,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;here I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;STRESSED OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; over science projects, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;required&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; parent volunteering (explain that one to me..? thought Volunteering was well, voluntary!) and bringing in healthy snacks for the class party. Those always crack me up! For some reason I always get the hardest party dish to bring in. Do I ever get elected to bring in paper plates? Napkins? even juice boxes? No, I get 3 dozen deviled eggs and ham &amp;amp; cheese platter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="devilled eggs" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n116/PoesRaven1984/devilledeggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am among young Mom's (not that I am old, in my mid 30's mind you!) but Mom's who sport color coordinating sweat (ha!) outfits that match their shoes and their cute little baseball caps. Mom's who MUST wake up extra early to apply a full face of makeup and a quick run to Starbucks &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;dropping kids off to school. How do they do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/Decoratingfanatic/starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My morning is usually spent frantically looking for shoes, school sweatshirts, last nights scattered homework, tossing together a somewhat healthy lunch and coaxing the three year old into his car seat without 6 trucks, 3 books and 2 stuffed animals! Apply makeup? Well, only at the stoplights enroute to school... and as for the cute color coordinated sweat outfits? I am lucky If I remembered to remove (or conceal) my pajama's before jumping in the car. I know, I know, I hear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the voice in my head,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Got To Get More Organized&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but at the end of the evening between juggling homework, dinner, kitchen duty &amp;amp; bath time, I am lucky I make it up the stairs. (Thank goodness for Tivo &amp;amp; DVR!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="woman asleep in chair.gif" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l303/Steppyville/CREATURES%20OF%20EARTH%20AND%20SEA/womanasleepinchair.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hear people who moan about the newborn stage. What?! are they crazy? That's easy street! it's when they start walking, talking and going to school that really battles with the whole ideal vision in your pre-children head. Here I am in my 30's trying to pass the 5th grade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="newborn baby" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee229/photophatty67/mlbabs1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Little did I know when I signed up (okay, so there was some wine involved!) that I would be this exhausted, perplexed, scared &amp;amp; scarred (stretchmarks!) when raising offspring......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sara's home made wine" src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t32/kiwicrichton/red-wine-glass-bottle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But little did I know the pride, the joy and heart overflowing with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; when I look at my 3 beautiful, intelligent, caring kids. Granted - this feeling usually only overtakes me when the children are konked out, snoring in their beds :) but still the feeling is overwhelming. Those little beings are here because of me! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and just a teeny bit of help from the husband....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll200/kayla_bucket_05/?action=view&amp;amp;current=heart.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="heart" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll200/kayla_bucket_05/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So I am looking forward to some lazy days of summer when we haven't been up late the night before rewriting the history report or tying up Valentine goodie bags for 45 fellow students. Or making sure the family car is cleaned out enough to accomodate 5 rowdy boys on the class field trip along with a stressed out teacher asking you for advil. (Yes, those lovely young Room Moms I mentioned, always assign the teacher to ride along in &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;car). Those lazy days ahead of baking cookies and going for walks... playing in the park.....sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/Decoratingfanatic/Cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After about two weeks of all this togetherness, reality sets in (and 18 hour days!)...and I start counting the days til school starts! aaahhh! Motherhood! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="mother" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii181/poetra_deboe/AW4EQ3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless You &amp;amp; Your Families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-8027158846417143143?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8027158846417143143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=8027158846417143143' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8027158846417143143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/8027158846417143143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-aving-children-is-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l303/Steppyville/CREATURES%20OF%20EARTH%20AND%20SEA/th_womanasleepinchair.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-5975858574492616847</id><published>2008-04-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:02:34.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderella Complex'/><title type='text'>Is Cinderella Still Cleaning The Castle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wonder, when the honeymoon was over, if Cinderella went back to mopping the floors and sweeping out the chimney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Washing" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff20/HarryWhiteCar/cinderella_cleaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask this because on Sunday afternoon I felt like Cinderella..the married version. I wasn't going to the ball looking for the handsome charming prince, he was at home with the three kids, but I was going out for an afternoon at the Opera with my Mother and then out to dinner with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Opera Singer" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/ismellmusic/opera.