<?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-11950089</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:56.578-07:00</updated><category term='from my heart'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='feeling random'/><category term='yummy thrifting'/><category term='my quirky sense of humor'/><category term='Christmas ideas'/><category term='singing'/><category term='papercrating projects'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='the list'/><category term='food'/><category term='thoughts on life--TOS'/><category term='books'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='goals'/><category term='kid stuff'/><category term='thoughts on life--The Other Side'/><category term='just thoughts'/><category term='2peas'/><category term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>This is the OLD Other Side</title><subtitle type='html'>go to www.dianneknelson.blogspot.com for the NEW Other Side</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-9094436458341233655</id><published>2008-03-26T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:02:57.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finished!</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my 201st post on this blog. I've moved all my good stuff to my NEW blog, with the easier url addy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dianneknelson.blogspot.com/"&gt;GO HERE &lt;/a&gt;to keep up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything! See you on the (other) Other Side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-9094436458341233655?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/9094436458341233655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=9094436458341233655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/9094436458341233655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/9094436458341233655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-finished.html' title='It&apos;s finished!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4464957293179712318</id><published>2008-03-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:21:11.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm ready for a change!</title><content type='html'>After thinking and debating about changing my blog address, I've decided to do it. It's a small thing, but I think in the long run I'll be happier. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your support! And I know I've been "tagged" by Karen, and I'll get to that when I make all my changes! It seems that whenever my life is too busy to blog, that's when I find myself with the most to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;Dianne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4464957293179712318?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4464957293179712318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4464957293179712318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4464957293179712318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4464957293179712318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-ready-for-change.html' title='I&apos;m ready for a change!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-345987205522103350</id><published>2008-03-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:25:17.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>Thank goodness Spring Break is coming!</title><content type='html'>I'm caught in one of those family rushes...where everyone has something to do and places to be, and all you can do is just hang on for the ride as you cross things off one at a time. For instance, Saturday was the Pinewood Derby, then church, then Monday--taekwondo day (but I had to pick up J at school 'cause she'd finally found my music stand leftover from her band concert in February and she couldn't bring it on the bus) so I went to work, came home for a bit, went to pick her up, came home for a bit, dropped her off at her more advanced TKD classes, then home to clean up the living room so we could find the missing library DVD's, then back to pick her up and drop off H for his classes, then back home to make dinner. Then homework and bed. On Tuesday, I went to do some service for a dear friend who's now on full bedrest to avoid pre-term labor. We (C and I) showed up at about 8:45 to dress her two-year-old and get him breakfast. I did her dishes, set them up with a snack and drinks, folded some laundry, then we left to get C's glasses adjusted. Then we went cruising through the drive-through (C had managed to avoid all attempts to feed him anything useful and wanted french fries. They are one of the six or so things he'll actually eat. Please don't lecture me about his food; it is an ongoing, arduous struggle to get him to eat anything). Then off to work to wrangle kids for about 6 hours. Then scouts for H and Young Women (church youth group) for J. (I should say that Scouts involved dropping H off at 6 at his leader's home, then back at 7 to pick him up. J's YW started at 7 at the Church. Joel took her, and had his own stuff to do--he's the financial clerk at church and he had an audit that night). Then home to work on homework w/H and to feed people. Joel and J came home about 9, so we had our family prayers and then tried to send people to bed. That's always easier said than done! Wednesday was up early for work (I work M-W-F mornings usually, and T-Th afternoons), then home for a bit, then off for a Visiting Teaching appointment (church stuff again....I'll explain later), then a quick buzz by the library, then home by 3:30, with the missionaries coming for dinner at 5:00. Dinner was great, J did an awesome job of cleaning the living room, and then from 7:30 on I worked with H on his biography paper (Albert Einstein) until about 11:00pm. (We are still working on it this morning as I write this blog entry....it's due today, and he'll be late to school). I have another VT appointment this morning, then off to work untill about 5:30 tonight. Did I mention that not only is it Easter weekend this weekend, it's also a teaching weekend for me. And I don't have samples ready yet. And my Mom is taking the kiddos (J and H) to Tillamook on Friday for the day. And Saturday is also the Nelson Family Day, with the annual Easter Egg Hunt (which means we need to prepare about 40 plastic eggs for the hunt. I think this year we'll just put a nickel in each egg. It's cheaper than buying candy!) And the Choir sings in Church on Sunday (I'm the choir director, in case you didn't know). Then we take H to Corvallis for an overnighter w/Cousin B. Then Spring Break begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aie-yi-yi! That's a lot of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-345987205522103350?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/345987205522103350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=345987205522103350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/345987205522103350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/345987205522103350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-goodness-spring-break-is-coming.html' title='Thank goodness Spring Break is coming!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-3812760770545890672</id><published>2008-03-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:47:05.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>I'm a Winnah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R9dryLCFU4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/BJ2ZOTBuuqI/s1600-h/you%252Bmake%252Bmy%252Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176724806384833410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R9dryLCFU4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/BJ2ZOTBuuqI/s320/you%252Bmake%252Bmy%252Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Lovely &lt;a href="http://www.llannalee.blogspot.com/"&gt;LlannaLee&lt;/a&gt; has nominated me for a "make my day" award. How fun! I like it that my words mean something to someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it didn't matter much to anyone whether or not I changed my addy, I probably will. I still owe some of you some goodies---I haven't forgotten the blog pif's or the valentine cards....I'll deliver, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's been busy here, lots of church stuff and singing. We were gone Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday morning. When I left Saturday (Joel had already gone earlier in the day) C (almost 5) came to the window of the van w/his eyes just peeking over the door. I rolled down the window to see what he wanted to say to me. He said, "Just make sure you come back now, Momma." He repeated it about 3 times. It just made me melt! It's one of the reasongs we don't kill him--cause every now and then he's so darn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another project to post....but I have to proof the pics first! Want them to look their best for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-3812760770545890672?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/3812760770545890672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=3812760770545890672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3812760770545890672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3812760770545890672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-winnah.html' title='I&apos;m a Winnah!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R9dryLCFU4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/BJ2ZOTBuuqI/s72-c/you%252Bmake%252Bmy%252Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-128215539090219119</id><published>2008-03-08T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:12:40.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--The Other Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just thoughts'/><title type='text'>I need your help!</title><content type='html'>Okay--some backstory--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got all fired up three years (?!?) ago and started this blog, I didn't realize how blog names worked. I gave it a terrible name! (tosdkrn...? what does that mean anyway? I mean, I know!--but it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue or anything.....{btw: it means &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ther &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ide &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ianne &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;athryn &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eese &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;elson}).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I set up a NEW blog, with a much easier url: dianneknelson.blogspot.com. I'm thinking of switching to that url as my new "home" on the 'net. I'm almost at my 200th post, and my 3 year anniversary is coming up, so it's an appropriate time to switch things around if I am going to do so. But that means all of you loyal readers would have to change their bookmarks (assuming you've bookmarked my blog--for the sake of my self-esteem/ego, I'm going to assume you have...) and I don't want to frustrate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment and let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as an aside---if you go to &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali'&lt;/a&gt;s blog and &lt;a href="http://lifeincolor.typepad.com/"&gt;Amber's&lt;/a&gt; blog, you'll see some great projects! (got to spread around the inspiration!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, leave me a comment and let me know what you think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-128215539090219119?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/128215539090219119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=128215539090219119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/128215539090219119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/128215539090219119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4258906866916834187</id><published>2008-03-06T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:20:52.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2peas'/><title type='text'>One of the things I've been up to!</title><content type='html'>Furiously making samples for my upcoming classes at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/pg.asp?cmd=display&amp;amp;gallery=1&amp;amp;layout_id=1312246"&gt;GO HERE &lt;/a&gt;to check one of them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4258906866916834187?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4258906866916834187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4258906866916834187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4258906866916834187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4258906866916834187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-things-ive-been-up-to.html' title='One of the things I&apos;ve been up to!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-3285349846505018213</id><published>2008-03-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:54:44.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here....</title><content type='html'>and I have a LOT to say! I just don't have the time to write it out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See" you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-3285349846505018213?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/3285349846505018213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=3285349846505018213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3285349846505018213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3285349846505018213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5075136020050608217</id><published>2008-02-22T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:53:46.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list'/><title type='text'>Nashville Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R778V9VVlZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-2QC6zaNvN0/s1600-h/nashvillestarlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169846876439418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R778V9VVlZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-2QC6zaNvN0/s320/nashvillestarlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't make it. To be honest, I didn't really expect to. It was a terrific experience though, and I'm glad I did it. I'll write a bigger blog post later, after I figure out how to get the pics off my cell phone (yeah, we totally forgot a camera!). My DH and I are already talking about trying again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks everyone for your support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5075136020050608217?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5075136020050608217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5075136020050608217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5075136020050608217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5075136020050608217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/nashville-star.html' title='Nashville Star'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R778V9VVlZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-2QC6zaNvN0/s72-c/nashvillestarlogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1944823257152422549</id><published>2008-02-20T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:49:51.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list'/><title type='text'>Okay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nashvillestarcasting.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is what I'm doing on Thursday. They are coming to Portland, and my DH found out, and encouraged me to try. I have NO expectations whatsoever. I am going just for the experience of trying out. At the least, I'll have a day in Portland w/my wonderful hubby and no kids! I've prepared two songs from the list: Linda Ronstadt's "When Will I Be Loved" and Tricia Yearwood's ('cause I liked hers better...) "How Do I Live (Without You)." I also have The Wreckers (which, sadly, have disbanded so that Michelle Branch and Jessica Harp could again pursue solo careers) "Leave The Pieces" on stand-by. I'll be taking pics and posting about my experiences here after the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1944823257152422549?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1944823257152422549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1944823257152422549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1944823257152422549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1944823257152422549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay.html' title='Okay....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4288114535948588376</id><published>2008-02-19T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:27:29.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my quirky sense of humor'/><title type='text'>Something kinda big</title><content type='html'>is happening on Thursday. I'll blog more about it later...Curious? Leave a comment and let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hint: This One's For the Girls! (and it involves one of the big Three TV networks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4288114535948588376?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4288114535948588376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4288114535948588376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4288114535948588376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4288114535948588376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-kinda-big.html' title='Something kinda big'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-383749225736599675</id><published>2008-02-17T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:23:44.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Just chillin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iJCdVVlXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Ml76hSCTBE/s1600-h/IMG_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168031247734510962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iJCdVVlXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Ml76hSCTBE/s320/IMG_4650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a full and busy week. We fed the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;missionaries&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday. I made a cake. Here's what was left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was delicious. I used/adapted the Pampered Chef Mexican Chocolate Cake from their current Season's Best cookbook. I say adapted because I didn't have any sour cream and remembered that my Mom used to make an amazing chocolate cake that had mayonnaise in it. So I used that. And some milk. As you can see, it tasted very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a Valentine's party at school. Well, it was really a birthday party for one of our kids, but we had it on Valentine's day, so that counted. We made V-day pouches and brought little treats for everyone. I made Pirate valentine's for C. They turned out well and made him happy, which is really all that matters. The inside was stamped with "Happy Valentine's Day" and I wrote "from C"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168030766698173794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iImdVVlWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TNEdU2_vD48/s320/IMG_4653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iG_9VVlUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vQ1g_Gx_K4o/s1600-h/IMG_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168029005761582402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iG_9VVlUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vQ1g_Gx_K4o/s320/IMG_4647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iG_9VVlUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vQ1g_Gx_K4o/s1600-h/IMG_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to take him to the "&lt;a href="http://www.acgilbert.org/"&gt;Gilbert House&lt;/a&gt;" as we call it. That was a lot of fun. I realized that while I spend a lot of time with him (because I take him to work with me) I don't get to be free and unfettered with him. I'm always walking that fine line between "don't spoil him 'cause I'm his teacher" and "ignore him more than I would otherwise because I'm his teacher." This outing made me realize that I need to spend time with him in places where I can just be his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168031638576534914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iJZNVVlYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nLtQ3R6dITo/s320/IMG_4678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-383749225736599675?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/383749225736599675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=383749225736599675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/383749225736599675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/383749225736599675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-chillin.html' title='Just chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R7iJCdVVlXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Ml76hSCTBE/s72-c/IMG_4650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1823615404179192059</id><published>2008-02-10T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:10:00.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><title type='text'>Valentines!</title><content type='html'>The one that started it all: (label says, "Just because I gave you a heart, it doesn't mean I love you. Happy Valentine's Day." This was for my girlfriend's son who didn't want to have mushy valentines. These were the most popular.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_k4dVVlRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9xnoBoY-psw/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165598956215178514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_k4dVVlRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9xnoBoY-psw/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_jkdVVlQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cspl-7XUkVA/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165597513106167042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_jkdVVlQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cspl-7XUkVA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And you might remember the "&lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/02/heres-to-simple-love-monkeys.html"&gt;Love Monkey&lt;/a&gt;" from last year. This one's a bit different, but basically the same idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_ib9VVlPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HzoN-nqX15I/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165596267565651186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_ib9VVlPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HzoN-nqX15I/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_iFNVVlOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5NGEeCJqmTI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165595876723627234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_iFNVVlOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5NGEeCJqmTI/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_g9tVVlNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jcPezABtxN8/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165594648362980562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_g9tVVlNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jcPezABtxN8/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_gtdVVlMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KSyZeBCZElc/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165594369190106306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_gtdVVlMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KSyZeBCZElc/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_gbdVVlLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/laMsw9XcKOI/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165594059952460978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_gbdVVlLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/laMsw9XcKOI/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-in-air.html"&gt;Some&lt;/a&gt; of you will be getting one of these Valentine's from me....at least by the 4th of July, as promised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&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/11950089-1823615404179192059?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1823615404179192059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1823615404179192059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1823615404179192059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1823615404179192059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6_k4dVVlRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9xnoBoY-psw/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7155537353267050748</id><published>2008-02-09T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:00:18.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><title type='text'>I should really say something interesting...</title><content type='html'>but not sure I have anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics later of the valentines I've been making. I did some custom graphics for a girlfriend of mine whose son didn't want anything too mushy. They were the most popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today we've made just over 140 Valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-7155537353267050748?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7155537353267050748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7155537353267050748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7155537353267050748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7155537353267050748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-should-really-say-something.html' title='I should really say something interesting...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5122935679256911727</id><published>2008-02-04T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:48:10.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Framed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just foolin' around a bit w/my DD. We had a good time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163243806902907762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6eG4ucu83I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yx05byt9hCw/s320/framed+008+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244038831141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6eHGOcu84I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K1K5JPWXG54/s320/framed+030_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244846284993458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6eH1Ocu87I/AAAAAAAAAJo/x3sGvhXT0Co/s320/framed+038+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244270759375762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6eHTucu85I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2bcG8rSdnqQ/s320/framed+033+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244575702053794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6eHlecu86I/AAAAAAAAAJg/E4ZuNLv5WDo/s320/framed+034+copy.jpg" border="0" /&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/11950089-5122935679256911727?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5122935679256911727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5122935679256911727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5122935679256911727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5122935679256911727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/framed.html' title='Framed!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6eG4ucu83I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yx05byt9hCw/s72-c/framed+008+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1438072162998253531</id><published>2008-02-02T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:38:50.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>Not what I planned</title><content type='html'>ARGH! This post is all about frustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like ever since I went back to work I'm living the whole "day late and a dollar short" syndrome. I'm always behind at something. Not a good feeling to have perpetually, let me tell you! (I've been sewing an apron for my dear friend &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/postpartummothers/"&gt;Satina&lt;/a&gt; since November. Thankfully, she's patient and she loves me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was rushing to get some samples ready for my upcoming classes at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to take some pictures of the &lt;a href="http://www.americancrafts.com/subcategory.php?id=21&amp;amp;sub=72"&gt;American Crafts&lt;/a&gt; notebook I was altering for the store. I only had about an hour before I had to leave for the 30 minute (or so) drive to Salem to pick up my middle child H at the birthday party at &lt;a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/locations/show-map.php?Id=228"&gt;Chuck E Cheese's.