tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107029842008-06-28T20:11:17.128-04:00JB KnitsJanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-72179679510316298042008-06-17T23:09:00.008-04:002008-06-17T23:36:37.328-04:00Before the battery dies...<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">First the finished things...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Pair #2 for the CIC sock challenge</span><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFiAWKZzQyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y9mZYxfO36Q/s1600-h/DSC_0322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213057686919398178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFiAWKZzQyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y9mZYxfO36Q/s320/DSC_0322.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A requested washcloth for AJ. It's </span><a href="http://criminyjickets.blogspot.com/2006/07/garterlac-dishcloth.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">garterlac</span><br /></a><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh_TWF_H1I/AAAAAAAAALs/Dpd5BI8ziCg/s1600-h/DSC_0321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213056539006279506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh_TWF_H1I/AAAAAAAAALs/Dpd5BI8ziCg/s320/DSC_0321.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/jbknits/baby-sweater-on-two-needles-february">Twin-DiP sweater</a>. One down, One to go...<br /></span><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh-1a6m2EI/AAAAAAAAALk/ScxxWrW9L3Y/s1600-h/DSC_0320.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213056024904652866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh-1a6m2EI/AAAAAAAAALk/ScxxWrW9L3Y/s320/DSC_0320.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The WIP's</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/jbknits/hemlock-ring-blanket">Hemlock ring </a>in the making...<br /></span><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh-XuUIVqI/AAAAAAAAALc/n-dqadhnDLI/s1600-h/DSC_0277.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213055514715903650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh-XuUIVqI/AAAAAAAAALc/n-dqadhnDLI/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/jbknits/goddess-knits-anniversary-mystery-shawl"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Mystery shawl swatch</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">...it's still a swatch. I'm having a hell of a time with the cast on for this one.<br /></span><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh9A2ObQ0I/AAAAAAAAALM/kGjJIZyFo1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213054022190842690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh9A2ObQ0I/AAAAAAAAALM/kGjJIZyFo1Q/s320/DSC_0330.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Precious things...</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1 Preschool Graduate....</span><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh911PtmUI/AAAAAAAAALU/GwxP8JbeRvI/s1600-h/DSC_0044edir.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213054932460869954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFh911PtmUI/AAAAAAAAALU/GwxP8JbeRvI/s320/DSC_0044edir.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1 set of tiny baby feet...</span><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFiAlLRrhFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OnikYaK3uDY/s1600-h/jaydepinkblanket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213057944851809362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SFiAlLRrhFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OnikYaK3uDY/s320/jaydepinkblanket.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-4973190516907699402008-05-30T10:41:00.008-04:002008-05-30T11:16:23.833-04:00Published<div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The condos near our apartment caught fire on Tuesday night. After securing Peanut and Wally for a quick exit (if need be), I grabbed the Nikon and started shooting. I have over 300 shots from the night. I submited my best 20 to the local paper, and they'll be running 3 or 4 of them with the story on Thursday! They're already using one of them for their main </span><a href="http://www.hometownlife.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?Category=NEWS19"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">web site page</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">.<br /></span><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAYyCTzjNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VnEsV-V1Xms/s1600-h/C4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206188417132760274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAYyCTzjNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VnEsV-V1Xms/s320/C4.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAZ4iTzjPI/AAAAAAAAALE/wEP2QdoV_P8/s1600-h/E7.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189628313537778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAZ4iTzjPI/AAAAAAAAALE/wEP2QdoV_P8/s320/E7.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAYkCTzjLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DXaF2itANSU/s1600-h/G9.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206188176614591666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAYkCTzjLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DXaF2itANSU/s320/G9.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAZICTzjOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QXTGL4jZ4B0/s1600-h/K16.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206188795089882338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SEAZICTzjOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QXTGL4jZ4B0/s320/K16.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">If I had taken my photography classes sooner in my college career, I would have minored in it. It really feels good to be back at it again. The few photos I've gotten of Peanut that make me stop are enough alone to justify the purchase of the camera.</span></div></div></div></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-35725192312078060372008-05-25T22:14:00.006-04:002008-05-25T23:14:06.951-04:00Where the heck did May go?<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut's visiting her dad this weekend it's been a good time to catch up on things I haven't had time for recently. Like updating my blog..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Seems like we've had one activity after another this month. My bowling league ended and I got 3rd most improved woman's average for the league. Not too shabby for my rookie year. Our team joked that we needed to get yellow stripes for our shoes. It was a great time and I'm pretty sure we're going to be doing it again next year. In the meantime, Peanut and I are signed up for a parent/tot league that's starting soon.