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, it was lovely to get dressed up and teeter around on highheels ( I don't get too many opportunities to wear them on the ranch) carry a tiny handbag that didn't store a juice cup, antibacterial wipes, matchbox cars or those freebie crayons from family friendly restaurants. To apply my makeup while not looking in the car visor mirror and to dust off the curling iron and use it without leaving a lasting mark on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="cinderella" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/psychochickashley/cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the Opera to see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mozart's The Magic Flute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was an interesting story line and very different from any other I had seen before. In this version the actors spoke in English but sang in German. Thankfully I was able to keep up with the story line via the screen overhead translating who was who and why they were weeping over this or that. Then on to a lovely dinner with cloth napkins (no rolls of papertowels for kid spills here!) and real menu's that weren't part of the table decor. No needless trips to the Potty.... Aaaah! It was all about me!! ...and of course the company I was with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/Decoratingfanatic/elegantdiningdownstairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a leisurely and much enjoyed dinner, we bid farewell to our friends and made our way home...all in all I was gone from my castle about 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="castle" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w146/dsneejr/castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I floated in the door, with the notes of Mozart in my head, a smile on my face as I replayed the events of the evening over in my mind.....I stopped and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127514740921266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SA4kdzCqE7I/AAAAAAAAALY/FAZ_lUX0B5M/s400/cinderella3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127514740921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SA4kdzCqE6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xkoJJGA7Lsc/s400/cinderella2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127510445953938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SA4kdjCqE5I/AAAAAAAAALI/0ZoXYcb8FJo/s400/Cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My carefree night was over....the smile wiped from my face.... my happy balloon deflated as I turned to my &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;longer &lt;strong&gt;as&lt;/strong&gt; Charming&lt;/em&gt; husband with the look of horror on my face and he had the &lt;em&gt;audacity&lt;/em&gt; to ask innocently, "what...?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/Decoratingfanatic/PrinceSlide-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So while my kitchen has been restored to it's former glory by someone other than me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192132569917428706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SA4pEDCqE-I/AAAAAAAAALo/TTivTPQ7hK4/s400/cinderella5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have come to the conclusion that Cinderella wasn't cleaning up after her evil stepsisters....she was cleaning up after her children! and going to the ball wasn't to look for her prince Charming but was actually an appointment with a massage therapist! And as far as the fairy tale being told for all these years, it was just Cinderella's hallucinations while she was being treated with heavy antidepressant medication. Sorry to burst your bubble here ladies, but most fairy tales don't go into &lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt; they lived &lt;em&gt;Happily Ever After&lt;/em&gt;. We just assume they do, and you know what they say about the word "Ass u me". Cinderella is still at her castle, sweeping, mopping and hallucinating! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/Decoratingfanatic/cinderella_cleaning-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/a%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff20/HarryWhiteCar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cinderella_cleaning.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff20/HarryWhiteCar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cinderella_cleaning.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-5975858574492616847?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5975858574492616847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=5975858574492616847' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5975858574492616847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/5975858574492616847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-cinderella-still-cleaning-castle.html' title='Is Cinderella Still Cleaning The Castle?'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SA4kdzCqE7I/AAAAAAAAALY/FAZ_lUX0B5M/s72-c/cinderella3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-3340921998784545733</id><published>2008-04-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:47:45.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trial and Error - Deer Head'/><title type='text'>Trial &amp; Error</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is it that when you go looking for something in particular - you never find it...? But then after the idea has gone out of your head or you've found a replacement for said item, you find what you were originally looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190806787445855762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlzRWdllhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6IloO9LOH1k/s400/j0411798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such is the case of my deer head. Yep, I have a &lt;em&gt;faux&lt;/em&gt; deer head mounted on the wall in our &lt;em&gt;Study.&lt;/em&gt; Our &lt;em&gt;Study&lt;/em&gt; is a mixture of masculine sorts. It has equestrian artwork, a leather sofa, my Dad's old roll top desk.... &lt;em&gt;A Gentleman's Study. &lt;/em&gt;I figured the rest of the house is so...well, feminine, that this room deserved to be richly textured and ...&lt;strong&gt;Manly&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190810996513805890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAl3GWdllkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aj9LIjMpd6U/s400/study+3+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190791394283066850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAllRWdlleI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pZQYs5zEQxw/s400/study+3+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much fussing, sewing &amp;amp; shopping for this room, I realized it needed something different, a little something unusual (like a peacock feather wreathe wasn't enough!) it needed a &lt;em&gt;Deer Head&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190810987923871282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAl3F2dlljI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fdcm1esYkpc/s400/peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did some online browsing but I didn't want spend the &lt;strong&gt;$$$&lt;/strong&gt; they were charging. So, I came across these little brass deer head candlestick holders in an antique shop. On sale for $100...okay, I bought them. I know, I know...but I figured this was what I was meant to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190765809162884402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlOAGdllTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g3i4Ya4JPso/s400/stuff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mounted them to the wall...hmmm...they were &lt;em&gt;okay, I guess.