&lt;/a&gt; My play was to finish the picture frame sample for the Rub-Ons class, add a few touches to the notebook, then zip off on my way. Easy-Peasy. I'd already done one side of the double-sided frame at work that morning--all while fending off the inevitable "Whatcha doin'?" questions by the 15 or so kids in my class that day. (it's fun explaing rub-ons to inquisitive 6 year olds! Really!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6TegOcu80I/AAAAAAAAAIw/WlhK3bha6yI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162495718089225026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6TegOcu80I/AAAAAAAAAIw/WlhK3bha6yI/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, while I was taking this picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear a little "clink" sound and notice that my sweater knocked over the picture frame. I didn't worry about it, because it landed on a Heidi Swapp mask which was on a stack of foam brushes. Relatively soft. I kept clicking on my work in progress and didn't give it another thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6Tf9-cu81I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hM0yLkHj1Ug/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162497328701961042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6Tf9-cu81I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hM0yLkHj1Ug/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I learned the hard way that the people making picture frames for the dollar tree use cheap glass: not good. Not only did I not really have the time to do this over, I didn't have any more of those super cool American Crafts flower rub-ons or the 7 Gypsies word rub-on. After saying a few choice words (Crapinacan! is a favorite right now. Not the most ladylike though, so I'm thinking of changing it) I decided to make my double-sided frame &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6Tgzecu82I/AAAAAAAAAJA/PhbkOWRbDlY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162498247824962402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6Tgzecu82I/AAAAAAAAAJA/PhbkOWRbDlY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a single-sided frame. I'd show you the finished product, but I forgot to take a picture of it. (it still turned out really well!) And I forgot to take a picture of the finished notebook (it was even better than the frame!). And I didn't get to the birthday party to pick up H (which was plan B) so he ended up going home with his buddy's dad (who just happens to be Satina's husband). I did make it to StampinCat before too late however. But now I really feel like I owe Satina a few favors....&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;Sigh. Time to go find that dollar and that day somewhere. Have you seen them?&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;And that's (the dark side of) the other side.&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/11950089-1438072162998253531?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1438072162998253531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1438072162998253531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1438072162998253531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1438072162998253531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-what-i-planned.html' title='Not what I planned'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R6TegOcu80I/AAAAAAAAAIw/WlhK3bha6yI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1728320966889599652</id><published>2008-01-28T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:19:10.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>There was no school today....</title><content type='html'>So I did this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160721269530751762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R56Qpucu8xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/p44s0N48BCo/s320/bread+001+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;which really could only be improved by this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160723030467343138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R56SQOcu8yI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NHR30vhoXEo/s320/bread+002+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(that's two more loaves in the oven, in case you couldn't tell)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, thanks to my &lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-good-things.html"&gt;new mixer&lt;/a&gt;, I can make 6 loaves at a time. I've got enough dough for two more loaves in the fridge. It's going to be the wrappings for a freezer meal I've got percolating in my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1728320966889599652?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1728320966889599652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1728320966889599652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1728320966889599652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1728320966889599652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-was-no-school-today.html' title='There was no school today....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R56Qpucu8xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/p44s0N48BCo/s72-c/bread+001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5953892939759232246</id><published>2008-01-27T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:13:35.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Snow you say...</title><content type='html'>If you noticed the new banner, then you noticed that it snowed here in Albany. This is a big event. The last time it snowed like this was about 4 years ago. Of course, it never lasts....but that's how it is here in the Rainy Northwest... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took advantage of the snow to practice a little shutter priority. I've been going through the 12-week Camera Course on &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/cg_list.asp?t=55&amp;amp;source=phot08"&gt;2peas&lt;/a&gt;. Great course--well-written, and easily understood. I'm glad to have found it. Download the pdf's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R51vvecu8vI/AAAAAAAAAII/fFz1O4Dqr3I/s1600-h/snow+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160403609454572274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R51vvecu8vI/AAAAAAAAAII/fFz1O4Dqr3I/s320/snow+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one with some "stop-action" on the snow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R51uN-cu8uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i7V7W5BdZBo/s1600-h/snow+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160401934417326818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R51uN-cu8uI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i7V7W5BdZBo/s320/snow+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with this one, I was going for a blurry look with the snowflakes.&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2peas blogger prompt was about what skill do you wish you had....well, I want to be a better photographer. I know that I played with shutter priority for these, and my white balance, and my ISO...but it's still mostly guesswork. I don't have all those numbers straight all the time in my head yet. I'd love to be able to size up a photo-op and get all the f-stops and shutter speeds right the first time, without having to keep checking the picture to see what happened. This is coming along for me, but it isn't a skill I have yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see more of my stuff, go &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/dianneknelson"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite shot of the day w/my neighbor's daughter is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN!&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/11950089-5953892939759232246?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5953892939759232246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5953892939759232246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5953892939759232246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5953892939759232246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-you-say.html' title='Snow you say...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R51vvecu8vI/AAAAAAAAAII/fFz1O4Dqr3I/s72-c/snow+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-8533254422366387274</id><published>2008-01-25T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:59:44.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--The Other Side'/><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying that if you live in say, Minnesota, our Oregon idea of cold will make you snicker behind my back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, it's COLD! We've been averaging high teens to low twenties at night, with the highs in the mid-to-high thirties. That's pretty dang cold for the Willamette Valley! At least it's bright&lt;br /&gt;and sunny outside. And the "normal" did have a chance to subside a bit before everything froze. And if that wasn't enough to brighten your spirits, we have these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159535708233200258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5paY-cu8oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CZIM9V-SRTA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nothing really brightens the spirit like the sign of Daffodils coming back. That's truly something I look forward too every year. It really makes my day. I feel like I can suffer through the gray rainy days, the "normal" flooding, and all the cold because I know that daffodils are coming. &lt;p&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-8533254422366387274?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8533254422366387274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=8533254422366387274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8533254422366387274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8533254422366387274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5paY-cu8oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CZIM9V-SRTA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5791945246192707012</id><published>2008-01-22T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:02:29.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Love is in the Air!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5bWmucu8mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zqf9TfUub3I/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158546383991403106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5bWmucu8mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zqf9TfUub3I/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my new favorite stamps.  Of Course, they are my latest stamp purchases, and that makes them my favorites! I sense fun valentines in my future.....want one? Leave me a comment and tell me how to get your snail mail addy and I'll mail you a valentine! &lt;p&gt;I'm sure it'll arrive sometime before the 4th of July....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5791945246192707012?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5791945246192707012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5791945246192707012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5791945246192707012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5791945246192707012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5bWmucu8mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zqf9TfUub3I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-3539641799262632621</id><published>2008-01-21T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:57:45.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><title type='text'>LINK-y to the Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5WFw1lrb2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Zksy7udvE7g/s1600-h/december+2007+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158176022288101218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5WFw1lrb2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Zksy7udvE7g/s320/december+2007+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/pg.asp?set=recent&amp;amp;gallery=1&amp;amp;cmd=display&amp;amp;layout_id=1288954"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is the link to my MiniBook on 2peas. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-3539641799262632621?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/3539641799262632621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=3539641799262632621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3539641799262632621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3539641799262632621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/link-y-to-book.html' title='LINK-y to the Book!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R5WFw1lrb2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Zksy7udvE7g/s72-c/december+2007+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-6867234320708088569</id><published>2008-01-20T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:16:38.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling random'/><title type='text'>A Resolution Update</title><content type='html'>The blogging challenge on &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.com/"&gt;2peas&lt;/a&gt; for Monday is about how your resolutions are going. Here's a recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising more---not sure about the eating less part! (which means probably not!)&lt;br /&gt;*I've been good about Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;*I haven't written any more in my book, but I did name a few characters. That 5 0'clock club is lookin' serious people!&lt;br /&gt;*My "No Caffeinated Soda" (since I only like my caffeine cold!) was going well, but I succumbed on Saturday.  WARNING--POSSIBLE TMI AHEAD!!!  For the last 5 years I've suffered from really clammy nasty night sweats.  Interestingly enough, when I went cold turkey from the Sauce last year, they pretty much stopped.  I didn't think much about it.  Now I notice, however, that when I have the soda, I have night sweats again.  Coincidence?  I think not.  Just goes to show you that drugs really are bad for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to post my "This Year I Will" book in my 2peas gallery, but apparently 2peas didn't have enough memory to do it. I'll have to resize the pictures first I guess. There are a lot of pictures, so that's a lot of time. Time I'm not sure I want to spend right now. But I want to share the book, so SOMETHING will have to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-6867234320708088569?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6867234320708088569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=6867234320708088569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6867234320708088569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6867234320708088569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolution-update.html' title='A Resolution Update'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-450957705013926553</id><published>2008-01-17T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:46:24.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Counter's Back!</title><content type='html'>YAY &lt;a href="http://www.sitemeter.com/"&gt;Sitemeter&lt;/a&gt;! But this means I have to start from zero again....so if you read my blog, go ahead and hit me several times a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, (no really, go ahead and do it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a busy couple of days ahead of me....I just found out that my Scrap 101 class at &lt;a href="http://www.stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt; had people sign up for it TODAY--the LAST day that you could have signed up for it. I don't have a lot of samples ready, so I'll be getting that done asap. Luckily it's a class I've taught many times, and really enjoy teaching, so that'll be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "This Year I Will" Paper School class SOLD OUT!!! (Well, really it just filled up---in less than 24 hours! And I have 5 people or so on the waitlist, so Lisa (the store owner) and I just scheduled it again for March. Yippee Skippee! It's a terrific little book---a pop-up book of affirmations. I've been looking for the right kind of mini-album to offer her customers (it's more of a rubber stamp/paper arts store than a scrapbooking store) and I think I've found it! I'll put my pics of the book on 2peas later tonight or tomorrow for you to ogle and ooh and ah over. All kidding aside, this is a book that I'm really proud of--something that I really loved making and love the finished product. I'm working on a version of &lt;a href="http://crafttvweekly.com/"&gt;Craft TV Weekly's &lt;/a&gt;"Memories Cubed" (look for it in the archives) presentation for February. I'll let you know how that goes as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the Counter! Smiles to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-450957705013926553?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/450957705013926553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=450957705013926553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/450957705013926553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/450957705013926553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/counters-back.html' title='Counter&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5796477739396984226</id><published>2008-01-16T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:13:02.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2peas'/><title type='text'>2peas Thursday Blogger</title><content type='html'>Well, it's not really Thursday here yet....but I'll answer the question anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I back up my pictures on my laptop hard drive, my external hard drive, and once a year, I back them up on to discs. I'm hoping to get a dvd-burner someday and back them up onto dvd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I also make sure to print the best of the many, many pictures I take so that at least they are printed somewhere. I know that no digital solution is foolproof, and that there may come a day when I lose everything (knock on wood!) but having already lost some one-of-a-kind, eventful, never to be repeated photos and lived, I think I'll survive if that happens. I'll cry a lot, but I'll survive! Then I'll take more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/mb.asp?cmd=display&amp;amp;thread_id=2465541"&gt;2peas&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5796477739396984226?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5796477739396984226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5796477739396984226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5796477739396984226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5796477739396984226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/2peas-thursday-blogger.html' title='2peas Thursday Blogger'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4465274863581626657</id><published>2008-01-15T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:22:00.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just thoughts'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>and I'm still here! I've had a dozen thoughts floating through my head.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, I think I'm too sleepy to type much out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recap on my goals:&lt;br /&gt;the usual eat less/move more (I'm back to my Pilates 2-3 times a week, plus my playground workout, plus I'm working to walk the dog more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep more (I suffer from chronic/inherited insomnia. I sleep sporadically, and where other people just move into a cycle of lighter sleep--but still stay asleep, I always wake up all the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid caffeine as much as possible. (I've learned that my chronic insomnia improves exponentially when I am caffeine free. This is hard 'cause for a long time, a diet pepsi was a big treat for me.  It's also kind of a huge WELL D'UH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Sunday School (instead of socializing in the foyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my &lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/01/do.html"&gt;do'&lt;/a&gt;s for the year:&lt;br /&gt;Take more pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sew more stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put things in my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5052917"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to use Photoshop CS2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....I'm writing a book! I'd love to be able to post bits of it here for you to read, but this is something I'd really like to pursue publishing and making a "real" book. I've thought about writing a book my whole life. I love to write! It's one of the reasons I started this blog in the first place. I will tell you that it's a work of youth fiction, and it's a retelling of the Snow White Fairy Tale. I'm pretty consumed with it. I have the whole thing mapped out in my head. When I take the time to write, it just flows together. Now to find the time to write....that's easier said than done. I'm actually considering getting up at 5am to write for a few hours when the house is quiet. When I was COMPLETELY ensconced in the pink &lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/"&gt;MK&lt;/a&gt; bubble, I scoffed at the whole &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=CxENvH04PsIC&amp;amp;pg=PA45&amp;amp;lpg=PA45&amp;amp;dq=5+%22o+clock%22+club+mary+kay&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ots=To3mQ5Cqhu&amp;amp;sig=9HYOJ4q5YZdXC3JLBERHBnlhKds#PPA45,M1"&gt;"5 o'clock Club"&lt;/a&gt; idea; now I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly. Kinda ironic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "&lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/_a_/2008/01/one-little-word.html"&gt;one little word&lt;/a&gt;" for the year is FOCUS. By keeping my focus on what I really want to do, and what's really important, I'll achieve what I'm working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! Go sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4465274863581626657?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4465274863581626657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4465274863581626657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4465274863581626657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4465274863581626657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1089487412373790438</id><published>2007-12-30T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:03:55.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my counter!</title><content type='html'>Bummer! I loved seeing those numbers go up. That's what you get when you re-do your blog when you are too tired to think well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to add another one. Meanwhile, enjoy the slideshow!  (and they're not my pics....still figuring out how to do that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1089487412373790438?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1089487412373790438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1089487412373790438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1089487412373790438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1089487412373790438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-lost-my-counter.html' title='I lost my counter!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1170138978800363573</id><published>2007-12-30T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:46:10.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to All!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R3g7rVlrb0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gqixzmirat8/s1600-h/december+2007+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149931789613756226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R3g7rVlrb0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gqixzmirat8/s320/december+2007+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to all a good night! Hope your Christmas was as lovely as mine was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1170138978800363573?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1170138978800363573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1170138978800363573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1170138978800363573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1170138978800363573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to All!!!!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R3g7rVlrb0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gqixzmirat8/s72-c/december+2007+107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-6692661386238852710</id><published>2007-12-17T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:45:31.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>Something I've learned today....</title><content type='html'>After dealing with 20-some-odd kids ranging in age from 3-8, kids who are loud, needy, clingy, whiney, prone to tantrums, cry at the drop of a hat, whiney, loud, busy, full of convenient hearing, and did I mention whiney and loud?  Anyway, after being at work for about eight hours straight, I've learned something very important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that my patience well is dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've little left for the people who deserve it the most: my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry family. I'll do better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-6692661386238852710?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6692661386238852710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=6692661386238852710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6692661386238852710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6692661386238852710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-ive-learned-today.html' title='Something I&apos;ve learned today....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-2422752187463348400</id><published>2007-12-12T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:51:18.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas ideas'/><title type='text'>A Manly Gift Idea</title><content type='html'>My husband decided he needed &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/rebates/B000ODN7VM/sr=1-1/qid=1197409309/ref=dp_rebates_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;s=electronics&amp;amp;qid=1197409309&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for christmas....actually he bought it and then said it was an anniversary present (our anniversary is today) from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-2422752187463348400?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/2422752187463348400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=2422752187463348400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2422752187463348400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2422752187463348400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/manly-gift-idea.html' title='A Manly Gift Idea'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1028347931071267471</id><published>2007-12-06T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:44:21.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas ideas'/><title type='text'>Gift Idea #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1iyDrdCZKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AynE6roVTaw/s1600-h/cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141054750917289122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1iyDrdCZKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AynE6roVTaw/s320/cover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.customersvc.com/servlet/Show?WESPAGE=am/Transactions/Order/bn/order_BN_092407.jsp&amp;amp;MSRSMAG=BN"&gt;Blueprint Magazine&lt;/a&gt;. While I struggle with the moral issue of putting more money into Martha Stewart's pockets, this really is a terrific magazine. I love it! I wish it was more often. It's always full of wonderul ideas and great articles and pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1iy7LdCZLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/T-I7OLsPNUQ/s1600-h/il_75x75_8140463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141055704400028850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1iy7LdCZLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/T-I7OLsPNUQ/s320/il_75x75_8140463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And once you've gotten over giving something more to MS, wash yourself clean with a little sumpin'sumpin' from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5160303"&gt;The Dirty Soap Co.