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">We participated in Relay for Life as part of Peanut's school's team. We had a great time! Here's the photo of her before we left. She insisted she couldn't go without the beads in her hair. Less is never more with her.</span><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SDoe4yTzjII/AAAAAAAAAKM/qGpk8GVR-n4/s1600-h/editedDSC_1317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204506280306379906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SDoe4yTzjII/AAAAAAAAAKM/qGpk8GVR-n4/s320/editedDSC_1317.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SDohYSTzjKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ptSU7OHQozk/s1600-h/edDSC_1337.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204509020495514786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SDohYSTzjKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ptSU7OHQozk/s320/edDSC_1337.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">At home after...a rare shot of Wally-cat. Have I mentioned how much I love the new camera?</span><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SDohDyTzjJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ows4axEovu0/s1600-h/DSC_1395.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204508668308196498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SDohDyTzjJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ows4axEovu0/s320/DSC_1395.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Some of us have started getting together at lunch at work on Fridays for a little knitting group. It's been a great deal of fun! One person joined without having ever touched needles. I think she's now building a stash of dishcloth cotton. I've started another pair of socks to send to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CIC</span>. Two of my coworkers are also doing socks. It's just been a nice break in the craziness work has been recently.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I've been lucky to have been doing a lot of knitting recently. I'm still working on baby sweaters. Seems like the one will never get finished. Of course it doesn't help that it's my last project to pickup. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BFF</span> socks will not be finished in time for her birthday. I'm working on Aunt Peanut's scarf and dishcloths for her. Oh and I just finished a pirate themed golf club cover. I may be doing a lot more of these in the near future. AND I signed up for the Goddess Knit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mystery</span> Shawl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">KAL</span>. I think that's what it's called. I bought some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">KnitPicks</span> lace weight around Christmas that I'm going to bust out for it. I may have also purchased one of those <a href="http://specialstuff.typepad.com/sugar_bunny_boulevard/pink-ribbon-sock-kit.html">fabulous kits Laura</a> had made up. No confirmation email yet and I see now they're sold out...so we'll see. Those are for me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Oh and we did adopt a Wii Fit on Wednesday. Holy cow!! It's even more fun than I thought it would be.</span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-75632375784047196522008-05-03T23:32:00.002-04:002008-05-04T00:03:44.069-04:0032 Years 23 Hours 35 Minutes and counting....<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The house is finally quiet. We've had a flurry of activity from the time the alarm clock went off this morning. Peanut spent a good chunk of the day with Grandma. I spent the day attending my dear friend's son's 1st Communion. I've attended Catholic weddings, but this was my first 1st Communion. I always find the Catholic ceremonies beautiful and interesting. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">It is my birthday for a few minutes more. It's been a good day. The big (adult) celebration is next weekend. Tonight was spent with family and Peanut. She picked out my tiny birthday cake and we sang "Happy Birthday" with a tea light burning on top. It was the perfect way to end my birth day. I wouldn't have traded those two giggly minutes for the fanciest party. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I mentioned in my last post that I bought myself a D60. Below if one of my very favorit shots that I've taken in the last 10 days. There are a few others I may share later that really made me stop and say, "I took that." I had photography classes in college and I have a Pentax K1000 here somewhere, but it fell to the wayside when adult life took over. I've missed it for years and it's like and old friend has come back into my life.</span><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SB0uuA44wqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OUtF8bwcIlk/s1600-h/CSC_0673.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196360913102881442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SB0uuA44wqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OUtF8bwcIlk/s320/CSC_0673.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">**I think this photo truly captures Peanut. Dirty fingers, tosseled hair, a Giselle bandaid and a million watt smile**</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The best gift I received this year was one I gave myself. I set a goal on January 1st of losing 50 lbs by my 32nd birthday. That's today. While I didn't make 50, I did hit 42 this morning. I've worked hard for it and I am most proud of that this year. I bought a pair of stretch denim capris March 1st. They were very stretched in the dressing room. I bought them anyway. I wore them for the first time this afternoon and they'll soon be too big to wear without being taken in. I was shocked by that! I just tried them on to see how much more I needed to lose before I could wear them comfortably. All the hard work is definitely paying off. My next goal is 70 lbs gone by Labor Day. I think I'll get there. I just need to remember that it needs to be about me for a little while or I won't be around to worry about anyone else.</span></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-1559987971359381802008-04-23T00:03:00.010-04:002008-04-23T10:03:55.836-04:00FOs and BPs<div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I've tried repeatedly over the last 6 weeks to update the blog. Each time, blogger just wasn't having it. Sorry about that.