&lt;/em&gt; So I lived with them for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190778204438500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlZRmdllZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9tE1g4lIYPQ/s400/desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day while shopping at Homegoods with my sister in-law I saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190770417662793026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlSMWdllUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/owQkmiKrLKg/s400/stuff2+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister in-law tried to convince me to buy it but I already had the candlesticks so I put it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks later, on a whim I ran into Homegoods again, I saw it tucked away on the shelf. I grabbed it and paid for it before I could change my mind! I paid $49 for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190806791740823074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlzRmdlliI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sTtrvwqUpMw/s400/j0422348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sneak him on home but he was a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sickly pinky&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Our walls are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;golden yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; see where I am going with this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought, I'll spray him black, make him an artistic interpretation of a deer &lt;em&gt;so no one thinks I would actually &lt;strong&gt;mount&lt;/strong&gt; a beautiful deer on my wall&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190770426252727634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlSM2dllVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6MY-3ADuuiE/s400/stuff2+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Oh boy... He wasn't looking so good... yep, he needed some dimension, so I'll add some brown to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190770430547694946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlSNGdllWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WQi0DjTqTFM/s400/stuff2+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm...better but still needed something else... dug through my paints again. I mixed brown and gold paint and got a copper color. That's it! He'll be a &lt;strong&gt;BRONZE&lt;/strong&gt; interpretation of a deer head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190778191553598850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlZQ2dllYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6SEhy-kT6UE/s400/study+3+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So here he is mounted over my Dad's old roll top desk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190778213028435362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlZSGdllaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IHtIWlExFzI/s400/study+3+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now alot of people are probably thinking what the heck? or why would you want that? but I had a vision stuck in my head and those just stay there until I can figure out a way to get it right...and if that means, I am outside in my pj's spray painting before the kids wake up then that's what I will do!... my projects are alot of trial and error but I perservere for the sake of interior decorating! And besides...he kind of grows on you...;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190811005103740498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAl3G2dlllI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-ETMQwOWqZU/s400/study+3+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190791381398164930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAllQmdllcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/macCzG9kQVw/s400/study+3+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190796531063952882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlp8WdllfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EEP1c0uMdyc/s400/study+3+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;***Please go visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fluffyourstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kim at Fluff Your Stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to see a creative way to accessorize your husband's trophies!!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-3340921998784545733?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3340921998784545733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=3340921998784545733' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3340921998784545733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/3340921998784545733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/04/trial-error.html' title='Trial &amp; Error'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlzRWdllhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6IloO9LOH1k/s72-c/j0411798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-2550675549833180187</id><published>2008-04-17T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:34:00.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Stood Still - Refinished clock'/><title type='text'>Time Stood Still....While I faux finished like crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAeJk2dllII/AAAAAAAAAG0/AuZ2vCISHFE/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190268361755694210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAeJk2dllII/AAAAAAAAAG0/AuZ2vCISHFE/s400/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;strong&gt; thrilled&lt;/strong&gt; when my husband gave me a clock for our Anniversary about 6 years ago. This was before we built our new home and moved in about 18 months ago. Anyway, my clock was having a hard time adjusting to it's new space, with the higher ceilings and more furniture, it just sort of blended in with the walls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some thought and while the hubby was at work, I decided to give this little clock some character. &lt;em&gt;Time stood still....&lt;/em&gt; and so did every other household chore while I sanded, painted, glazed, stained, painted some more. I think I used every faux finishing technique I have ever read about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the day turned into evening, my heart started to pound a bit and my stomach got a little twisted in knots. What would my dear husband think?He hasn't ever had a problem with my wild bursts of redecorating but this was different, this was a gift....from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his hand as he walked through the door and turned him in the right direction ( I sometimes have to do this, he doesn't notice a whole lot, including the blinds I hung in the dining room while he was on a trip about 6 months ago!) so I turned him to face the clock and I said&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Look!