&lt;/a&gt;  Lovely stuff there.  You won't be disappointed.  They also have excellent customer service.  No, it's not my Etsy shop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1028347931071267471?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1028347931071267471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1028347931071267471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1028347931071267471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1028347931071267471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/gift-idea-3.html' title='Gift Idea #3'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1iyDrdCZKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AynE6roVTaw/s72-c/cover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1374225416179847830</id><published>2007-12-05T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:49:41.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas ideas'/><title type='text'>More Christmas Ideas!</title><content type='html'>Let's start with what has been my favorite CD for the past 2 years:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140638993788068994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1c37bdCZII/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z6J8lwW40C0/s320/siay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theweepies.com/"&gt;The Weepies&lt;/a&gt;:  Say I Am You.  Go to their website to hear selections from this album.  You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really don't know what to get someone for Christmas, head to the &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/"&gt;Paper Source&lt;/a&gt;.  They have everything!  Beautiful papers and cards, Letterpress items, ornaments, stuffed animals, and for the person who has everything (including a healthy sense of humor), &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/434536.html?cm_id=3310"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  They have a lot of other quirky books that would make great gifts as well.  Plus free shipping when you spend $100--AND you can buy gift cards that people can use online as well as in person!  One-stop shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish there was one in Oregon.  Ah phooey!  At least I have the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1374225416179847830?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1374225416179847830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1374225416179847830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1374225416179847830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1374225416179847830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-christmas-ideas.html' title='More Christmas Ideas!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1c37bdCZII/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z6J8lwW40C0/s72-c/siay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7928756647860462968</id><published>2007-12-03T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:50:46.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas ideas'/><title type='text'>One the first Day of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post some gift-giving ideas. Feel free to pass on to any importan gift buyers in your life. Or just order one for your mother-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrsmeyers.com/"&gt;Gift #1&lt;/a&gt; (and I did order one for myself...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139774217974490178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1Qla2gUpEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ab3wgBV3O3M/s320/varietymiddle2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean if you are going to clean the house anyway, you might as well have some fun while you do it!  We had a bottle of the lavender hand soap in our bathroom this past year and were really impressed w/it.  Smelled wonderful!  (even DH liked it!)  Sadly, when I went back to Target to get some more I discovered that the great T no longer carried their products.  No on in Albany carries their products.  So I'm getting this for Christmas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-7928756647860462968?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7928756647860462968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7928756647860462968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7928756647860462968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7928756647860462968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-first-day-of-christmas.html' title='One the first Day of Christmas...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R1Qla2gUpEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ab3wgBV3O3M/s72-c/varietymiddle2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4392061694605044945</id><published>2007-12-01T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:24:08.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><title type='text'>This is pretty neat!</title><content type='html'>I just found this while blog surfing, and had to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zabSLYWhZuE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zabSLYWhZuE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think that I need a coluzzle....even though I have other circle cutting methods.  It just looks so easy!  I loved the music as well...think I need that now!  And everything today deserves an exclamation point!  I'm going to check out her video archives on her &lt;a href="http://www.kwernerdesign.com/blog/index.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4392061694605044945?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4392061694605044945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4392061694605044945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4392061694605044945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4392061694605044945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-pretty-neat.html' title='This is pretty neat!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7591573745286213940</id><published>2007-11-29T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:09:12.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>DT Application</title><content type='html'>I applied to the DT (Design Team, for those of you not immersed in the scrappin' world...) for a stamp manufacturer called &lt;a href="http://www.goinque.com/"&gt;Inque Boutique&lt;/a&gt;. They were specifically looking for scrapbookers who stamp, and I've considered myself a "stampbooker" for most of my paper-lovin' "career", so I applied. No idea if I'm what they are looking for. I enjoyed the challenge anyway. I worked really hard to coalesce my style, represent it well, and still show that I understand a few things about design, like color theory and symmetry, and the visual triangle and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my entries. They wanted 3 layouts, preferably multi-photo, and they wanted their stamps on the layouts. That's pretty much all I used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138278869672986578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R07VaH_BB9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mPEvVV_vMMg/s320/IMG_4102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138278749413902274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R07VTH_BB8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/5M-w7veZMoo/s320/IMG_4097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138278994227038178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R07VhX_BB-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7RXdNOrW1Z4/s320/IMG_4104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll find out Monday if I made the cut.  I'll let you know....&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/11950089-7591573745286213940?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7591573745286213940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7591573745286213940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7591573745286213940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7591573745286213940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/11/dt-application.html' title='DT Application'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R07VaH_BB9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mPEvVV_vMMg/s72-c/IMG_4102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-3740598823302793971</id><published>2007-11-26T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:32:02.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--The Other Side'/><title type='text'>a few thoughts on friendship...</title><content type='html'>The prompt for today on &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.com/"&gt;2peas&lt;/a&gt; is to blog about your thoughts on friendship. This struck a chord for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want most from a friendship would best be described as equality and balance, tempered with loyalty. Meaning that you give as good as you get--that you give as much as you take from me. And you speak with me honestly and openly as I will speak with you--without judgement, and that you keep my secrets as well as I keep yours. This hasn't always happened for me; I value it so much more when I find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I have off the top of my head. Seems simple enough---it's basically the "golden rule." 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite the other side, but close enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-3740598823302793971?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/3740598823302793971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=3740598823302793971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3740598823302793971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3740598823302793971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/11/few-thoughts-on-friendship.html' title='a few thoughts on friendship...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5217269961608637655</id><published>2007-11-25T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:09:58.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><title type='text'>Link to MiniBook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/pg.asp?cmd=display&amp;amp;layout_id=1264859"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; at my 2peas gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5217269961608637655?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5217269961608637655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5217269961608637655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5217269961608637655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5217269961608637655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/11/link-to-minibook.html' title='Link to MiniBook'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7644170522550006957</id><published>2007-11-23T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:40:11.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>Hey Look!  I made Stuff!</title><content type='html'>It's been a blurry couple of weeks. I designed a quick make-and-take project for over 100 women for the &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com/"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt;'s "Designing Desserts" (a customer appreciation event) that was held on November 8th. I also finished up 4 out of the 5 ornaments for my December Christmas Ornaments papercrafting class (also for the store) and made 3 different MiniBooks for my November Paper School class. I then taught a Christmas Card Bar class (for myself--I teach a papercrafting class once a month here in town) on November 10th.  I had to have 125 Christmas cards as pre-made as possible so that those taking my class just had to put the cards together.  I also made 3 different tote bags for the school craft fair (The craft fair was November 16 and 17...the bags were my own design, for my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5052917"&gt;etsy &lt;/a&gt;shop that I'll get up and running before the end of the year) under my Cerulean Blue Goods label, designed my new business cards, designed my own CD Case calendar ('cause I didn't want to sell the &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3a0656639de62ad593598e10d373a0a0/?vgnextoid=ac45c5607a9a5110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextfmt=default"&gt;Blueprint&lt;/a&gt; one at the school craft fair), {TOTAL SIDE NOTE: my good friend printed my cards and calendar for me--so if you live in the area, go to &lt;a href="http://www.corvallisalphagraphics.com/"&gt;Alphagraphics&lt;/a&gt; for all your printing needs. He's done a bunch of things for me, and always does great work!} made 2 reversible aprons (also for the Cerulean Blue line, also for the school craft fair), and did the planner masters for next year's planners--both the portrait orientation (which I prefer) and the landscape orientation (which other people like). And I made the coolest MiniBook I've ever made--for a class I call "A Little Bit Me." (I'll get you a link after I post it to &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.com/"&gt;2peas&lt;/a&gt;--there are a lot of pictures!) I've also started rehearsals for our big, annual Christmas Fireside concert for church, which I am the Assistant Director for (and have a solo in this year as well). Whew! Then it was Thanksgiving. And I worked the whole time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the goodies to follow--um maybe. Blogger seems to be acting up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136198151291602866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R0dxAX_BB7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/c-Bru0RkM_4/s320/mosaic+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;LOOK! It's my first digital scrapbook page! Thanks to PSE 5.0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to make my class kits for the two classes I'm teaching on Saturday at Stampin'Cat. Which means I really don't have the time to blog right now (shh! don't tell on me!) I'll try one more time, then I'll just have to post it later....Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-7644170522550006957?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7644170522550006957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7644170522550006957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7644170522550006957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7644170522550006957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-look-i-made-stuff.html' title='Hey Look!  I made Stuff!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/R0dxAX_BB7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/c-Bru0RkM_4/s72-c/mosaic+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1074488234683615220</id><published>2007-11-06T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:25:53.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy thrifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Some Yummy Thriftiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129933998930164962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RzEvyt9ufOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/czSWrplqBeE/s320/IMG_3855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Found these at Goodwill on Saturday. The green/coral/turquoise vintage fabric will probably be an apron for me. The stripey fabric I'm not sure yet. The bowl is just going to sit around my crafting space and look pretty. I LOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEE that bowl! If anyone out there knows what the makers mark "RP" means, let me know! (that's the only mark I could find on the bowl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1074488234683615220?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1074488234683615220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1074488234683615220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1074488234683615220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1074488234683615220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-yummy-thriftiness.html' title='Some Yummy Thriftiness!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RzEvyt9ufOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/czSWrplqBeE/s72-c/IMG_3855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5270880806883990529</id><published>2007-11-03T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:47:25.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Jill!</title><content type='html'>Not that she was lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jillconyers.typepad.com/life_as_i_see_it/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having some fun thinking of all the things I could &lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-pif.html#links"&gt;PIF&lt;/a&gt; you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5270880806883990529?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5270880806883990529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5270880806883990529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5270880806883990529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5270880806883990529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/11/found-jill.html' title='Found Jill!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7654475721885133383</id><published>2007-10-31T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:46:45.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>One of the good things...</title><content type='html'>about having a full-time job is the ability to get &lt;a href="http://www.pleasanthillgrain.com/Bosch_Universal_Plus_Mixer_MUM6N10UC.aspx"&gt;this:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...after futzing around with old, used models, this bad boy is on it's way to my house as we speak.  I can hardly wait.  Sometimes, I'm a little giddy when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lest you think I've lost my frugal ways, I'll be selling off the extra pieces of the older model I have now on eBay.  Heck, my mixer base just needs a $40 part.  I saw a mixer base that DIDN'T EVEN WORK!!! sell on eBay for over $50 (before shipping!!!) so mine that works (but needs the part that makes the blender spin) should sell just fine.  Plus I have an extra dough hook.  EVERYONE needs an extra dough hook!  That should knock down the price to the $300 I'd budgeted for it.  maybe even $250. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the bread baking already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-7654475721885133383?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7654475721885133383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7654475721885133383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7654475721885133383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7654475721885133383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-good-things.html' title='One of the good things...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-2978353218408904427</id><published>2007-10-28T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:35:07.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>PIF Winners</title><content type='html'>Here's to &lt;a href="http://llannalee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allanna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aimeslee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimeslee&lt;/a&gt;, and Jill (Jill, I couldn't find your blog) who will get the PIF. I'll be emailing you to get your addys. You could also email me at DianneKNelson (at) yahoo (dot) com with that same info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats guys! Let me know your favorite colors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-2978353218408904427?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/2978353218408904427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=2978353218408904427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2978353218408904427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2978353218408904427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/pif-winners.html' title='PIF Winners'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-852529909684586946</id><published>2007-10-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:04:28.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Blog PIF</title><content type='html'>So I followed a link from &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;'s blog to &lt;a href="http://mollyirwin.typepad.com/mollysjournal/"&gt;Molly Irwin's &lt;/a&gt;blog that led to this: a Blog PIF! I love the idea, and I love the freedom to send out a giftie in the next year. Gives me something to look forward to once the crush of the holiday season is passed. I'll follow the same guidelines--the first 3 commenters will get the PIF, the PIF will be hand-made--but not necessarily paper, and those that comment pledge to send their PIF to people who comment on &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;blogs. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoy! I know that I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-852529909684586946?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/852529909684586946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=852529909684586946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/852529909684586946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/852529909684586946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-pif.html' title='Blog PIF'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-555410281799908896</id><published>2007-10-26T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:02:46.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from my heart'/><title type='text'>So many thoughts, so little time...</title><content type='html'>Hello faithful blog readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the eve of my first free Saturday since sometime in August, and I am taking the time to write a little blog post to anyone out there who's reading. I have so much in my head "write" now, so much that I sincerely hope that it tumbles out with some semblance of order and sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working full time. It's a big change for me. I've been at home for the last (about) four and half years. I'm working in a preschool/day care center that is housed in a local elementary school. So we get a lot of siblings, and a lot of what we call "kindergarten wrap-arounds" (which are kids that are in our program half a day and in kindergarten the other half, and usually then after school for about 3 hrs or so until 5:30, when we close). It's really made me re-examine my own parenting, as well as my thoughts/opinions on parenting and families and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me stress that these are my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;opinions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not judgements. I personally feel that it's really unfair to judge anyone--and as soon as you (I) do, than you'll be held up to the same measuring stick for some judging of your own. Essentially, what I am seeing as I nurture and parent these 4 and 5 year olds for some 8+ hours a day is that the family is falling apart and it's hurting kids in ways we can't even fathom yet. Most of our kids are coming from single parent families--and a lot of those are just barely getting through traumatic separations. I know that these single moms are doing the best they can with what they've got. I'm glad to help them and support them where I can. But I see the other end of things for those 8+ hours a day. Kids so distracted and agitated that they can't focus on anything for even 10 minutes. Kids who are afraid that we are going to leave them on the playground and leave them behind and silently cry or quake with fear at the drop of a hat. Kids who think nothing of hitting, pushing, shoving, punching in the face, or elbowing to get their way or get the toy they want or to simply assert their control over another person (and let me say that sometimes the one pushing and elbowing is my own child as well....). Kids who are simply defiant. It's tough. I don't have answers. I just know that these kids are reacting more to their home life and home situations than their parents probably realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn new things every day about improving my parenting. I work with a wonderful gal who's done this job for 15 years (I sometimes think of her in my head as "the child whisperer") and I've learned a lot. If you are looking for help in your parenting, I can recommend some great books---"&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Positive-Discipline-Jane-Ed-D-Nelsen/dp/0345487672/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_b/104-5974275-6587104"&gt;Positive Discipline&lt;/a&gt;" by Jane Nelson (I first read this during a college classroom management class) and "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Self-Reliant-Children-Self-Indulgent-World/dp/0761511288/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-5974275-6587104?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193463549&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Raising Self-Reliant Children in Self-Indulgent World&lt;/a&gt;" by H. Stephen Glenn. These are fabulous books that won't make you feel guilty about your parenting. Plain, honest language that will give you more tools for your parenting toolbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job has humbled me in many ways as well. I'm grateful that I'm not a single mom. I have nothing but respect and admiration for those that are. I see moms every day that are doing the very best with what they have. I also have learned that for me, and for my family, things are better when I am at home. I am planning to work full-time through the rest of the school year, but next year, when C. is in kindergarten, I am only working part-time. I'm going to be home when he's home. I try not to think about the fact that I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; there when my kids are home from school. It breaks my heart a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more thoughts are tumbling around, like "why didn't we avoid the financial choices that put us here in the need for me to work...." and "wow, I always said that I could never do daycare, but yet that's pretty much what I am doing. How Ironic..." to "I have so many books and stories running around in my head and heart---I think it's finally time to discipline myself to write them down like I always wanted to do" to "I am happier when I am in a creative job, or at least have the time weekly to have a creative outlet" to "I love to sing! My concert was fabulous! I need to sing more!" and a really big one that I'd love to talk about, but it's pretty raw: for no reason I can fathom, my &lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-my-head.html#links"&gt;very best friend&lt;/a&gt; is no longer talking to me. Not in person, not on the phone, and not via email. She never showed for appointments we had, and she just stopped answering the phone one day, and never returned my calls and (and we used to talk several times a day...and get together in person at least once a week) It hurts a lot and I don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just sum this up like this: I wish all of the moms out there, single or not, working outside the home or inside the home, I wish you all peace of mind. I wish you contentment. I wish you support for your choices. I wish you best friends. I wish you the things you wish for. (and I wish the Dads the same things...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-555410281799908896?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/555410281799908896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=555410281799908896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/555410281799908896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/555410281799908896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-thoughts-so-little-time.html' title='So many thoughts, so little time...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7358664118569559190</id><published>2007-10-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:37:26.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>Look at Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kval.com/community/calendar/9899672.html"&gt;Sweet Home Gala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me!  I'm singing here in a couple of weeks.  They spelled my name wrong in this press release, but there I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd better practice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-7358664118569559190?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7358664118569559190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7358664118569559190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7358664118569559190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7358664118569559190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/look-at-me.html' title='Look at Me!