</span><br /><div><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Some of the ladies at my office have started a knitting circle. Some of us are working on socks for CIC. I finished mine in record time over the weekend.</span> </div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA61lQ44wjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SsssH5VRlsU/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287072198115890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA61lQ44wjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SsssH5VRlsU/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I finished a couple of teeny tiny hats. These will potentially go to my boss's new twins. Keep your fingers crossed they'll be too small for them once they're born. Their mom's been on serious bedrest for a month now and they're not due until June</span>.</span><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA62VA44wkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yjjThpoOGVQ/s1600-h/DSC_0156.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287892536869442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA62VA44wkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yjjThpoOGVQ/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA62uA44wlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rKmoYJmUeU4/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288322033599058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA62uA44wlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rKmoYJmUeU4/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This the EZ sweater from The Knitting Almanac. So far so good. It's in KnitPicks Cotlin. Love it. Ordered 6 more skeins for the other babies I know coming soon.</span></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA63sA44wnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X1kL7r_AKUM/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192289387185488498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA63sA44wnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X1kL7r_AKUM/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And I'm trying to expand my horizons. I'm giving Maze from Sensational Knitted Socks a go. They'll also go to CIC.</span></div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA63UQ44wmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Be8Ey93JdI0/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288979163595362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA63UQ44wmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Be8Ey93JdI0/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Notice anything different about these photos? They're crisp, clear and have great color? Yeah, this is where the BP comes in..Birthday Present. My birthday is in 10 days or so. I've been admiring a certain camera from afar for several months now. I've done my homework and saved the money...and I bought it today. Riza might like her Canon, but I've always been loyal to Nikon. Well, with the exception of the Pentax in college but that doesn't count. A D60 now resides with us. I feel as if it needs a name. These two photos make it worth every penny.</span><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA64mQ44woI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3veqMhyJkiM/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192290387912868482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA64mQ44woI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3veqMhyJkiM/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA65UQ44wpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qZMmUMcLrZk/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192291178186850962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/SA65UQ44wpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qZMmUMcLrZk/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-26871645313193752772008-03-03T11:56:00.004-05:002008-03-03T12:12:07.127-05:00Boxing Wally<p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Here's a video of Peanut boxing: </span><br /></p><p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Gfdvmp-ihc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And here's the latest addition to our family, Wally-Penelope.</span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R8wuyy2llKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y_pAoYZ2HwA/s1600-h/DSC02124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173561522120922274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R8wuyy2llKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y_pAoYZ2HwA/s320/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">He's a 4 year old stray we rescued. Someone at some point really loved him a lot. He's the most friendly and loving cat I've ever come across. Peanut loves him. I don't know if she loves him because he's her pet or because he's someone she can boss around.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">In other news...I'm halfway to my goal to lose 50 lbs by my birthday! I'm about 2 weeks ahead of schedule with my 10 lbs per month goal.</span></p>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-667285553638528602008-02-26T07:13:00.000-05:002008-02-26T14:18:24.800-05:00Wii Bowling<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Here's the video of Peanut bowling:<br /></span><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLDjguUpmJ0&amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-53523976170501487022008-02-21T07:25:00.000-05:002008-02-21T10:39:35.143-05:00Still here...<div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I've had a heck of a time getting in to post to the blog. I really don't care for the Google aspect of blogger now. It's so much more difficult just to get logged in, it seems.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">We're still here and still insanely busy. Peanut's practicing writing her name in anticipation of Kindergarten in the Fall. She attended a Valentine's Daddy/Daughter dance with her dad last week and here's the before &amp; after photos....</span><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R72X_Ge8pcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mIrsrHLqxsw/s1600-h/DSC02052sepiacolor.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169455057619166658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R72X_Ge8pcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mIrsrHLqxsw/s320/DSC02052sepiacolor.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R72Y2me8peI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RQSH_W55kWo/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169456011101906402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R72Y2me8peI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RQSH_W55kWo/s320/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I've done a little bit of knitting recently. I'm still slugging away on Peanut's Haiku sweater. It's like the ever growing bumpy, hot pink blob. Last weekend, I whipped up </span><a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEfall03/PATTpenny.