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thump, thump, thump..goes my heart&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190296489496515746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAejKGdllKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z3hqMiHd3N8/s400/clock2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said &lt;em&gt;"Ohhhhh!"....&lt;/em&gt;and then asked where I got the stencil for the bottom since he knows I can't freehand anything to save my life :) But he truly did love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190296498086450370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAejKmdllMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/czy2nQ5uBrs/s400/clock+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAd_amdllCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/enKHmn8Y_zg/s1600-h/clock+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(please note - the paint isn't as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; as the photos show...a really nice aged sage green, I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while this look might not work for everyone, it fits in really well (or should I say it stands out a bit more?) in our home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190296485201548434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAejJ2dllJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vOMRi3ZlE_g/s400/clock3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this inspires you to try a little heart pounding, what the heck am I doing?, project of your own. You might be pleasantly surprised with the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAd_a2dllDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RuEkRfgpfuY/s1600-h/clock+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190257194840724530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAd_a2dllDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RuEkRfgpfuY/s400/clock+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go into too much description here of how it was done, but if anyone wants to know, just ask! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-2550675549833180187?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2550675549833180187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=2550675549833180187' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2550675549833180187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2550675549833180187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-stood-still.html' title='Time Stood Still....While I faux finished like crazy!'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAeJk2dllII/AAAAAAAAAG0/AuZ2vCISHFE/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918250889911101047.post-2646857384936174220</id><published>2008-04-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:55:45.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Post / Ottoman'/><title type='text'>My First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know that could be taken a multitude of ways....:) Just hoping it would pique your interest to have you reading a bit more! This is my &lt;em&gt;First Post! &lt;/em&gt;I am a self described &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;decorating fanatic....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If it has something to do with decorating, I'm there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HGTV's&lt;/span&gt; Rate My Space and while that was very exciting in the beginning, it leaves you a little deflated....that is, once you get hit with the haters, rate robbers and space trolls that come out at night to down rate your rooms! Anyone who has posted on there knows what I'm talking about, right? You log off with a smile on your face...hooray! 4 stars! You log back on in the morning to a whopping.....2.3!...huh? You scroll through your comments, looking for a reason why...a constructive critique that you hope you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;of the person who despises your home that much. Sometimes, you get lucky, aha! ...You get a name, a snide remark which you can reply to...but alas, only on your own page.....sigh....do those evil raters ever come back to read your well thought out retort to their critique?...sigh...No. Do those people know or care that you spent many late nights sewing (and ripping out seams) on those curtains? Or that you've spent hours inhaling toxic vapors refinishing the family hand-me-downs? Sadly...No...All your hard efforts have been diminished to a 2.3 Fair rating that wounds your heart...sigh...Don't get me wrong, there are many more well wishers on there but once you get those negative posts, all those gracious, well meaning comments &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fade to the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that experience behind me, I started searching for something else...I found Blogs! So many wonderful, heartfelt, funny, touching pages of triumphs, recipes and beautiful vignettes that can make a heart soar! I thought ..hey! This is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RMS&lt;/span&gt; but only better...You get to share your decorating ideas, a personal story or two , you don't get rated or judged and you get to make new friends! Sold!...er...Upload! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that lengthy introduction...here is my first post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My First Real Upholstery Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my most recent little project. I wanted to include a few photos and some how-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;to's&lt;/span&gt; in here to save you some trouble and flesh wounds. yes, I got a few... I had been wanting to make an ottoman for our home office or &lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt; as I like to call it...sounds more appealing that way. I was trying to think of a way to put one together with minimal use of power tools. A few days later, driving through our downtown, I spot this outside on the sidewalk of an antique-thrift store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188580207680131906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAGKNWdlk0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/4ez4wFcZ4k0/s320/stuff2+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I park the car, run over and purchase this for $30! I load it up and place it in it's new home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... a big white elephant! But I was not discouraged, for I had a vision. A few days later, as the older two kids were off at school and I had the whole day to mys....wait, forgot about our three year old...let me rephrase that..had the whole day based on my three year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; every whim, I decided to tackle my project. So I gather my gear: electric screwdriver, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pliers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flathead&lt;/span&gt; screwdriver (to help pry up the old staples), fabric &amp;amp; button cover kit, super large upholstery needle &amp;amp; twine and some leftover decorative upholstery tacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by dismantling the ottoman. Flipping it over and removing the screws to separate the top &amp;amp; bottom pieces...not so bad...Don't forget to cut the old cords to remove the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188580211975099218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAGKNmdlk1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0WSw5ARYjPc/s320/stuff2+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started ripping off the cording....okay....