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5394070975682146516</id><published>2007-10-04T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:07:57.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><title type='text'>Hello Little Blog...</title><content type='html'>I know you've been neglected....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about how busy I've been, but truthfully, in this age of Instant Everything, we are all busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that I've been too tired to blog, but again, we are all tired because we are all busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could regale you with tales from my workplace, but since my work revolves around 3, 4, and 5 year olds, it's not pretty.  And sometimes it smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm writing blog posts in my head and I'm practicing saying "no" to all the extra things in my life that I haven't had to say "no" to for the past 3 years or so (once C was past his first year of life, the year we refer to now as "The Year of Not Sleeping") because I had the luxury of being a stay-at-home mom.  And eventually, I'll carve out the time to put them here where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'll forget them entirely.  And then I'll write something else.  Eventually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5394070975682146516?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5394070975682146516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5394070975682146516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5394070975682146516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5394070975682146516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-little-blog.html' title='Hello Little Blog...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-2219826694413536510</id><published>2007-09-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:28:19.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my quirky sense of humor'/><title type='text'>You Know You've Been Blogging When....</title><content type='html'>So I'm working on a mini-album for my &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com/"&gt;class&lt;/a&gt; this last Saturday.  It was a "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" class, and focused on making an album map for a theme album.  Since we didn't really vacation this year, I chose to do my album on the trip that DH and I took to &lt;a href="http://gonewengland.about.com/cs/bostonattractions/a/aafreedomtrail.htm"&gt;Boston&lt;/a&gt; last &lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt;. (scroll down for Boston posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point to this post? I'm writing out my journaling, and every time I come to a key place as I wrote, I found myself wanting to put in hyperlinks.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-2219826694413536510?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/2219826694413536510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=2219826694413536510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2219826694413536510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2219826694413536510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-youve-been-blogging-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;ve Been Blogging When....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-744123072205791996</id><published>2007-09-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:37:09.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--The Other Side'/><title type='text'>Let's Create a Personal Day!</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be great if we could have the power to add another day to the week? Or just stop the world around us long enough to get a little more caught up? I'm so wishing I had a day just for me. A day where I didn't have to meet anyone's deadlines but my own. That way, I'd have clean clothes in my closet (instead of in stinky piles around our family office) and I'd be caught up in projects for my classes at &lt;a href="http://www.stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt;. (How nice would THAT be? Instead of trying to do my projects in a semi-lit classroom during "rest time", racing to finish it before my &lt;a href="http://www.stampincat.com/calendar/month.php"&gt;class &lt;/a&gt;on Saturday, I'd just turn in a finished sample a month before the class is scheduled. Ah, what quiet bliss!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, instead of rushing around trying to get caught up, I'd just sleep all day....and then I'd sleep some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-744123072205791996?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/744123072205791996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=744123072205791996&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/744123072205791996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/744123072205791996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-create-personal-day.html' title='Let&apos;s Create a Personal Day!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-6263942642829606626</id><published>2007-09-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T09:09:46.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the proverbial grindstone</title><content type='html'>So I've started working full time again. I haven't worked full time in about 4 years. I taught preschool 4 years ago when I was pregnant with C. I'm working again for the same company in almost the same situation--a preschool/care center in a local elementary school. On one hand, I'm glad for a job where I don't have to pay extra for care for C. On the other hand, there are a lot of reasons I liked/chose/wanted to be a SAHM. But little luxuries like food and the power bill got in the way of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plate is extremely full right now. We are going to be in transition for a few weeks while we get used to Mom being gone. And I'm going to have to be extra efficient to get everything done that I need to get done. (If there are other mothers working outside the home, you know exactly what I'm talking about). We have a new dog in our home (not the best time to get a dog, but when you are given a bichon frise--purebred--the very dog you've wanted for years, you say "yes!"). I am managing the music for our &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt;church &lt;/a&gt;worship services, leading the choir, and leading the music at our main meeting. I'm still teaching 2-3 classes at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt; a month, teaching &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CardstockQueenClasses/"&gt;my own&lt;/a&gt; class once a month at the community room at Ray's grocery store, and getting the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.albanyata.com/"&gt;TaeKwonDo&lt;/a&gt; a couple of times a week, plus homework for a 7th and 3rd grader, plus Cub Scouts, and so on and so on.  I've discovered that I need a little more quick things in my pantry so we can still eat as a family each day.  I don't have time to make my own chicken broth, I need it in a can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I feel strongly that this is the right job for me right now.  I've been praying that the right job would come along so that I could make a positive financial impact on my family's finances.  I didn't want a job working minimum wage where the government would take, oh let's say $2 of my $7.50 an hour wage (the minimum here in Oregon), childcare would take $4 of it, leaving me with only $1.50 per hour to show for my work.  This is definitely the job I was supposed to have. We've set a goal to be free of consumer debt in 5 years (just in time to send J to college!).  I created a lot of that consumer debt with my different "jobs" (see &lt;a href="http://marykay.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thecardstockqueen.com/shop"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) so I really feel like it's only fair to help out.  Plus the economy right now is killing us.  We re-did our budget recently and found out taht 4 years ago, we paid $50 a paycheck for gas for two weeks for two cars--now, with the SAME cars, we pay close to $200 a paycheck for gas for two weeks.  Milk is nearly $3 a gallon--and we drink a lot more of it now.  It's just harder to make those elusive ends meet.  So I've gone back to work, to a job I had before and like, with people I worked with before and liked, and my only real "perk" is that I don't have to pay a penny for C's care.  That's huge!  I know that my Heavenly Father is watching out for me right now.  And I need the help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the Mom's out there who work outside their homes!  I know what a juggling act you do each day, and I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-6263942642829606626?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6263942642829606626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=6263942642829606626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6263942642829606626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6263942642829606626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-proverbial-grindstone.html' title='Back to the proverbial grindstone'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-620398874120553105</id><published>2007-09-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:44:11.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Paper</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful "grandma" aged gal take my "Holiday Memories" book last November at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt; tell this story at one of my classes this summer.  She made the book for her 15 yo granddaughter.  Earlier this year (late spring or early summer) this dgd had a big fight with her parents and decided to leave home.  She'd made her grand exit, complete with door slamming and stomping off when she suddenly turned around, slammed her way &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the house grabbed the scrapbook her grandmother gave her (the small "Holiday Memories" book) and then stomped and slammed out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's when I knew she'd be back" said her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that a little paper combined with the time to lovingly create something has so much power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-620398874120553105?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/620398874120553105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=620398874120553105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/620398874120553105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/620398874120553105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/09/power-of-paper.html' title='The Power of Paper'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4235866803897839584</id><published>2007-08-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:34:07.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>I don't think that counts....</title><content type='html'>4 yo DS takes all his clothes off and starts running through the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sees him and asks, "Are you nakey?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 yo covers up in front and answers, "I not nakey, I have hands!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(enjoy the laugh for the day!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4235866803897839584?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4235866803897839584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4235866803897839584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4235866803897839584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4235866803897839584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-think-that-counts.html' title='I don&apos;t think that counts....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-2340105973407642360</id><published>2007-08-27T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:17:10.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>LOVE this book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/9781933605241?&amp;PID=31407"&gt;THIS BOOK&lt;/a&gt; is one of the coolest things I've read w/my 4 yo in a long time. It's wonderful on so many developmental levels! You can work on colors, animal names/recognition/sounds, as well as short term memory. On top of all that, it's just plain fun! I know what's going under the tree this Christmas! (We found ours at the &lt;a href="http://library.cityofalbany.net/"&gt;library&lt;/a&gt; if you wanted to give it a test run...check your local library) Or you can follow the link and support an extraordinary Oregon bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-2340105973407642360?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/2340105973407642360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=2340105973407642360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2340105973407642360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2340105973407642360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-this-book.html' title='LOVE this book!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-8561902435092757261</id><published>2007-08-23T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:00:20.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Laurel Thatcher Ulrich!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rs4ReFEwj8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GGtRYoLNhLg/s1600-h/IMG_2272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102034636313235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rs4ReFEwj8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GGtRYoLNhLg/s320/IMG_2272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 yo DD reading a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Well-Behaved-Rarely-History-Bumper-Sticker/dp/B0002U5W2O"&gt;bumper sticker&lt;/a&gt; as we drive down I-205:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History. *giggle* *pause* I could make history!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't realize I heard her. I say, "Go For It!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-8561902435092757261?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8561902435092757261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=8561902435092757261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8561902435092757261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8561902435092757261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-laurel-thatcher-ulrich.html' title='Thank You Laurel Thatcher Ulrich!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rs4ReFEwj8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GGtRYoLNhLg/s72-c/IMG_2272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-8839115125329065923</id><published>2007-08-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:22:21.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Max!</title><content type='html'>Attention all &lt;a href="http://www.noggin.com/shows/maxruby.php"&gt;Max and Ruby&lt;/a&gt; devotees!  This one's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the table, a pitcher of Crystal Light Lemonade.  Four-year-old C asks in hushed and reverential (but excited) tones, "Is that....Lemonade!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I answer, wondering what all the fuss is about.  "Do you want some?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH YES!"  He sips his glass and then says, "Is that a hint of mint?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He drinks again and says, "Delicious!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-8839115125329065923?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8839115125329065923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=8839115125329065923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8839115125329065923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8839115125329065923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-max.html' title='Oh Max!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4592868322288892723</id><published>2007-08-19T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:22:34.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 99!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rsj3MlEwj6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iKUR7mkLGIE/s1600-h/IMG_2922_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100598373479649186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rsj3MlEwj6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iKUR7mkLGIE/s320/IMG_2922_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Dorothea, Great-Grandmother so fine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating a birthday---number NINETY-NINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Joel's grandmother look good! We had a lovely party for her last week. She's still going strong. We joked that at her 100th's birthday, everyone needed to just bring her $100 bills. Her supper club passed on the rubber chicken, so that tradition was preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100601860993093554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rsj6XlEwj7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5mLs6jefz3E/s320/IMG_2838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Many friends and family members came to pay their respects. She's a lovely, gracious woman, and I'm glad that my children have had the chance to know her and be close to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live long and prosper! Happy 99th Dorothea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4592868322288892723?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4592868322288892723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4592868322288892723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4592868322288892723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4592868322288892723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-99.html' title='Happy 99!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rsj3MlEwj6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iKUR7mkLGIE/s72-c/IMG_2922_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4323287379065366116</id><published>2007-08-14T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:12:33.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Embarrassing!</title><content type='html'>This was my entry for the &lt;a href="http://heatherbailey.typepad.com/heather_bailey/2007/08/a-slice-for-you.html#comment-79516401"&gt;HELLOmynameisHeather&lt;/a&gt; blog candy contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 18 years old and driving from my Jr. College in Idaho back home to Portland, Oregon. I had bummed a ride with two very nice guys that I didn't know at all, and, in fact, met just before we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some backstory: my family moved to Portland just after I graduated from high school. I had lived in our new house for about six weeks before I left to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as we pulled into the downtown area of Portland (I actually lived in a suburb...) I had the sinking realization that I didn't know how to get home. No idea whatsoever where I lived. Of course, it was at that precise moment that the guy driving said, "Okay Dianne, how do we get to your house?" I had to sheepishly admit that I didn't know. Thankfully, they were good sports about it, and decided to just "drive around" until I saw something familiar. A few large circles and a wrong turn later, we made it to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I made sure to have directions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4323287379065366116?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4323287379065366116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4323287379065366116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4323287379065366116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4323287379065366116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-embarrassing.html' title='How Embarrassing!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4670015954916752713</id><published>2007-08-09T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:21:42.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Spinning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096733193099045378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rrs71eGcagI/AAAAAAAAAD8/84EjmFOyX6s/s320/IMG_2582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;July was busy. Really busy. I'm still reeling a bit, and looking for a breather. We had a 4th Celebration, Cub Scout Camp, classes and demos at Stampin'Cat, family reunion in Wenatchee, my 20th High School reunion in Spokane, a small (but miraculous and faith-building) jet-ski/tube accident, Girl's Camp, singing at Girl's Camp, learning to tie-dye and being in charge of the crafts at GC, and finally some out of town company with a few visits w/my parents mixed in to keep things interesting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent yesterday at &lt;a href="http://www.willamalane.org/1_aqua/lpsc.htm"&gt;Splash!&lt;/a&gt; after seeing "Shrek the Third" with our visiting friends. Lots of fun. Lots of chlorine. We'll see what the rest of the day brings! Enjoy these pictures of the &lt;a href="http://www.iinet.com/~englishriver/LewisClarkColumbiaRiver/Regions/Places/maryhill.html"&gt;Stonehenge Memorial&lt;/a&gt; we stopped at on the way home from Wenatchee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096734696337598994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rrs9M-GcahI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WWx6npQbVZ8/s320/IMG_2586.jpg" border="0" /&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/11950089-4670015954916752713?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4670015954916752713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4670015954916752713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4670015954916752713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4670015954916752713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-spinning.html' title='Still Spinning'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rrs71eGcagI/AAAAAAAAAD8/84EjmFOyX6s/s72-c/IMG_2582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-3888705408774951146</id><published>2007-07-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:20:30.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--The Other Side'/><title type='text'>Over The River...</title><content type='html'>I've been dreaming of my Grandmother's house at night. I know that house very well. I know where my father's teenage Chuck Taylor footprint on the sheetrock is hiding under wood paneling, left from when he and my uncle were building the house with my Grandfather. I know the patchwork pattern of the tile my Grandfather used in the downstairs basement shower that became my bathroom shower when I attended Oregon State. I know the heating ductwork where he put his "Hello My Name Is" nametags from the various events he attended as a chemistry professor for Oregon State. I added my own to the collection. I know which rooms my Dad slept in as a teenager. I know the blue room upstairs with its light blue paneling and light blue shag carpet; that was my Aunt Lila's room. I thought it was the most beautiful room in the world when I was a child. I know where Grandma kept her tools. I know the Gardening room, the Wood room, the Bike Room (where I hung my bike on the same bike pulley sysem my Grandfather used to hang his bike--the same bike he once got a speeding ticket on as he raced across the Oregon State Campus), and the tool benches in the garage--left pretty much as my Grandfather left them when he lost his lymphoma battle when I was sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing different parts of the house in my dream. The room divider in the living room where my Grandma stored knickknacks. The drawer that housed all of her Pyrex. The drawer that housed all of the cookie sheets and cake pans. Every thing in the kitchen was custom made by my grandfather to her specifications. I see the knife slots for each individual knife, the sections in the drawers for kitchen utensils separated by size and function, the drawers for her linens and tablecloths, the cupboard with the cookie jar and the corny poster that said "My Grandma is the best by far, for she has got a Cookie Jar!" (I loved that poster!) on the inside of the door, the under cabinet fluorescent lights. I see the double closet that still held many of my Grandfather's clothes and also his filing cabinets in what became the boys room. I see the storeroom under the stairs that held the old games and toys my brother and sisters and cousins played when we came to visit, the shelves with my Grandfather's photo developing chemicals, all labeled neatly and out of reach of most children, the cheerleader megaphone he was gifted with at some point in his collegiate teaching career. And even though they were long gone after his death, I remember the shelves where his duck hunting buoys stood in neat rows. I remember the smell of water and the rubber that hung in the air around them. I remember his little office where he refilled his shotgun casings. I remember that was something scary to me as a child, and I didn't stay in that room for long---just long enough to take a butterscotch candy from the dish on his desk. I liked to think he kept them there just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Grandmother's sewing closet. I remember the beautiful draperies she made for each room of the house. I remember that I thought there was nothing she couldn't make. I now have one of her ironing boards. I've had it for years now. It's heavy and awkward and most current ironing board covers don't really fit it; it's heavy plywood with heavy metal legs. The original cover had a blanket material as it's padding. Sometimes think a more modern board would be better for my needs, but then I remember that her name is written on the board beneath the cover, so it would be set aside for her at the store she bought it at originally. When I use that ironing board, I feel connected to her. Connected to my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved a lot during my childhood. My father was in the service, and moving often is a part of that life. My grandmother's address was on our luggage as our permanent address, just in case we were ever sepearated from it. That started when we moved to Germany in 1974. I moved into her house in 1989. I lived there until I got married in 1992 (interrupted only by a VERY brief stint sharing an apartment with a friend). During that time I connected with my Grandmother more than anyone else in my family did. This house held my roots and my history; her house &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; my roots in a very real way. Everywhere I went in that house, I was surrounded by a part of my history; it was one of those houses where nothing every really changed. I like to pretend that it's still a part of my family, even though it was sold per the instructions left by my Grandfather's trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lived in our house in Albany for four-and-a-half years now. This is the longest period in my entire life where I had the same address. In the 14 and a half years we've been married, we've had 10 different street addresses. That's a lot of moving! In fact, I think I still have at least one box in the garage that was packed a couple of moves ago. (I'm working through them--I just did a couple of boxes last week). Fortunately, my children have settled in here easily. They are planting the kinds of roots I never was able to. I marvel at that sometimes--and I'm grateful that they are building good friendships and relationships--that they are well-known at their elementary school and well-liked by their teachers. It's good for me too--I'm building my own friendships and relationships. We are all making our own roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your roots? Do you have friends that date back to your kindergarten years? Or are you having the chance to build your own roots today. Whether we move all over or stay in the same places, we all have the chance to "bloom where we are planted" (to paraphrase Mary Englebreit). We can make our own roots or we can find a way to be content without them. Either way, I'm grateful for the dreams of my grandmother's house. I was happy there. I like remembering all the bits and pieces that make up my connections and my roots. And when I'm exasperating my children by wanting things just so--like my Grandmother did (I used to have to vacuum the carpet in straight lines--and then spend the rest of the week walking around the edges of the room so that I didn't mess up those lines) I remember that I come by my quirks honestly. I have connections to my roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-3888705408774951146?