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Penny</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> for a friend who got a Maltese puppy for Valentine's day. It's so freakin' cute! I have yet to get a photo of it, but will soon.</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I joined Weight Watchers at work 3 weeks ago. This fits in very well with my motto for 2008, Be healthier. I'm down 22 lbs for the year. I can attribute some of the success to the Wii I recently stood in line for at Toys R Us. I gotta say, that was quite the study in human nature right there. Whether I'd gottent he Wii or not, it was totally worth watching people forget they are adults and that a gaming system is not the most important thing in the world. "Grace &amp; Dignity" were not words most of them were familiar with. My favorite was a dad that showed up at 10:10 that morning to find a line up of people with the vouchers in the store. He then took it upon himself to scream at the very cordial Toys R Us employee about how unfair it was that they were out of them already. All of this was done in front of his 9 year old son. Way to go dude, that teaches your child an excellent lesson right there. Peanut was staying with my Aunt &amp; Uncle for the night or I wouldn't have bothered to go at all. But anyway, we are enjoying nightly games of boxing and bowling. Main point here that we're getting off the couch and doing something rather than watching tv. She's actually getting pretty good at the bowling. I have video that I will try to post over the weekend. I love the fact that I was able to download the original Super Mario Brothers for $5. Ah, some things you never forget. </p><br /></span><br /><br /></span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-1016002221502065172008-01-14T09:34:00.000-05:002008-01-14T09:38:25.453-05:00Dancing Queen<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sSwfXjELSo&amp;rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sSwfXjELSo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></a><br /><span></span><br /><span><span style="font-size:85%;">No idea where she gets the dance moves from, but she definitely makes it work. The outfit was a Christmas gift and right now, a bride is just as good as a Princess in Peanut's book.</span> </span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-71182179568036280112007-12-07T12:17:00.000-05:002007-12-07T12:59:52.841-05:00Distracting You With Cuteness<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I'm plugging along on holiday gifts. I'm feeling really good about where I am. Peanut's teachers are each getting a pair of Fetching gloves. Her lone male teacher may receive a hat or a more manly pair of fingerless gloves. Jury's still out on that one. Peanut has made many requests that her baby receive some sort of knit clothing soon as well. Well, "requests" wouldn't exactly describe how she's asking...demands is more like it. Each time she sees me knitting, she'll stop me to ask if that's for her or her baby? Because in her mind, there are only these two options.</span><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We put our cool new tree up. She loved it. I let her put on whatever she wanted and did not move anything. We have large gaping holes and other branches that hold five ornaments each. She loves it and it's her tree, too.<br /></span><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mDUFGxfUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sBxFWyMudDY/s1600-h/DSC01823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141284830611340610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mDUFGxfUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sBxFWyMudDY/s320/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">My friend, Jennifer was given a grocery bag full of dress up stuff. She passed it along to Peanut. Here she is in her Princess Costume glory complete with accessories.</span><br /></span><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mC2VGxfTI/AAAAAAAAAII/8r1hkeYumPc/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141284319510232370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mC2VGxfTI/AAAAAAAAAII/8r1hkeYumPc/s320/DSC01807.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is her "cha cha" outfit. That's a flapper dress with hat..and a pink holster and bunched up skirt to compliment the ensemble.</span><br /></span><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mA8lGxfSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TT0IvqlFexQ/s1600-h/DSC01816.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141282227861159202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mA8lGxfSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TT0IvqlFexQ/s320/DSC01816.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We visited Santa at her school...<br /></span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mDslGxfVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pnrGKQfFCSE/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141285251518135634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mDslGxfVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pnrGKQfFCSE/s320/DSC01838.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There were no tears...no deep frowns...I think we've turned the corner on our Santa fears. I caught her hugging his leg as he was trying to leave. Her liking him and understanding his role in our Christmas celebration means that he's also become a major bargaining tool. The look on her face was priceless when I let it slip I had his phone number and could call him if he needed an update on whether she's been naughty or nice.</span><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mEF1GxfWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NGwpvyIEby0/s1600-h/DSC_0121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141285685309832546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/R1mEF1GxfWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NGwpvyIEby0/s320/DSC_0121.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Let's say she had a "naughty" day on Wednesday when she and her buddy TP'd the girls bathroom at school. I know those huge rolls of TP are tempting...and it's something I would have loved to have done at 4...it was hard not to smile when her teacher told me.