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188568787362091746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAF_0mdlkuI/AAAAAAAAADY/v0H4-xq1snQ/s320/stuff2+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut a new piece of fabric for the top...I casually stapled one staple on each side just to hold the fabric while I started my tufting...I wanted to be able to adjust the fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188574744481731378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAGFPWdlkzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1EN6zm8Tc1s/s320/stuff2+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover your buttons with some scraps...I swear the hardest part! And tuft your first button. Mine were easier since this had already been tufted...it had holes drilled in the bottom for the needle to come through - although I had to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pliers&lt;/span&gt; to pull it completely through. I used a small scrap of fabric to brace my needle against the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plier&lt;/span&gt; teeth. Caution! Keep your face clear ( I even closed my eyes! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!) while pulling really hard on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pliers&lt;/span&gt; to pull the needle through all the layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188574740186764066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAGFPGdlkyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BYVXzmVPfNQ/s320/stuff2+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188574731596829458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAGFOmdlkxI/AAAAAAAAADw/E0Sxw30OQg4/s320/stuff2+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see the needle coming through the wood..? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188568795952026370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAF_1GdlkwI/AAAAAAAAADo/fKOZHqw1u7E/s320/stuff2+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Pull Super TIGHT! pulling that needle all the way through. Remove the needle, tie a knot in the thread and staple the thread right in front of the knot ,down to the underside of the wood, staple, staple, staple along the string to keep this really tight. Can you see why there are no pictures for that step..? Gotta teach our 3 year old how to work the camera! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three buttons down....four more to go! At this point I stop to work on the base.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188568791657059058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAF_02dlkvI/AAAAAAAAADg/5yw7K_qhvck/s320/stuff2+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I covered the base of the ottoman, cutting around the brackets that attaches the top.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188563032105915090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAF6lmdlktI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmhDOEGbwQ8/s320/stuff2+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Reused the old cording with new fabric, stapling that to the base of the ottoman. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188563027810947778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAF6lWdlksI/AAAAAAAAADI/obfzny5iTFM/s320/stuff2+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I sort of stopped using the darn camera - sorry! But after you attach all your buttons (mine had 7 of them) wrap your top cushion like a present, pulling tautly and stapling, alternating sides...fold your corners in and staple everything underneath. Flip it over, lay the base on top of the cushion, reattach the screws and......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Taa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Daa&lt;/span&gt;! You have a new ottoman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190741220475114754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAk3o2dllQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6fuJQJ31YCc/s400/study+3+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;re stained&lt;/span&gt; the feet a bit darker, attached some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nail head&lt;/span&gt; trim with the 3 year old sitting on my lap, "helping" me hammer and I was finished! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190751549871461666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAlBCGdllSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jW5gZYhCOHU/s400/study+3+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks in the room.... Keep scrolling..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190736229723116754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAkzGWdllNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9eGrKLOwI00/s400/study+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190736264082855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAkzIWdllPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LCONU0Fuy7A/s400/study+3+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What do you think..? Not bad for $30 and the cost of the material, button kit, new upholstery needle &amp;amp; heavy twine, gas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bandaids&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;advil&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... but really "honey, I saved a TON of money!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918250889911101047-2646857384936174220?l=decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2646857384936174220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5918250889911101047&amp;postID=2646857384936174220' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2646857384936174220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918250889911101047/posts/default/2646857384936174220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decoratingfanatic.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time'/><author><name>Laurie - Decorating Fanatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323176068301988190</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/_d4gVCG5pdiw/SAGKNWdlk0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/4ez4wFcZ4k0/s72-c/stuff2+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