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/3888705408774951146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=3888705408774951146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3888705408774951146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3888705408774951146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/07/over-river.html' title='Over The River...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-585992424344174774</id><published>2007-07-03T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:57:25.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>Love that we have our freedoms!  Take a moment today to be grateful for the freedoms we enjoy here in America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-585992424344174774?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/585992424344174774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=585992424344174774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/585992424344174774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/585992424344174774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-2707170445240712764</id><published>2007-06-22T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:51:28.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>The Magic Number</title><content type='html'>C, my 4 year old is AMAZINGLY savvy at recognizing symbols.  He calls McDonalds "Ba-Ba" (sing it to yourself---"Ba ba ba ba ba....I'm Lovin' It!) and has for about 2 years now.  It was one of the few things he would say that we could understand when he was just forming words.  Once he sang it to us, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, he recognizes cars that are like Daddy's (Hondas--w/the big "H" symbol.  All Honda's are like Daddy's car, even though the big boxy things are nothing like our 11 year old Accord), spouts off random letters when "reading" signs and can choose between Burger King ("cheeseburger") and McDonalds ("ba-ba") depending on which toy is available at the time.  Never mind the fact that all he eats are the french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every number is "Seventeen."  Looking at a clock, he'll tell you "It's Seventeen O'Clock!"  If he's tired, he'll say, "It's seventeen o'clock--time for bed!"  When he wants to go home, it's..."Seventeen O'Clock."  He's the proud owner of a Finding Nemo book from Goodwill; one of those fun books where you push the button that goes with a picture in the story and a sound will play to support the action.  This morning he came to us pointing at the price tag and saying, "Seventeen Dollars.  Look, it's Seventeen Dollars." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it wasn't!  And I hope the batteries run out soon.  Well, after he's had Seventeen hours of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-2707170445240712764?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/2707170445240712764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=2707170445240712764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2707170445240712764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/2707170445240712764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/06/magic-number.html' title='The Magic Number'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1293517513233216651</id><published>2007-06-18T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:15:26.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Before: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077498734309262818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnbmMnX_xeI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZibXyTBVMNI/s320/IMG_2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077500052864222706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnbnZXX_xfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KaqCB1nyI6M/s320/IMG_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still getting used to it.  It's the shortest I've had it since I was a Jr. in High School.  I've got one uneven chunk on one side I'll be getting fixed this week.  So far, I like how easy it is to take care of.  I'm still figuring out the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1293517513233216651?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1293517513233216651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1293517513233216651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1293517513233216651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1293517513233216651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnbmMnX_xeI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZibXyTBVMNI/s72-c/IMG_2013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-677075824765574342</id><published>2007-06-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:11:30.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papercrating projects'/><title type='text'>Some of my recent projects</title><content type='html'>I'm teaching two classes this weekend at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt; (well, just one, since no one signed up for one of my classes). Here's some pics:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076319619757622690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnK1zHX_xaI/AAAAAAAAADM/UBQ9s3Bqgx8/s320/IMG_1834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my Coaster Album for my Paper School class this month. Paper School is a year-long series of classes I've developed (well, am developing, since I just had a rough plan for the year after about May) where we combine a mini-lecture about some papercrafting topic (we've done Color Theory, Tools, Storage, and so on) with a MiniBook around that month's theme. In June we're discussing storage/organization of all the papers and stuff our kids bring home at the end of the school year. The MiniBook focuses on some aspect of your child's year at school; in this case this was a Kindergarten field trip for my middle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the back:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076324236847465938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnK5_3X_xdI/AAAAAAAAADk/TK_BPhj6Dms/s320/IMG_1835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other class was an altering class using really ugly coasters from the Dollar Tree. This was fun for me--I punched shapes from product packaging to act as protectors for the photo. I sanded the edges to make them stand out, and then painted them w/my new Ranger Paint Dabber in white. I like things like this; there are a lot of different techniques here--paint, sanding, modge podge, and I used my QK to punch some foam letters. I'm trying to use my QK and Sizzix more to see if I can justify moving up to an electric die-cutter. So far the QK is winning! (and I haven't used either enough to justify the cost. I just don't think of using die-cuts when I work).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076323360674137538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnK5M3X_xcI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5uA1J5WNy4/s320/IMG_1851.jpg" border="0" /&gt; That's all for now! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-677075824765574342?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/677075824765574342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=677075824765574342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/677075824765574342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/677075824765574342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-of-my-recent-projects.html' title='Some of my recent projects'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnK1zHX_xaI/AAAAAAAAADM/UBQ9s3Bqgx8/s72-c/IMG_1834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-1489399330742944748</id><published>2007-06-14T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:47:39.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>School's Out!</title><content type='html'>And now the bickering begins! Whew! They've not been out of school even an hour and I've had to send them to their rooms! Time for a schedule! The fact that my oldest DD has entered the wonderful world of pms doesn't help things either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you w/a picture of my cutie patootie youngest and what he was last studying at preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076024018633475474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnGo83X_xZI/AAAAAAAAADE/JHudOHRBVfc/s320/IMG_1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure I just can't lock 'em in a closet for the next 10 weeks? (just kidding!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-1489399330742944748?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1489399330742944748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=1489399330742944748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1489399330742944748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/1489399330742944748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/06/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RnGo83X_xZI/AAAAAAAAADE/JHudOHRBVfc/s72-c/IMG_1948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-6744064214645118001</id><published>2007-05-16T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:20:20.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>Has anyone seen Nemo?</title><content type='html'>We are having a "Finding Nemo" crisis here.  C brought me disc two of the two disc set (he's broken disc one finally) sometime yesterday, and now we can't find it anywhere.  He REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY infinity wants to watch it.  And we can't find it anywhere.  Not the disc two, not the copy we made to watch in the car, nothing.  He's been asking for this movie since yesterday morning, and it's getting ugly around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you find Nemo, let me know...asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-6744064214645118001?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6744064214645118001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=6744064214645118001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6744064214645118001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6744064214645118001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/05/has-anyone-seen-nemo.html' title='Has anyone seen Nemo?'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5070495802250837857</id><published>2007-05-14T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:29:21.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, yeah.  Catching up.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still here. Things are busy. Aren't they busy for you? I read an article recently in &lt;a href="http://www.dominomag.com/"&gt;Domino&lt;/a&gt; (at least I think it was Domino) about how we are ALL crazy busy, so quit complaining and thinking you are special. That was the gist of it. Made me think about my complaining about being busy like I was unique in the world about my busyiness. Not so, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have arrived safely. Spent some nice time w/my Mom this week while my Dad was in Portland for training. Now I'm gearing up for a busy week with 3 classes at Stampin' Cat, 2 school concerts (for two different children) a dress rehearsal for my own concert next week at church, as well as a Girls Camp Kick-off for me and DD on Saturday BEFORE two of my 3 classes. Plus my laundry is overflowing, despite the fact that I've been faithfully doing 1-2 loads daily ala &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net"&gt;Fly Lady&lt;/a&gt;. And I have some dishes left over from yesterday. DH did all the cooking and 95% of the dishes. These are some overflow dishes that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher, and I pretty much promised DH when we got married that he wouldn't have to wash dishes by hand if I could help it (since he hated it so, and it doesn't bother me). Plus I still have pound cake, fresh strawberries and real whipped cream I could have as a treat (if I wanted) when the dishes are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we take our first foray in to the world of Letterboxing. Kinda looking forward to it. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.letterboxing.org"&gt;http://www.letterboxing.org&lt;/a&gt; for more information. Should be fun for all! I want to get more active as a family, and this seems like a nice way to ease into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of getting active, I tried out my &lt;a href="http://deals.judysbook.com/deal/367958"&gt;Mother's Day shoes&lt;/a&gt; this morning and easily walked just over 2 and a quarter miles.  I've been barely making 2 miles, and suffering from some ankle pain from an old injury.  Not so today!  Lovely shoes, and I feel like such an athlete!  I'm gearing up for a 5K walk that our church will sponsor in August.  Plus I consider it my HBP medicine.  I started walking on Feburary 7th--barely making a mile and a half.  Now I'm easily doing 2.25 miles in the same time frame.  Plus I'm off my meds for high blood pressure and loving having more stamina.  I'd love to say that I'm melting away the pounds, but that's not so yet.  Probably has something to do with the chocolate I can't stop eating....I've got some strong opinions about the weight loss racket, but I'm saving that for another blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!  Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5070495802250837857?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5070495802250837857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5070495802250837857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5070495802250837857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5070495802250837857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/05/um-yeah-catching-up.html' title='Um, yeah.  Catching up.'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7564013301735398221</id><published>2007-05-01T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:36:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what 37 looks like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RjgRMo-k5PI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2QKuA2bRBGo/s1600-h/IMG_1568_ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059813090206737650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RjgRMo-k5PI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2QKuA2bRBGo/s320/IMG_1568_ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday to me! (April 30).  This is my fav. self portrait for my annual April shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-7564013301735398221?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7564013301735398221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7564013301735398221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7564013301735398221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7564013301735398221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-what-37-looks-like.html' title='This is what 37 looks like'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RjgRMo-k5PI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2QKuA2bRBGo/s72-c/IMG_1568_ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-705149332960917748</id><published>2007-04-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:00:01.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>My first tag in the blogosphere! I'm so excited! I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://lindseysscraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;, an online friend of mine who made it pretty far in the recent MMIdol contest (yay Linds!). So in my first official tag, I'm to come up with 7 random facts about me and then tag seven others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We've lived in our house in Albany for just over 4 years now. I'll be 37 later this month, and this is the longest span in my entire life where I've had the same address. Yep, about every two years I get a little restless. No, we have no plans to move anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was a contestant on "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" in April, 2000, during it's heyday, when it was on 4 nights a week (or something like that). Yes I met Regis Philbin, No, I didn't get into the "hot seat". We had a carryover contestant who took most of our air time. The only other guy who beat me in the practice rounds was in the chair when our filming time ended. He carried over. Statistically speaking, if we'd had the 4 "fastest finger" rounds that were considered "average" for the show, instead of 2, I'd have had a chance at it. Oh well. It was still a cool experience, and one that takes people by surprise when I tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was on the fencing team at my Junior College. I was the top female fencer on the team. I really loved it, and kinda wished I'd kept up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I graduated from highschool 6 weeks after I turned 17. I graduated from Jr. College 3 days BEFORE I turned 19. I ended up going to school for 8 years. I got my AAS, two BS degrees and 9/10ths of a master degree. We won't go into why I didn't finish my masters degree. It's still a little raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have 3 kids. Their ages are 12, 8, and 4. I like even numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was once a Mary Kay Sales Director. I lived in a pink bubble and loved it most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can sing in 5 languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay also added 7 random scrapbooking facts. I liked that idea, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I started my own online scrabooking store about 3 and a half years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I own more Basic Grey patterned paper than any other manufacturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was skeptical about how wonderful Bazzill cardstock was. Then I got some. Now I have a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I teach scrapbooking and papercrafting classes at &lt;a href="http://www.stampincat.com"&gt;Stampin Cat Studio&lt;/a&gt;. Lovin' that. I designed a year long series of classes this year called "Paper School" I give a "lecture" on some aspect of scrapbooking and then we make a mini-book using whatever technique or information I taught about. Coming up with 12 different, easy--yet somewhat challenging--MiniBooks that are chock full of products has been a little tricky. Still I really love working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been scrapbooking for about 11 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm unhappy when I don't get to work on something papercrafty 'cause my life is too busy at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to empower women through creativity. That's why I teach classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....who to tag.....let's try: &lt;a href="http://princess-tanya-is-in.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wilgeshouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mcdaddyofscrap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://m2them.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shell&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://karenburniston.typepad.com/"&gt;Karen B.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ndmomblessedbythesweetestlilgirleva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cami&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://brasilianexile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-705149332960917748?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/705149332960917748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=705149332960917748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/705149332960917748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/705149332960917748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-8256578858541585893</id><published>2007-04-18T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:07:17.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--The Other Side'/><title type='text'>I'm just going to quit making promises....</title><content type='html'>Every time I talk about blogging more, and making the &lt;em&gt;promise&lt;/em&gt; that I will blog more, I don't. So I'm going to quit making promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That business of my Dad's I referred to? It was a job interview. He got the job. I found out on Thursday last week. Spent a good part of Thursday and Friday looking at rental opportunities for my parents. Sunday got the assignment (which I gladfully took--wait--is "gladfully even a word? It is now!) to go check out the 2 houses they'd narrowed their search to. These houses are in Lebanon, OR, about a half hour away from where I live. So Monday I went to take pictures. Called 'em up and made my suggestion on which was the "better" house. (both houses are new, so really, it's all subjective). Monday night they asked for more pictures of the house that I suggested. I said gladfully--Sure! Tuesday morning I found out that my best friend dislocated her knee at the beginning of her exercise class and had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance Monday night. Could I watch her kids when she found out when her MRI appointment was? Sure! I said (still pretty gladfully, I mean, she is my best friend). Right after I drove through a raging hailstorm and rainstorm on I-5 to get to the house (which is exactly 30 minutes from my house) I get the call that her appointment was in 45 minutes. Um, Gulp! I rush in the house, take 126 pictures in about 15 minutes, realize that I'm not going to make it back in time to pick up the kids at my gf's house, and call to find out where I can get the kids. Make plans to meet them at the hospital. FLY down the freeway back to Albany, and arrive at the hospital just as Grandma is parking the car. GF is in hospital, kids are still in car. Whew! I made it! I keep them for the next 6 hours. Gladfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also busy with church meetings this week. Last night was my quarterly Women's group meeting. Tonight is a rehearsal for a special musical presentation I'm singing at. Tomorrow is a meeting for the yearly girls camp (I'm doing the Crafts w/another girlfriend). While I enjoy these activities, and believe in serving my church, I'm doing these things not so gladfully. I'm also teaching at &lt;a href="http://www.stampincat.com"&gt;Stampin' Cat&lt;/a&gt; this Saturday, which means I need to have my kits packed and ready, a spiffy color handout w/instructions and pictures (this is something I like to do), AND have the projects/samples done for NEXT month's classes.  I also have to get my "lecture" (this is for my year-long Paper School class) done.  Plus I'm late for two swaps.  This is why I don't often swap.  Sunday I go out of town for my yearly scrapbook retreat at Seaside, Oregon.  I LOVE this retreat, and I LOVE the gals I go with.  I really want to be organized though, and not haul all my scrapcrap w/me.  The last time I literally took just about everything I own, 'cause I didn't know what I was going to work on, and wanted to have options.  I only made one mini-album for my mom.  I used something like 6 pieces of patterned paper, and a set of stamps.  And for that I hauled EVERYTHING?  Not this time.  So that means along w/the service to my parents (gladfully done), service to my gf (also gladfully done), service to my church (mostly gladfully done, but less than the other), planning and executing my class, samples, and handouts (love this, I mean, after all it's my job and I'm good at it.  It just ALWAYS takes more time than I think it will), I have to go through my pictures and plan what I will actually use for my Sunday/Monday and Tuesday retreats.  If I didn't REALLY want to scrap, I'd just take a couple of books and plan to do nothing!  (quite &lt;em&gt;gladfully!,&lt;/em&gt; too, I might add).  And I didn't even mention the fact that I'm on "Baby Watch" for some fabulously dear friends having their first baby.  They've invited me to the delivery room to be Mom support.  (Her due date was last sunday, so it could be any day now.)  I LOVE that.  That I'll do VERY gladfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'm sure my busy life isn't much different from anyone else's busy life.  Just feels like a lot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep plugging away.  Gladfully.   And then it'll be next week, and something else will start the whole busy process again.  'Cause that's how it goes.  It just does.  And the best thing we can do is try our best to do the whole thing gladfully.  As my Mom likes to say,  "When you change your attitude, you change your circumstance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-8256578858541585893?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8256578858541585893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=8256578858541585893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8256578858541585893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8256578858541585893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-just-going-to-quit-making-promises.html' title='I&apos;m just going to quit making promises....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-8147883897005644889</id><published>2007-04-09T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:55:41.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Some Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RhqVNf5IGDI/AAAAAAAAACs/sVkYrQTcjlM/s1600-h/IMG_1228_lev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051513991181375538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RhqVNf5IGDI/AAAAAAAAACs/sVkYrQTcjlM/s320/IMG_1228_lev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me and my Dad. It was so great to see him, even if it only was for a couple of hours. Yes, Joel, H, and I are all wearing green. No, it wasn't planned, nor did we have our holidays mixed up. It was just one of those random family things.&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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051519024883046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RhqZyf5IGEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GTWFmHJwYbo/s320/IMG_1277_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my lovelies in their easter finery.  I had to laugh at myself when we got to church 'cause there was one other little boy in the EXACT same shirt and vest combination.  And then I found out that 2 more moms had purchased the same shirt and vest combo for their sons.  What can I say?  We all have excellent taste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11950089-8147883897005644889?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8147883897005644889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=8147883897005644889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8147883897005644889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8147883897005644889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RhqVNf5IGDI/AAAAAAAAACs/sVkYrQTcjlM/s72-c/IMG_1228_lev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-3713796816089068517</id><published>2007-04-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:07:51.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Sum Up</title><content type='html'>In the last couple of weeks I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survived a mostly stay at home Spring Break. I'll post pics later of some of our activities, which included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking care of 3 guinea pigs and 3 bunny rabbits, now forever known in our family as "The Wonderpets"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing "Night at the Museum" for the second time at the $1.50 movie theater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to Beverly Beach at the Oregon Coast with cousins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multiple Cousin Sleep-overs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nintendo Throwdown w/some of my kid's friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's more, but that's a good start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, my Dad showed up unannounced from Flagstaff, AZ on Sunday, April Fool's Day. He had some business in Portland, and just decided to drop by. My Dh and kids were perfecting their AFD jokes so when Joel said, "Your Dad's here!" I decided to prove that I wasn't so gullible and retorted, "No he's not! You're totally Lying!" which was immediately followed by, "Oh! Hi Dad!