</span></div></div></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-92164979939061784732007-11-18T23:13:00.000-05:002007-11-18T23:23:18.372-05:00Lions and Tigers and Bears...Oh my!<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut attended her first play on Saturday. We went to see the Howell Community theater's production of The Wizard of Oz. It was wonderful! Peanut had a lot of questions as the stage play does stray from the movie a bit and she had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that we were in the same room as Glenda and The Wicked Witch of the West. She insisted on wearing her "Good Witch" dress instead of her kind-of-looks-like-Dorothy sundress. I'm glad she did. There was a sea of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dorothys</span> and just one Glenda. And from the number of pairs we saw on Saturday, Target must have a hard time keeping red sparkly shoes in stock. We watched Return to Oz once we got home. That's 2 hours of my life I'll never have back. Horrible movie. I kept trying to persuade Peanut to abandon it and watch something else, but she stuck it out until the end. I made the mistake of putting it on and then going to put laundry away...when I cam back, Dorothy was on a table hooked up and ready to receive electric shock therapy. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Evidently</span>, her stories of Oz weren't all that well received by Aunt Em and Uncle Henry when she came back. I asked Peanut what was going on and she said she wasn't quite sure and insisted on watching the movie. I sat down with her to oversee the rest of it. Dorothy lucks out because a storm comes in before they can fire up the equipment and she escapes to Oz with a chicken....and that's all I'll say about that. Don't waste your time, though.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">We visited the Knitting Den on Saturday to take advantage of their 25% off sale. I've received 3 emails and a phone call about this sale...so we went. I still hate the store. No one ever greets you and it's almost like they act like it's a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">privilege</span> they let you in to buy things. I hate the way it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">layed</span> out and it's insanely impossible to get to everything if there are people sitting around the table in the middle of the store. I'm thinking that's going to be my last visit there. There are too many other good shops within 20 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mins</span> of the house that I want to spend my money at. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I finished the crazy pink eyelash scarf for Peanut. Photos coming soon. I'm making my way across the back of Haiku for her...I can't wait to see how this turns out.</span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-37558023428117870972007-11-12T17:38:00.000-05:002007-11-12T18:06:46.033-05:00Pouty Princess, FOs and 7 Things<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Here's the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pouty</span> princess from Halloween. That's a genuine Sleeping Beauty dress, crown &amp; wand from the Disney store. The crown she got for her birthday. The wand was a Chicago <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">souvenir</span> and Aunt Peanut, who spoils her rotten, got her the dress. Similar to The Blue Dress from last year, the kid would wear it 24/7 if I let her. This was the first year she "got" trick or treating. I've never seen the kid move so fast or run for so long in her entire life. It was pretty comical and she went the distance going the whole 2 hours without a complaint. </span><br /><div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjXJgyBdEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wiwTf1rVcuQ/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132088333807219778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjXJgyBdEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wiwTf1rVcuQ/s320/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It's a little blurry, but it's my favorite picture of the night. This was taken just as we were wrapping up for the night. The kid wound up with an insane amount of candy. About 1/3 of it wound up at my office. We still have 2 gallon size <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ziplocs</span> full at home. She's limited to 1 piece a day. We're set for a while.</span></div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjYnAyBdGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-n_uDzc1_oE/s1600-h/DSC01763.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132089940124988514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjYnAyBdGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-n_uDzc1_oE/s320/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I finished up some projects..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I finished a baby sweater for a coworker. It's Little Lamb sweater from Precious Layettes to Knit. It's done in red LB Cotton-Ease with lady bug buttons. It was very well received.</span></div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjWZAyBdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3fUmwbslV54/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132087500583564338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjWZAyBdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3fUmwbslV54/s320/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The sweater wasn't finished in time for her work shower, so she got these little guys then. They're Baby Eyelet socks made out of left over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tofutsies</span>. I hate the yarn. Enough that I don't care if I misspell it or not. It splits and bunches and I'll never, ever buy it again.</span></div><div> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjXeQyBdFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rM-zvm2n-2Q/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132088690289505362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RzjXeQyBdFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rM-zvm2n-2Q/s320/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ages ago, </span><a href="http://www.russellyarn.typepad.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Amby</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> tagged me with a meme. I've never been tagged before and quickly did the 7 things list. And then it sat in my My Documents until today. Sorry, Amby. Thanks for tagging me!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">So, here are the rules.