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also been developing some new classes for &lt;a href="http://www.stampincat.com/"&gt;Stampin' Cat&lt;/a&gt;. I'll show pics of those when they are downloaded as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've also had some pretty successful potty-training days. I'll spare you the gory details, but it sufficeth to say that C is turning four this sunday, and I totally expected that he'd be wearing diapers up until he started Kindergarten. Lots of fights, little interest. But not anymore! Tee-hee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April is my birthday month. I'll be taking my self-portrait this April like I've done the past 2 years. I'll also do another yearly portrait of my kids. Love April! I've set a goal to post more regularly in April as well--I won't say every day, but I will tell my loyal readers that things should be a little more interesting around here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-3713796816089068517?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/3713796816089068517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=3713796816089068517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3713796816089068517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/3713796816089068517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-me-sum-up.html' title='Let Me Sum Up'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5510733791972420879</id><published>2007-03-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:25:52.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Night...</title><content type='html'>I dreamed about &lt;a href="http://www.embers.typepad.com/e/"&gt;Emily Falconbridge&lt;/a&gt;. I've never met her, in person, but I've read about her all over the blogosphere, and I've seen her work in a number of places. She was trying to get to &lt;a href="http://www.aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali Edwards&lt;/a&gt;' house (who lives in Eugene, Oregon, about an hour south of where I live), and she was lost and getting a bit upset, and having the pregnant mommy ferocious hungries. She had her daughter with her. I got her some food, helped her find Ali's address, and even offered to babysit for her, telling her that it was okay that she leave her daughter with me, a total stranger, because we belonged to the same &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/welcome/0,6929,403-1,00.html"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;. She was fine with that. At that point the dream sorta morphed away, with Emily happily on her way, and me babysitting her daughter and feeling all happy to help out someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been reading too many blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5510733791972420879?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5510733791972420879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5510733791972420879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5510733791972420879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5510733791972420879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/03/other-night.html' title='The Other Night...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-6493236606035486882</id><published>2007-03-09T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:23:06.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair today, gone tomorrow</title><content type='html'>My hair is getting really long. I mean really, really, long. I haven't had my hair this long since the birth of my first child. I realized yesterday that I don't know how to have long hair anymore. Now for some backstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things on my master list of "Things to do before I die" was to grow out my bangs. I had bangs from the time I was ten years old or thereabouts. The exact timeline is fuzzy, but the fact remains that I had bangs for well over twenty years of my life. I longed for the luscious, free-flowing no bang look. The pull it back in a ponytail ease. The no need for curling to look good, thus avoiding the occasional curling iron burns on the forehead. But alas, every time my bangs got long enough to hit the corners of my eyes, or fly into my eyes when the windows were open as we drove along, I said "Enough!" and cut my bangs again. Finally, after my third child was born, I decided to let my bangs grow at least to my jawline, not matter what. If I couldn't stand them when they hit my jawline, if I hadn't adapted to liking them at all, I'd cut 'em again. But at least I would have grown them out enough to satisfy my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about three years later, I have no bangs. My hair is down to the middle of my back. I like it most days.  I cut it myself. Partly because I can and partly because I don't want to pay $30 to get an inch trimmed off then ends when they get all yucky. I'm kinda daring myself to see how long I can get it. Sorta of like the end of Thelma and Lousie when they drive off that cliff, I'm heading into the gray area between nice-looking long hair and hair that's just Too Long. I'm thinking of letting it go a few more inches and then donating it to Locks of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to my first paragraph: I no longer know how to have long hair. I don't style it. I don't even really own the battery of styling products I used to have. For a long time I didn't even have a hair dryer--I just let it air dry. The longer it got, the more of a problem this was. One Sunday morning, while facing the reality that I was going to church with wet hair and not being happy about it, I seriously considered using the reverse switch on my vacuum cleaner to dry my hair. Seriously. I ended up steaming it mostly dry with my flat iron. When I told this story to my best girlfriend as she dropped off her kids for a little service daycare, she laughed with me. And brought me a new hairdryer when she came back from her Dr's. appointment. And I was grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know how to have long hair anymore. I'm usually putting it up with a hand-carved wooden hairpick I bought at a craft show or it's in the universally acceptable pony tail (which Entertainment Weekly tells me is now "out", so I'm not sure if I should keep wearing one or just stick with my hairpick). When it's down it's in my way. It's hot and sweaty. It doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to is that I am craving change in my life. My hair is a metaphor. I love where I am and who I am but I'm ready to build on that and have something else. I'm subscribing to &lt;a href="http://www.dominomag.com/"&gt;Domino&lt;/a&gt; instead of &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/"&gt;Better Homes and Gardens&lt;/a&gt; (although I still sneak peeks at that one when I'm at the library).  I'm looking at short haircuts online.  I'm going to see how long my hair has to be before I donate it.  I'm walking close to two miles every day and looking to carve out time for a daily Pilates routine.  I'm going to bed earlier and sleeping better.  I'm actually having some success avoiding my much loved sugary/fatty foods.  I've been 99% caffeine free for about 3 weeks.  I want new CD's to listen to.  I'm ready to let go of all of the books I've been hoarding over the years (that's what the Library is for, isn't it!?) so that I can have less clutter around me.  I've done the initial purge of my closet and am ready for more.  I've given away the baby crib and most of my baby stuff.  I had a big clearance sale for all my local friends who wanted cheap scrapbooking supplies.  I'm learning all I can about photography so I can start that as another stream of income.  We are ripping out the dingy carpet in favor of new hardwood floors.  I bought the big Scotch ATG 714 tape gun to replace my beloved Tombow adhesive.  IKEA is coming to Portland this summer (which means it'll be about an hour and a half away instead of 4 hours!  Hooray!  My van has seats that fold flat!) and I am ready to chuck all my furniture and embrace a more Swedish way of life with funky cool stylish (but cheap!) things I can buy flat-packed and put together myself.  It's almost as if, at 36-almost-37-years-of-age I'm ready to grow up and have the confidence in myself to back that growing.  Going back to my word of the year:  I'm ready to DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for a change.  I'm just not sure how to bring it about.  Yet.  But the fact remains that I am DO-ing, and am ready to DO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-6493236606035486882?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6493236606035486882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=6493236606035486882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6493236606035486882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6493236606035486882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/03/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair today, gone tomorrow'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5177383085247133292</id><published>2007-03-02T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:54:39.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah....</title><content type='html'>Feeling rather blah blecky right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent out about 25 emails to all of my friends that like to scrap/papercraft to invite them to a super clearance sale (mostly I'm just SICK of looking at certain papers and stuff) clean my house (w/my hubby's late night help) and no one came. I also invited the same 25 people to come to a crop at my house tonight. These are the same people that have been asking about a crop for a long time now (I used to have them monthly, but people moved, had conflicts, etc., so I stopped). I think two people will show up tonight. I'm pretty much wallowing in self-pity right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing we cleaned up our Family Office (we don't have a family room, we have a family office) because DH is going to be ripping out the nasty carpet in our living room over the course of the next two weeks. This will culminate in the install of new hardwood floors in our main living area, the entry way, the eating area, and the kitchen. I'm very excited about this!  (the old carpet was truly nasty, and on days where the house was closed up for too long, made the house smell like a combination of old dirt and someone else's sweat.  Not pleasant).  All of the furniture (piano, antique German armoire {or der Schrank}, 10 ft couch, dining table, chairs, bookcases, tv, etc.) will have to be piled into the office area for a short time while the floor is installed.  The plan is for this to happen during spring break, when I'll take the kids and go away for about 5 days.  We bought enough flooring (at 97 cent a sq. ft, I might add) to hopefully do the office area too, but that will wait for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the blahs---after a couple weeks of C working hard to get negative attention (and he does get PLENTY of positive attention, so we aren't sure where this mischievous, PITA streak is coming from ) I was really looking forward to some fun with my friends.  I was really hoping to move some of this scrapbooking stuff!  Ah well, you've heard the sayings of "the best laid plans...." and what night.  When I set this up, I wanted it to be something fun for my friends---I don't want anyone to feel obligated to come.  I can't have it both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, if you want some Bazzill and SEI buttons for $1.00, or some Urban Lily or Pixel Decor papers for 25 cents a sheet, or a few Bazzill Mono Mini Albums for $1.00, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5177383085247133292?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5177383085247133292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5177383085247133292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5177383085247133292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5177383085247133292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/03/blah.html' title='Blah....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-6629113288311303603</id><published>2007-02-16T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:53:47.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Monkey Stamp</title><content type='html'>The monkey stamp is made by &lt;a href="http://rubbersoul.com"&gt;Rubber Soul&lt;/a&gt;. I have the "Monkey Birthday" clear set (so I can make "Monkeyed Around and Missed the Date" belated birthday cards) which I found online &lt;a href="http://www.addictedtorubberstamps.com/ProductDetail?SKU=6-758-602933"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, I bought mine at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com"&gt;Stampin' Cat&lt;/a&gt;.  After years of resisting the lure of stamps, I was quickly sucked back in.  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-6629113288311303603?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6629113288311303603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=6629113288311303603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6629113288311303603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/6629113288311303603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-monkey-stamp.html' title='Love Monkey Stamp'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-913987302806989900</id><published>2007-02-15T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:30:50.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to simple Love Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RdShtfGmLpI/AAAAAAAAACI/mLiF1ETgu4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031824486495039122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RdShtfGmLpI/AAAAAAAAACI/mLiF1ETgu4Y/s320/IMG_0551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to make my children's Valentine's cards each year. This year, I only have one in elementary school, and I sort of forgot that V-Day was coming up. I remembered in the nick of time and made these at about 7:00 the night before. YAY for simple! (and lovin' the fact that 8yo boys really aren't that picky....at least mine isn't....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having so much fun that I decided to make some Love Monkey Valentines as well. Last year, I decided at the last minute to have a Valentine's Day potluck dinner with some of my friends and their families. We all had small children, and it was a school night, so there was no going out. This year we decided to make it a tradition. Again, it was a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031829163714424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RdSl9vGmLqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7jLJ4wBXSA/s320/IMG_0592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope that you enjoyed your Valentine's Day.  Have a Love Monkey on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-913987302806989900?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/913987302806989900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=913987302806989900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/913987302806989900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/913987302806989900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/02/heres-to-simple-love-monkeys.html' title='Here&apos;s to simple Love Monkeys'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RdShtfGmLpI/AAAAAAAAACI/mLiF1ETgu4Y/s72-c/IMG_0551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-4205215871369249766</id><published>2007-02-12T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:41:46.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on blogging and witty cleverness</title><content type='html'>I had the grandest of plans for my blog in this new year.  I would be witty, clever, wise and entertaining.  People would flock to my blog in droves and put links to my blog all over the 'Net.  Ah well.  Such is the realites of life.  When I have time to blog, all I can think to write are the more banal details of my life.  Things like:  "Today I did the dishes.  Again.  And changed diapers.  Again.  And went to McD's/BK for french fries for my 3 yo who won't eat much else.   Again.  And.....yadda yadda yadda.  Just not very interesting, I'm afraid.  My life revolves around being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say that there aren't some amazing moments about being a Mom.  Like when your nearly teenage daughter comes to you for hugs and wants to just talk about her life.  Or when your 8yo reads to you instead of the other way around.  Or when your 3 year old's whole world lights up just because you walked in the door.  When only Mommy will make things better and restore justice and balance to the universe.   When your three year old who has struggled with expressive language for more than a year suddenly starts talking out of the blue and you understand what he is saying and can acutally have a conversation about things that are important to three year olds.  When your twelve year old daughter &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you to arrange it so she can dance with the boy she has a crush on at the church "Let's learn to Swing Dance" youth activity.  When everything is mostly picked up and quiet and peaceful and happy.  When you are playing games and laughing and creating family inside jokes. Those are good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are they clever and witty enough for a blog?  Does that even matter?  My blog first and foremost should be for me, right?  I'm learning that just taking the time to write, to write anything really, helps me grow and practice my skills and to remember the moments that were breathtaking, frustrating, infuriating, tiring, beautiful, precious and wonderful.  Just writing something can make a difference somewhere, somewhen.  Writing something simply has to be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-4205215871369249766?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4205215871369249766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=4205215871369249766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4205215871369249766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/4205215871369249766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-blogging-and-witty-cleverness.html' title='on blogging and witty cleverness'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-8679888598115309875</id><published>2007-02-06T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:41:46.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RcivCqkJBEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9fC35QuMZM/s1600-h/IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028461444279632962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RcivCqkJBEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9fC35QuMZM/s320/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember my post last November about "the Busy Season"?  Well, here is a layout from that day.  (And, as soon as I change some settings, I'll link you to that post....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&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/11950089-8679888598115309875?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8679888598115309875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=8679888598115309875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8679888598115309875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8679888598115309875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/02/layout.html' title='A Layout'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RcivCqkJBEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9fC35QuMZM/s72-c/IMG_0474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-265156999843297876</id><published>2007-01-29T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:29:59.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some new pictures from the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rb6BPpP-e4I/AAAAAAAAABM/123mKERILtA/s1600-h/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025596339962936194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rb6BPpP-e4I/AAAAAAAAABM/123mKERILtA/s320/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025597087287245714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rb6B7JP-e5I/AAAAAAAAABU/_qE9ndECgxI/s320/IMG_0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025597787366914978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rb6Cj5P-e6I/AAAAAAAAABc/ga-bYi9cnDg/s320/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025598311352925106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rb6DCZP-e7I/AAAAAAAAABk/qmjMIBjLlfs/s320/IMG_0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing around w/my new camera and the 50mm 1.8 lens.....I took 195 pictures in about an hour.  What a burst feature this camera has!  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-265156999843297876?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/265156999843297876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=265156999843297876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/265156999843297876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/265156999843297876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-new-pictures-from-park.html' title='some new pictures from the park'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/Rb6BPpP-e4I/AAAAAAAAABM/123mKERILtA/s72-c/IMG_0277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-9132775911343493062</id><published>2007-01-21T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:32:57.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Kits for Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RbRYi5P-e0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/esaEfltEr08/s1600-h/2006-12+(Dec)+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022736840931572546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RbRYi5P-e0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/esaEfltEr08/s320/2006-12+(Dec)+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022737876018690898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RbRZfJP-e1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/c2qihtZty4I/s320/2006-12+(Dec)+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022738120831826786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RbRZtZP-e2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7q-rBlVlGik/s320/2006-12+(Dec)+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022738417184570226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RbRZ-pP-e3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HW5s5UI1OSw/s320/2006-12+(Dec)+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If anyone out there would like a kit for my "A Year in the Life Mini Book," please leave a comment and let me know. Kits include a handmade blank mini book (16 pages, made with Bazzill), 8 6"x12" sheets of patterned paper (the black and white Junkitz paper), 15 inches of ribbon, a "graphics sheet" of pre-printed titles and such, a customized Dymo Label saying "The ___ Family", and a VERY detailed instruction sheet (with pictures! and sketches!). Cost is $10.00 plus actual shipping. I don't have a large corner rounder right now, so the corners of your books won't be rounded. Sorry. I take paypal at &lt;a href="mailto:DianneKNelson@yahoo.com"&gt;DianneKNelson@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. {These are only a few of the pages in the album.} &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dianne&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/11950089-9132775911343493062?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/9132775911343493062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=9132775911343493062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/9132775911343493062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/9132775911343493062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/01/kits.html' title='Kits for Sale!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/RbRYi5P-e0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/esaEfltEr08/s72-c/2006-12+(Dec)+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-5565638714968866265</id><published>2007-01-19T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:18:07.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--TOS'/><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>So I can't really think of anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy today preparing for my classes at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com"&gt;Stampin'Cat&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday. Seems like I'm crazybuzy....I need to create a couple of more handouts, and finish two mini-albums for my Feburary Paper School class. And when I mean finish, well, one of them isn't really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this fallacy that when I was a stay-at-home-mom, I'd have all of this time. I'd have a clean house. I'd have time for my hobbies. I'd have time to work out every day. I'd take lots of naps because I had all of this free time. Well, I've been a SAHM (well, 'cause of the &lt;a href="http://thecardstockqueen.com/shop"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt; more of a Work-at-home-mom) for about four years now, and I've yet to see much of this elusive free time. I know I'm not the only woman in this situation either. Where did all of the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I know that a lot of my time has been slowly chewed up by lots of volunteer work. I work with the youth group at &lt;a href="http://lds.org"&gt;Church&lt;/a&gt; specfically the 14 and 15 yo girls. This takes the bulk of my Thursday nights and some of my Sunday as well. Plus there are various planning/presidency/organizing meetings scattered here and there. And quarterly, I chaperone a youth dance. And now I'm helping out with the annual summer Girls Camp, so that's another meeting. I do a lot with my church. I lead choirs, sing, help out whereever I'm needed. It's all good work, but it does take a lot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also on the design team for the &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ScrappersChallenge/?yguid=159699373"&gt;ScrappersChallenge&lt;/a&gt; yahoo group. This is a very large group that will be moving to it's own website in the next few months. While I am thrilled with this honer, it does come with specific responsibilities, like writing articles and working with monthly kits, and so forth. I moderate or help moderate a couple of other scrapbooking groups, specifically &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ScrapbookTalk/"&gt;ScrapbookTalk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/ScrappingReflections/_homepage.msnw&amp;amp;pps=k"&gt;ScrappingReflections&lt;/a&gt;. More time. Small bits of time here and there can add up to a lot at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also teach 3-4 classes a month for Stampin' Cat. I'm learning that this realistically needs 10-15 hrs a month prep time, as well as the 6-8 hours of teaching, as each class is 2 hours each. Plus the store is about 25 minutes away from my house, one way, so if I am dropping off samples, etc., that's an hour of drive time alone. If you total it all up, that's about twenty to twenty-five hours each month or 4-5 hours each week of work (or with me, it's 10 hours of prep time the week of my classes or about 15 hours that one week 'cause I didn't spread out my work) not counting any drive time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of drive time, my youngest ds has been diagnosed with a Speech Communication Disorder. This is really not much more than a fancy way of saying, "he's a little behind in his speech." Not enough to be very worrisome (especially when you are looking at the long run of things) but enough to qualify for free preschool through the county (Yes! A nice side benefit of paying taxes). Well, his preschool is 25 minutes away from my house as well (the OTHER direction, so not really easy to combine trips) so every Tuesday and Thursday, I get to spend an hour in the car dropping him off. He takes the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in a little volunteer work teaching music at the elementary school (I'm teaching one Kindergarten class this year), driving for taekwondo classes, scouts, grocery shopping, library trips, and so on, and then add on the demands of keeping house for and feeding five people, and you can see where the time goes. It's also important to me to have time for myself, for reading and scripture study. And for naps. Naps are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does your time go? Personally I hate the phrase &lt;em&gt;"waste time." &lt;/em&gt;Time is too precious to waste. Sometimes we spend it too frivolously as well. I think as part of my challenge to "DO" this year, I'm going to pay attention to how I am spending my time. Maybe through careful budgeting, I can find some more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-5565638714968866265?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5565638714968866265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=5565638714968866265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5565638714968866265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/5565638714968866265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-7599784072521796302</id><published>2007-01-13T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:06:41.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought of a few more....</title><content type='html'>DO take more pictures&lt;br /&gt;DO make financial decisions from a place of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;DO improve my relationship with my Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;DO send handmade birthday cards to my family and extended family and friends&lt;br /&gt;DO sleep when I'm tired and give my body the rest it needs&lt;br /&gt;DO spend less time on the computer&lt;br /&gt;DO sew more and beautify my home&lt;br /&gt;DO support my friends and their hobbies and interests&lt;br /&gt;DO start some kind of "girlfriends" club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-7599784072521796302?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7599784072521796302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=7599784072521796302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7599784072521796302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/7599784072521796302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-thought-of-few-more.html' title='I thought of a few more....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-8759657168706768400</id><published>2007-01-09T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:55:37.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on life--TOS'/><title type='text'>Do</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt; challenged the world at large to think of a word to sum up their year.  She talked about how her last year's word was "play" and how it really blessed her life last year, and that this year, she was going for "peace."  She's expecting us to have layouts and stuff talking about our word.  I don't have a layout yet, but I do have a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started first thinking about things like "balance," "action," "self," and things like that, to go with my resolution for self-improvement this year.  For awhile, I was seriously considering "wisdom," since I want many of my choices this year to come from a place of wisdom.  Finally, I decided on "Do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do" is a very good word.  It can be used to give permission, like "&lt;strong&gt;Do &lt;/strong&gt;enjoy some refreshments."  It can be almost a command, like in Nike's famous "Just &lt;strong&gt;Do&lt;/strong&gt; It" ad campaign.  It can be an action word--"What do you &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;?"  "Go &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; something!"  For me, as my &lt;em&gt;word of the year&lt;/em&gt; it's a frame of mind, a motivation.  What it boils down to is this:  I want to DO things I have previously only talked about doing.  I want to stop talking about things.  I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do start a lifelong exercise program&lt;br /&gt;Do learn new skills&lt;br /&gt;Do pursue my scrapbooking goals&lt;br /&gt;Do yell at my children less&lt;br /&gt;Do take them more places&lt;br /&gt;Do make food choices from a place of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Do love my hubby more&lt;br /&gt;Do work for long-held goals&lt;br /&gt;Do start writing stories and books and essays&lt;br /&gt;Do have more regular blog posts&lt;br /&gt;Do sleep more&lt;br /&gt;Do keep a tidier house&lt;br /&gt;Do remember the wonder of it all&lt;br /&gt;Do put action behind my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of my readers will give themselves a wonderful new year.  With permission to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-8759657168706768400?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8759657168706768400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=8759657168706768400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8759657168706768400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/8759657168706768400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2007/01/do.html' title='Do'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116711513094682778</id><published>2006-12-25T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:38:50.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Nelsons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2982/990/1600/229289/118064182-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2982/990/320/649214/118064182-O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole lot of us! This was taken by Chris Becerra of &lt;a href="http://becerraphotography.com"&gt;Becerra Photography&lt;/a&gt;.  You can see the rest of the shots there.  We are just behind my father-in-law.  My son is in the blue shirt, sitting on my knee, my daughter behind me to the right, and my DH is holding my squirmy 3yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116711513094682778?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116711513094682778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116711513094682778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116711513094682778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116711513094682778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/12/meet-nelsons.html' title='Meet the Nelsons!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116691493068724041</id><published>2006-12-23T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:11:49.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I should be working but....</title><content type='html'>I'm overwhelmed and tired. I looked at the calendar, and in the 23 days of December we have had so far, I've been home in the evenings with nothing to do a total of 3 days. Yep, just three. The days have been packed with work and cleaning and cooking and planning and errand running and the gestalt of my daily life. So that now, when I finally have a bit of a free day (yes, we have somewhere to be tonight---we are having a Nelson Family Caroling night to cap off the 50th Event) I don't know where to start, and more importantly, I DON'T WANT TO! I just want to have a day to sit and breath and delete the 800 or so emails I've been ignoring for the past 23 days. I'm not ready for Christmas to be here. I need more time. This is why I don't even try to send out Christmas cards or to make any kind of meaningful Christmas gifts. There just isn't time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side--we spent the day at &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.org/"&gt;OMSI&lt;/a&gt; yesterday seeing the huge Star Wars exhibit and it was SO FREEAKING COOL! I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and I'm not even a Star Wars Geek by any stretch of the imagination. This was a two-level, ginormous exhibit with actual costumes and props and models used in the movies, as well as interactive, hand-on science displays to explain and allow the kids to play with the science prinicples behind some of the movie's technology (like air scooters and maglev hover cars, etc) and an interactive movie showing what's being done with robotics today and big cut outs for pictures and a lot more. Even my three-year-old had a good time! (Just for further information, we took Joel's brother and family who were visiting from Utah for the Event). We also saw the new Planetarium show "Black Holes" If anyone reading this blog can get to the OMSI Star Wars event before it leaves in January, GO NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work. I have to make some treats for my girls at church tomorrow, as well as write each of them a Christmas card, make some bracelets for gifts, and get things cleaned up some more so we can go caroling. I also am singing for tomorrow's service, so I need to make sure I'm ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care all....and may your Christmas, in your galaxy far, far away, be a Merry one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116691493068724041?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116691493068724041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116691493068724041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116691493068724041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116691493068724041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-should-be-working-but.html' title='So I should be working but....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116655013655327437</id><published>2006-12-19T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:42:16.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know....</title><content type='html'>I have so many blog posts running around in my head!  However, we are smack dab in the whirlwind of Joel's parents 50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration.  I have to word it like that, because it's turning into a week long event.  ALL of Joel's NINE siblings are in town, with their kids.  We had a family evening last night with about 50 people.  That's just the immediate family folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's busy busy busy busy busy....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116655013655327437?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116655013655327437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116655013655327437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116655013655327437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116655013655327437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116551627149321519</id><published>2006-12-07T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:31:11.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://enchantment.bluesqstudios.com/jobs/eom/October%202006.htm"&gt;http://enchantment.bluesqstudios.com/jobs/eom/October%202006.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to him!  WOOT WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116551627149321519?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116551627149321519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116551627149321519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116551627149321519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116551627149321519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-out-my-brother.html' title='Check out my Brother!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116405272758502208</id><published>2006-11-20T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:58:47.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie....</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say that I was still here!  The craft bazaar went well, and I had a good time.  I didn't sell as many bracelets as I expected to, but it was still good, and I met my sales goal.  Plus I was able to barter for some fun stuff for me and some gifties for the boys.  We've pretty much decided on bunk beds for the boys for Cmas.  Not your most exciting gift, but when it'll free up lots of space for play and role-play, and make it easier to keep your room clean, it's a good thing.  Plus all H really wants for Cmas is some gamecube games.  He's pretty easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was planning to attack the apples that are still waiting to be made into applesauce.  I still may, but for the morning, I am reveling in the quiet.  C slept in, so I had NO RESPONSIBILITIES for about an hour.  That was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very very very very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nice!  It's a good mental health break for me.  I haven't decided if I will laze about all day or go run errands or attack the apples after all.  All I know is that it's good to relax, good to not feel like I am neglecting something good for the something I have to take care of right then.  I am reveling in the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation, it's a good thing.  And that's the other side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116405272758502208?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116405272758502208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116405272758502208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116405272758502208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116405272758502208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-quickie.html' title='Just a quickie....'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116352614454700966</id><published>2006-11-14T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:45:19.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busy Season</title><content type='html'>I am smack-dab in the middle of my busy season. Everything seems to happen about this time of the year. I am rehearsing for the big Christmas concert our church puts on for the community (I also am the assistant director and usually I have a solo somewhere in the production), we have the usual family demands on our time, and I am also participating in a couple of Christmas Craft Bazaars in hopes of raising a little extra holiday cash. Last year, I finished my busy season and went "Whew! I survived!" but it was obvious that I needed to let something go for next year--I lucked out and didn't have to teach music at the elementary school this year, since they hired a music teacher and no longer needed the squadron of "Music Moms." Then my son turned eight and started the Scouting program at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I was not ready for. Now I have taekwondo on Mondays, preschool for C on Tuesdays and Thursdays (it's a county preschool to help him catch up w/his speech; he rides the bus home and arrives about 4:30 in the afternoon), church youth group on Wednesdays, Scouts on Thursdays (also at 4:30---that's interesting!) TKD on Fridays and Saturday mornings (when we remember to go). Everything happens in the afternoons. It's chaotic and requires a lot of juggling. At the same time, we are working on finishing homework, household chores (I believe that children need to learn the value of taking care of our home together), and instrument practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we did last Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45--leave for TKD school to prepare for the Veteran's Day parade (Albany has the largest in the nation...)&lt;br /&gt;9:00--get J to school so she can go through their forms for the parade&lt;br /&gt;9:30--get J to the TKD parade slot; get H to the Cub Scout parade float&lt;br /&gt;10:00--realize that I'm parked in a parade float slot and need to move my car to the end of the parade, about two miles away.&lt;br /&gt;10:15--get a decent parking spot, and find a corner to see the parade in. Of course, it's on the edges of a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;10:30--still waiting for the parade to start---it's not long now! But it's raining hard--really hard. Hopefully the kids plastic ponchos are doing their job.   I am now standing in a puddle.  Good thing I brought my umbrella!  Everything on me is pretty dry and warm.  The more it rains, the more I tell myself, "After what our Veteran's went through so I could have my freedoms, the least I can do is stand in a puddle!"  The parade is really great, and I am filled with emotion and gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;12:00--saw both kids, and walked the six blocks or so to the end of the parade route to catch H (who was ahead of J) and wait for J to finish. Both kids are cold, tired, and wet. We realize that most of the cars that brought the TKD kids to the beginning of the route are still there, two miles away. I pick up a couple of extra kids, and drive to a nearby park to meet Joel w/C so that he can go work "guest services" at the OSU basketball games that day. Joel is late, traffic is weird because many streets are closed off, pedestrians are everywhere, and police are directing traffic. It's a bit stressful.&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm--head back to the TKD school for pizza&lt;br /&gt;1:45--go to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;2:15--back home. We are all exhausted. All but H head for short naps. We have to be in Corvallis for a nephew's baptism at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;3:30--everyone gets awakened and changed into church clothes.&lt;br /&gt;4:08--we arrive in Corvallis, things have started, but we haven't missed the good parts. C thinks it's playtime and wants to run all around the church.&lt;br /&gt;5:00--head to Aunt Kathy's for light supper and cousin playtime.&lt;br /&gt;5:45--leave to go to Office Max to get labels for the newly planned 50th anniversary celebration invitation stuffing and mailing party planned for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;6:00--head back to Albany to pick up pizza for the missionaries. I signed up to feed the missionaries not realizing that no one would be home. Good thing they like pizza!&lt;br /&gt;6:25--pick up pizza. Had to take a detour because the highway home was closed by the cops. Flashing lights and flares are everywhere. I still don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;6:35--drop off pizza&lt;br /&gt;6:45--go home and collapse. After about 30 minutes, I realize that nothing has been picked up for a couple of days. I change my clothes and start picking up, doing the dishes, etc., and wait for Aunt Kathy to call to tell me that it's time to meet her halfway to get H and J. I also start chicken and broth/stock for the crockpot potluck during the envelope/invitation stuffing for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;8:00--Uncle Mike drops off the kids on his way back home to Vancouver. I put them to work picking up their piles I've made during my picking up.&lt;br /&gt;9:40--Joel is home from working the games. He's been on his feet for the past 8 hours, and he's beat. The kids head for bed. Joel and I have a little couple time and watch the CSI we taped last week.&lt;br /&gt;11:00--Joel heads to bed and to move H to his room. I stay up to finish dishes and stuff so we don't have to wake up Sunday morning to a huge mess.&lt;br /&gt;11:30--I head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the busy season. This week I am pulling out all the stops to get a sizable amount of products to sell at the School Yule Craft Bazaar at the elementary school. Then it's Thanksgiving. Then another, much larger, county craft bazaar. That weekend is also J's 12th birthday. Then it's the church Christmas Concert. Then our anniversary and J's Cmas band concert. Then a Cmas party for the scouts. I still have church youth group each week as well. Then school gets out. Then we have the 50th Anniversary party for Joel's parents. This party will be HUGE. Then Christmas. Funny how you look forward to Christmas day because it's the first real break you get for months! We are thinking of going away and disappearing for about a week to catch our breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the busy season. And it's not going anywhere. I just have to press on and go through it. And get to the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116352614454700966?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116352614454700966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116352614454700966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116352614454700966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116352614454700966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/11/busy-season.html' title='The Busy Season'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116292230658358646</id><published>2006-11-07T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:08:14.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining, It's pouring</title><content type='html'>It's a wet, wet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that rain in Oregon, especially in the Willamette River Valley, isn't a big surprise. If anything, it's more surprising to find out that it really doesn't rain all the time. But this is what we soggy Oregonians call "real rain." Where you are gently pummeled with raindrops and soaked within seconds. Where it literally rains non-stop for more than twenty four hours. The ground cannot keep up with the deluge and gives up. Many of the drains on the intersections and roads also cannot keep up with the run-off, and they quit trying to pull it away, leaving mysterious looking bodies of water where there was none just a few hours before. Puddles become ponds, and ponds become lakes. People who normally bike to work decide that staying dry is more important than making a statement and crawl into the cars that they normally leave behind. Elementary kids pull on rubber boots instead of their normal shoes. By the end of the day, they've waded through puddles so deep that their boots collect as much water as they deflect, deafeating their purpose. College kids decide that their usual cargo shorts are fine because they'll dry faster, and head out into the constant sheet of water. Umbrellas are everywhere; coats are optional. When it rains this much, it gets very warm anyway, so no one is cold; we are just all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frogs come out when it's this wet and warm. Their chorus is an added complement to the constant tumbling sound of the rain. I always feel bad for the bugs and other fauna that come out to play in the warm rain because I know that the cold weather isn't too far off. In fact, we've already had our first frost. About ten days or so, we had temperatures that dipped into the 30's during the night. I had to scrape the windshield more than once. (How I long for the day when I can park the car in the garage.....especially when it's this wet outside...but that's another story). Bright and sunny and cold! That was the precursor to all of this wet but warm weather. Just as this warm, thick, wet rain is the precursor to the winter rains. Winter rains are cold, needle sharp and relentless. Worse than these warm rains, even if there is less water being dumped on our heads. No one go anywhere if they can help it. Often there is black ice on the roads. It's a dangerous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll take the puddles and ponds. And the frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116292230658358646?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116292230658358646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116292230658358646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116292230658358646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116292230658358646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s Raining, It&apos;s pouring'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116231883831385775</id><published>2006-10-31T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:04:00.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/1600/HPIM4448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/HPIM4448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you enjoy a Happy and safe Halloween today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated and somewhat funny note: My brother celebrated his 34th birthday yesterday, and I am officially 36 and a 1/2. We are exactly two and a half years apart to the day. For a long time, we'd get half-birthday presents on each other's birthday. Until the rest of the sibs came along and that wasn't really practical anymore. It was still a lot of fun, and makes each of our birthdays a little more special to us---like we are sharing a private joke or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny part: Last year, when I designed my planners, I ended the month of October on the 30th. Left off Halloween completely. In my mind, my brother's birthday was the most important holiday in October. I must have made about 40 planners last year and never caught the mistake. AND NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT IT EITHER. I noticed it when I redid the planner master file for this year's planners. Now this may not be funny to you, but it made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! The pumpkin above was designed by H. and executed by Mom. This variety was grown by my in-laws, and is called "Big Mac." Easiest carving pumpkin I have EVER done. Start to finish, it took about 15 minutes. I totally saved seeds to grow our own next year. Most of the time I HATE pumpkin carving. This year it was quite pleasant. Here's J's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/HPIM4446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both pumpkins will be greeting any trick or treaters brave and bold enough to venture down to the end of our dark street where we have mostly retired couples who ignore Halloween. (Although our lovely widowed neighbor, Neighbor Jane, did get some special Halloween gifties specifically for our kids on our first Halloween in this house, since we were the only children on our street. Of course, that was the year Halloween fell on a Sunday, and we didn't go trick or treating. She was all ready for us, and we didn't show up. I felt a little bad about that, but also thought it was cool that she went to that much trouble for my kids. It worked itself out, and good feelings were shared by all)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116231883831385775?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116231883831385775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116231883831385775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116231883831385775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116231883831385775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/10/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116163414114422029</id><published>2006-10-23T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:09:01.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retraining myself</title><content type='html'>So when I was younger and living at home, I did a lot of house work. Felt like I did all the housework, but I know that can't possibly be right. It's just my child-size memory. So when I lived away from home, I did as little as possible. Lived in cafeteria dorms, cleaned only when necessary--and often had roommates who would clean before I got there. When I got married, we were so busy with school and jobs and then children and school and jobs that the household tasks got put off for later. And then that became a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am basically a SAHM. My website is slow to nothing, so I don't have to worry about inventory or shipping very often. I teach classes at &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com"&gt;Stampin Cat&lt;/a&gt; once or twice a month, so while I do have to work creating and prepping the class, it's not nearly the workload graduate school while working while dealing with an infant is. Yet I still put everything off, and then try to do as much as I can in a mad rush before DH gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting the &lt;a href="http://flylady.net"&gt;Fly Lady&lt;/a&gt; emails for years now, and usually I just delete most of them 'cause I'm not really following her "zones" or "missions", just trying to come up with a daily routine I can stick to.  One thing I have had success with is her use of a timer, with the mantra, "I can do anything for 15 minutes!"  She feels like we can make ourselves do even the most distasteful tasks for 15 minutes and then we are at least that much more ahead.  My average time unloading the dishwasher:  6 minutes.  Loading it?  Another 6 or so.  Yet I can leave the sink full of dishes ALL DAY LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now into the holidays, I am retraining myself.  I've gotten pretty good at emptying the sink and running the dishwasher before I go to bed at night, and doing a couple of loads of laundry each day--leaving the washing machine empty and ready for a new load in the morning.  And our bathrooms are being cleaned weekly.  The kitchen floor is swept and swiffered regularly as well.  And I do like my purple FlyLady feather duster and I use it weekly as well.  The thing is, I'm still putting these chores off until the last minute.  With the exception of the laundry, I usually do these things late at night right before I go to bed, and I fret all day about needing to get them done.  My goal:  do them first.  Do the dishes right after we are done eating, if I can.  Sweep and Dust and Vacuum in the mornings.  Give myself play time w/o the guilt.  Retraining those habits of putting it off until later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I like about Flylady?  Her belief that "you are never behind."  You just keep going.  Start right where you are, and don't beat yourself up over what you messed up on.  So even if I am not successful at this right away, it doesn't matter if I keep trying and making the effort.  At least things will be neater around here--improving my peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116163414114422029?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116163414114422029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116163414114422029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116163414114422029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116163414114422029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/10/retraining-myself.html' title='Retraining myself'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116111781512809674</id><published>2006-10-17T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:43:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I've been up to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/1600/bracelet%20collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/bracelet%20collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing two different craft bazaars this holiday season. And while I did pretty well selling cards and planners last year, this year, I wanted to expand my offerings a bit. So I decided to make a bunch of bracelets.  I started doing this about a year ago, and have been learning so much about it!  What kind of beads are best, where to buy good deals, and the pain of inferior crimp beads and crimping tools.  I've also found this to be very therapeutic.  And I can do it sitting on the couch--something I've yet to be successful at while scrapbooking!  I'll be selling these for $15 each.  If you see something you want, and don't live near enough to make it to the craft bazaar, let me know and we can work something out!  There are a variety of materials--crystal beads from Austria, Swarovski crystals, sterling beads, pewter beads, glass beads, and the like.  It's all mixed together.  Some also have semi-precious stones like rose quartz, alexandrite, and tiger eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the sparkles!  I know I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116111781512809674?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116111781512809674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116111781512809674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116111781512809674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116111781512809674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/10/look-what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='Look what I&apos;ve been up to!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-116089610465259881</id><published>2006-10-14T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:08:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!  An updated blog!</title><content type='html'>I know I've been away for awhile.  It's been pretty hectic.  First my Grandma died.  Then we had family alight in our little spot of Oregon.  Then we had the funeral.  Then I found out it was my cousin's birthday the day after the funeral, and since he was staying with us, and wasn't heading home right away (he lives in Seattle) we just had to celebrate his birthday.  Then it was Henry's birthday.  Then he got baptized (in our church, children are baptized when they are eight years old, because at that point they should know right from wrong and can take responsibility for themselves).  Then we had a surprise party for him.  (we told him we weren't having a birthday party because Dad made a mistake with the budget.  He totally bought the story, and then proceeded to tell EVERYONE that he wasn't having a birthday party because Dad "messed up our money."  When he told the new principal {in my presence} I just about died of embarrassment.  That'll teach me to tell lies!)  And before I knew it, a month had flown by. I was in somewhat of a "high stress" mode, where anything NOT crucial to surviving the day and accomplishing the most basic and important of tasks didn't get done.  My life ran me over, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all the business, I realized that I lived with or near my Grandmother for as long as I lived at home with my parents.  I really miss her.  I truly believe she's gone to a better place, and I don't really have any regrets about how I spent my time with her.  She knew that I loved and cherished her.  I got to serve her until the end of her life.  I just wish we could hang out again, that she could be one of my grown up friends and we could talk and be as equals together.  It's a good thing that I believe in the next life, because I fully plan on taking advantage of that.  So along w/the chores of my life, I had to give myself time to really grieve for my grandmother--to do the grieving I didn't have time to do during the funeral preparations and the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent some time watching the Terri Irwin/Ray Martin interview.  (Google it if you want to see it--it's about an hour though, so be warned).  I watched it about 3 times.  I was struck by a couple of things she said.  The first, when questioned about their "love at first site" between her and Steve, she agreed that it was corny, but that it was absolutely true.  She also said that she had a fairy tale adventure life.  And then she said the statement that will stay with me forever,  "I knew it &lt;em&gt;while I lived it."&lt;/em&gt;  She elaborated that she wasn't just looking at the past through rose-colored glasses, but that she truly loved every day of her life with her Croc Hunter husband and her family, and that she understood the magic of it all as it happened around her.  The other thing she said that will stay with me was "you have to be thankful for what you can."  She told about how her family wasn't with Steve when he died because there wasn't room for both the film crew and the family on the boat and how grateful she was that the children didn't have to watch their father die.  She also talked about how Steve always thought he'd die young--either in a car accident or falling out of a tree or something like that, and how she wished that he would have been around for ten more years--for the children's sake.  And then she said how grateful she was that it wasn't ten &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; years.  Be thankful for the things you can be thankful for.  Recognize the magic while you live it.  What a great lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been in the moment and missed the magic?  I think that's why I blog and I scrapbook.  I want to remeber the small magical fairy tale adventures you find in every day.  And when I'm having a day covered in the less magical parental chores of diaper changing and cleaning up vomit, I tell myself how quickly this time with them will go.  How quickly they will grow up.  My daughter will be twelve in about six weeks.  Joel and I realized that her time at home with us is growing shorter every day.  Most of her time with us as a child is already spent.  My baby is really more of a little boy--and we probably won't have another one.  Usually by now in our family cycle we are "cooking" the next one.  Not so this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the next phase in our family life. When the kids are a little older, a little more self-sufficient.  Tall enough for the fun rides at Disneyland.  Time to create our own fairy-tale adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to know it while I live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-116089610465259881?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/116089610465259881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=116089610465259881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116089610465259881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/116089610465259881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-updated-blog.html' title='YAY!  An updated blog!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115869069878618628</id><published>2006-09-19T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:31:55.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draggin'</title><content type='html'>We've had a bit of a seasonal weather change here in the great Pacific Northwest (rainy and gray in the morning--well more just wet and drizzly than rainy--and warm and sunny in the afternoon, typical of fall weather here) and it has my butt draggin' on the ground. Seriously. I just want to curl up in my bed and nap all day long. Now if this wasn't the week of my Grandma's funeral, and if I wasn't the only family member who lives in this area, this wouldn't be so much of a problem. I'd just stay in my sweats and my favorite ratty sweater (which would be the first thing to go if I ever got on "What Not to Wear." Unless they keep it and make it the supreme example of What Not to EVER Wear, but I digress--and I love it anyway--!) and I'd go w/the flow. Let myself adjust to the change of seasons gradually. Nap a little, play w/youngest DS a bunch, just go with the draggin' and not beat myself up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the funeral is Saturday, and my mother is coming to town and I want things to be nice when she is here. Better than our every day nice. So I can't go w/the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot of &lt;a href="http://flylady.net"&gt;FlyLady&lt;/a&gt; emails. I'm on the daily email list, even though I really only follow about half of what she says 'cause that's all I feel like I can handle right now. I'm really taking to heart her "you can do anything for fifteen minutes" mantra. I am forcing myself to clean and scrub all of the little messy corners of my life. You know, the ones your Swiffer leaves behind and most of the time you don't really care. I have given myself quite a list of things to do before Thursday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing here then? I'm on my fifteen minute break. And I feel like talking a bit. That's one of the things I've realized. When someone close to you dies, you suddenly feel the need to tell all the stories you can about them. To make them real to people who never knew them. Like the time I was living in my Grandma's basement and we got a LOT of nasty &lt;a href="http://www.srv.net/~dkv/hobospider/"&gt;spiders&lt;/a&gt; moving in with me into my basement sanctuary. They REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY freaked me out, and would often startle me into a blood curdling scream. My Grandma figured out what this scream meant rather quickly, and would shuffle her way to the basement stairs and make her arthritically painful way down the stairs to kill the spider for me. Because I was frozen with fear. Literally. This was just one of the small ways my Grandma loved and served me. I paid her back by vacuuming the living room carpet in perfect vacuum cleaner lines and by walking around the perimeter of the room for the rest of the week so's not to disturb the aforementioned perfect vacuum cleaner lines. I felt it was the least I could do to repay her for her awesome spider killing abilities and for not deriding me for my spider phobia. We were good for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my time's up. Now on to another housecleaning job before I take C to preschool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115869069878618628?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115869069878618628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115869069878618628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115869069878618628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115869069878618628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/09/draggin.html' title='Draggin&apos;'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115819570378018918</id><published>2006-09-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:01:43.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/1600/HPIM0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/HPIM0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma passed away this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, don't be sad. This is a good thing. If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you'll know she had advanced dementia. She's been going for a long time. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'd almost say I'm better than fine. We got the word on Saturday that she was beginning her journey home. I was able to spend about three hours with her. I called people important to her to come and say "good-bye." I held her hand. I called my Dad (her son) and held the phone to his ear so he could also say "good-bye." She'd called me "Sweetie" several times before that, and a bit after I hung up the phone, she grabbed my hand, pulled me close and said "I love you." I don't know if she was talking to me or my Dad or both of us, but it was still nice to hear. That was pretty much the last thing she said before she slipped into the space you go just before you die. I sang hymns to her for about an hour and a half. I also went back Sunday night to hold her hand and sing to her some more. I was there yesterday as well. It really felt like yesterday that her body was holding on to her spirit, and her spirit was nearly gone. Everytime she'd stop breathing I would tell her to "go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this has been a really choice experience. Although I don't blog about it here, I am a deeply religious person. This has been a very spiritual experience for me. I have loved this opportunity to serve my Grandma on this level. She has served me nearly all my life--until she couldn't physically and mentally serve me any longer. Many of the things I count as blessings in my life today are because of her. I firmly believe there is a level of love and charity you don't get to learn until you are in a position like this. I have truly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have more to say later. This will probably consume me for a little bit. Thanks for understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115819570378018918?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115819570378018918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115819570378018918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115819570378018918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115819570378018918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-passages.html' title='Time Passages'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115758112199319486</id><published>2006-09-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:18:42.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you Still Love Me...When I'm 64?</title><content type='html'>It has occurred to me over and over recently that one day I will be old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this hasn't occurred to me before, I don't know. I mean, I knew I would "grow up" and stuff, but I hadn't realized the actual realities of growing old. It used to be that I would read that you didn't need to worry about mammograms until you are over 35. "No Problem!" I thought, "Doesn't apply to me!" Well now it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray hairs? Other people had them, not me. Well, since I chose to stop coloring my hair when I became pregnant with my third child more so that I could remember what my natural hair color was than from a fear of birth defects, I have discovered that I too, have gray hairs. Or in my case, silver white platinum hairs that are curly where the rest of my hair is straight. I've also found out that you can have silver eyebrow hairs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to see little old ladies doing their shopping (and really, they probably weren't THAT old, most likely in their late 50's) and think to myself "What a sweet looking grandma!" I now realize that sooner than I am ready for, I will BE that sweet looking grandma! Because I don't see my parents regularly, it surprises me to see the changes in them as well. I think of the &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/24435864"&gt;Bonnie Raitt&lt;/a&gt; song "Nick of Time" where it talks about the child/parent relationship and seeing those physical changes as we grow up and it suddenly makes a lot of sense to me. I am going to be old someday, and that day is a lot closer than it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a &lt;a href="http://www.kingfeatures.com/features/comics/crank/about.htm"&gt;Crankshaft&lt;/a&gt; comic strip this summer that sums up my feelings well (and I wish I had a copy of it!):  Crankshaft was talking with his daughter at the high school graduation party for his grandson.  His daughter was talking about how she never thought that day would come.  Crankshaft responded that he knew that his children and grandchildren would grow up, he just didn't think it would happen so quickly.  I knew that I would grow up and be older; I just didn't realized how quickly it would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the lesson here?  For me, it's to start taking care of myself physically NOW so that I can enjoy my life when I'm old.  Eat healthy, get enough sleep, drink enough water, exercise, blah, blah, blah and yadda yadda yadda.  All of those platitudes make a lot more sense now that I'm on the road to old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115758112199319486?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115758112199319486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115758112199319486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115758112199319486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115758112199319486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/09/will-you-still-love-mewhen-im-64.html' title='Will you Still Love Me...When I&apos;m 64?'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115721458456264810</id><published>2006-09-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:29:44.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'll have more time to blog when school starts on Tuesday.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115721458456264810?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115721458456264810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115721458456264810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115721458456264810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115721458456264810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115578982572345920</id><published>2006-08-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:43:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sort of Catch-Up Post and a Clearance Sale</title><content type='html'>I've been busy!  I've been cleaning/rearranging my house, dealing with back to school stuff, helping my daughter get her red belt in Tae Kwon Do, driving for family outings and mini-reunions, hanging out with Karen Burniston, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write a more detailed post later, but I wanted to say that I've decided to revitalize my online store.  Lots of stuff on clearance, and lots more coming.  Check out the link on the right to The Cardstock Queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115578982572345920?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115578982572345920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115578982572345920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115578982572345920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115578982572345920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/08/sort-of-catch-up-post-and-clearance.html' title='A sort of Catch-Up Post and a Clearance Sale'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115463161192632159</id><published>2006-08-03T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:00:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sneak Peeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/1600/stampincat_sketches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/stampincat_sketches.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/1600/stampincat_sketches.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So these are the sketches I created for my Scrap 1o1 Beginning Scrapbooking class for &lt;a href="http://stampincat.com"&gt;Stampin' Cat&lt;/a&gt; last month. I am teaching that class again, as well as a Scrap 201 Intermediate Scrapbooking class in September. I wanted to use the same sketches again...sort of to ease the beginners into a more advanced style of scrapbooking.  This time though, to make it (still) interesting, I am using different patterened paper. This was kind of a challenge for me--to use the same sketch but in a different way. I really love how my Scrap 201 layout turned out--really a bit different for me, and growth in the way I want to go. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/HPIM3745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And after fussing w/my pictures for a bit (I had pics I wanted to use, but couldn't for different reasons) I am pleased with my next Scrap 101 layout as well. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/HPIM3742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm also teaching my &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/1600/bookmark%20collage.jpg"&gt;Inspiration Bookmark&lt;/a&gt; class as well as my &lt;a href="http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2005/11/planners-and-life.html"&gt;Planner&lt;/a&gt; class. I'm really enjoying teaching these classes and learning how to work with a deadline. Definitely skills I'm going to need should I ever get my dream job working for a scrapbooking magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115463161192632159?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115463161192632159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115463161192632159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115463161192632159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115463161192632159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-sneak-peeks.html' title='Some Sneak Peeks...'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115437817800432947</id><published>2006-07-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:48:23.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you BE any cuter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/1600/HPIM3686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/990/320/HPIM3686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115437817800432947?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115437817800432947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115437817800432947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115437817800432947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115437817800432947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/07/could-you-be-any-cuter.html' title='Could you BE any cuter?'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115431068601139122</id><published>2006-07-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:36:53.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power is in DOING!</title><content type='html'>So I've been looking a bit at my life and how I spend my time. I admit it, I am an Internet junky. I LOVE looking things up on the Internet, reading news and entertainment gossip, looking for new art and scrapbooking inspiration, learning about new hobbies like photography and collage/mixed media art, and reading blogs. I love reading people's stories! I actually have to set a timer to remind me of the passage of time so I don't spend all day reading about things on the Internet. (And if my mother is reading this, yes, I know this is not the best use of my time. Keep reading for my realizations. Love you Mom! MWAH! Big Kiss and Hug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been a bit frustrated by my desire to create pages and sew for myself and other things, but feel like I have no time left after caring for my home and doing my essential daily household tasks. (I'm sure you can see where I am going with this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I realized that I was tired of looking for new ideas and inspirations. I need to actually be DOING something. When we stop thinking, planning, dreaming, wondering, wanting, wishing, learning. visualizing, thinking, planning some more, and start DOING we claim our power. The power is in the actual doing, not the &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; about doing. No matter how small that first step is, it's still &lt;em&gt;movement, &lt;/em&gt;not sitting there just thinking about moving. I wrote a blurb once that started with this sentence: &lt;strong&gt;The pursuit of a dream requires action. &lt;/strong&gt;The key words there are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;pursuit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;action.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you thought about your dreams lately?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have you forgotten them in the mad rush of daily life? Have you set them aside for a time, so you can focus on what needs your attention right at that moment? Or are you learning, thinking, planning, preparing for the day you put action behind your pursuit of your dream. Take that first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moral of the story?  I closed the laptop and started doing.  I scrapped a little.  Baked some cookies and muffins.  Played games with my kids.  Worked in the yard a little.  I started moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can get your dreams but you. The power is in doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115431068601139122?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115431068601139122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115431068601139122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115431068601139122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115431068601139122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/07/power-is-in-doing.html' title='The Power is in DOING!'/><author><name>Dianne K. Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972804807301141937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTfVfGcIuKI/TI2euo0tFrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/10bBI_t5Yw0/S220/IMG_5854_edH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11950089.post-115412720807840840</id><published>2006-07-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:53:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream I Had the Other Night</title><content type='html'>So this is a real dream I had.  If anyone reading this blog likes to interpret dreams, I'm all for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was EAAARRRLY in the morning (sometime before 7am) and I was doing my best friend a favor by dropping her kids off at the preschool for a preschool field trip.  As I was closing the doors of my van, getting ready to go home to my own kids, other parents and adults kept getting in the van.  I shooed them out, explaining that I wasn't driving for the field trip, just dropping off my friend's children.  But as quickly as I got one set of adults out of the van, another got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream morphed a little bit here, and instead of parents wanting rides to the field trip destination, it was adults wanting rides to work, as if I was their carpool leader.  I explained again that I wanted to go home, that my kids were at home waiting for me (my oldest daughter babysitting) and that I wasn't driving anywhere else that morning.  Blank faces stared at me as if I wasn't speaking english and they couldn't understand why I didn't want to drive them all to work.  I explained again.  More blank faces.  Then I lost it and threw a bit of a temper tantrum, with foot stamping and everything.  I AM NOT DRIVING YOU TO WORK!!!  I AM GOING HOME!!!  More blank faces staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then yelled "Fine!  It'll be a hundred bucks CASH ONLY from EACH of you before we go ANYWHERE!  And that's only for the first thirty miles.  After that, it's another hundred.  CASH ONLY!"  At that point, they all nodded and understood exactly what I was saying and started passing cash up to me.  I had no choice then but to drive them to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream morphed again, to me in the kitchen visiting with some friends and my husband as I told them the story of how I started driving people to their office buildings.  I ended the story talking about how I was now pulling in between 12 and 15 THOUSAND dollars cash each month, and how grateful we were because now we were able to get out of debt and make some headway towards financial freedom, and all I had to do was drive grown-ups to work each day for about an hour.  (a little "editor's note" here:  I didn't drive them home...I'm not sure how they got home. I only drove them in the mornings...the bottom line was: I was glad to have the money)  Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on what this means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11950089-115412720807840840?l=tosdkrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115412720807840840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11950089&amp;postID=115412720807840840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115412720807840840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11950089/posts/default/115412720807840840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tosdkrn.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-i-had-other-night.html' title='A Dream I Had the Other Night'/><author><name>Dianne K. 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