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. Link to your tagger and post rules</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. Share 7 facts about yourself, some random and some weird</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. Tag 7 people at the end of post and list their names</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. Let them know they were tagged by a comment on their blog<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. I am the youngest, oldest, middle and only child for my family. Between my mom &amp; dad, I'm the only. For my mom, I'm the oldest. For my dad, I'm the youngest biologically but when you factor in my steps, I'm in the middle. I believe I have traits from all of the birth orders because of this.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. When playing cards, I cannot touch my cards until the final card has been dealt or flipped over, depending on the game. If I do, then it completely ruins the hand for me.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. While I have an extensive ice cube tray collection, I tend to drink my beverages without ice and don't mind them warm or room temperature. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">IKEA</span> has some really great silicone ones with different shapes)</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. I hate Seinfeld. Hate it with a passion. The music from the show instantly puts me in a bad mood. One of my roommates in college was obsessed with it and now I work with guys that watch it nightly and then enjoy discussing it at length every morning.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">5. I went to college to be a radio producer or an accountant. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">CMU</span> had a great hands on program for radio at the time and they had a nationally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">accredited</span> Accounting program as well. I took 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">BCA</span> classes before my prof distributed typical salary ranges for the field...I switched to business. After taking an accounting class, I knew that was not my calling and went with a General business Major. One of my fraternity (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">AKPsi</span>) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">advisers</span> bluntly told me to pick something or quit school. Management Information Systems was the major with the shortest list of required classes, so I went with that. So, I have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">BSBA</span> with an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">MIS</span> major.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">6. I am Irish on both sides, so that's what I claim to be. My mother's maiden name and my maiden name are very, very common names in Ireland.</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">7. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Knicknames</span> that I've had are: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Janetteski</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">MammaJ</span>, Mudslide, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Jaynet</span>, J, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">JoanJett</span></span><br /></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">As for the tagging part...well, if 7 of you still read this after my sporadic postings the last year or so, please consider yourself tagged.</span></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-15552789629015163792007-10-23T07:32:00.000-04:002007-10-23T12:52:57.930-04:00And I shall name her Sparky...<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">My father and step-mother were avid bowlers. My dad worked afternoons and bowled on at least 2 leagues a week. Sunday nights with them were usually spent at an alley somewhere begging for quarters to play the video games. Bowling on a league seemed like such a cool, adult thing to do. The idea of joining a mixed league was tossed around in the last few years, but unforeseen circumstances never made it a reality...until this year. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Some friends and I formed a team and blindly joined a league that bowls every other weekend. We are not good, but we have a fabulous time! That's the whole point. To get out, meet new people and have a good time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I've never had my own bowling ball. It always seemed so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">extravagant</span> considering I rarely bowled and I wasn't any good. With joining the league, it's obvious I will not get any better using a house ball. I've been struggling with whether or not to buy one. Again, it seems like such a frivolous thing. I got shoes on sale a couple of years ago. They made sense because you pay $3.50 each time to rent them. Paying $9.99 for the pair I have means that they've already paid for themselves and then some.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">On Tuesday, Peanut had to visit the pediatrician. I was a little freaked out about the why (and finding out later, justifiably so). We stopped to get gas on the way home and when I put the pump back into the holster, I noticed someone had dropped their credit card. It was raining...and to take it into the station, I'd have to pull Peanut out of the car and it'd be a pain. But then I thought, if that was my credit card I'd want someone to turn it in for me...so I did just that. When we got home, I found a check in the mail from our previous cable company telling me I had overpaid them. Huh? How did that happen? The amount of the check was just enough to cover a new ball.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">So I picked out Sparky. She'll come home with us on Thursday. I'll test her out on Friday. On Saturday, she'll be tweaked (if needed) and then used for league night. This photo really doesn't do her justice. She seems to twinkle like the night sky. Hopefully she can help my 93 average.</span><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rx4iPoS9vUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/X4zGlzDXdzE/s1600-h/purplesparkle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571077904547138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rx4iPoS9vUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/X4zGlzDXdzE/s320/purplesparkle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There has been a lot of knitting and photos of it, but they're trapped in the camera. I finished a pair of baby eyelet socks that were gifted to a coworker. I'm also working on a red baby sweater. I finished the first of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BFF</span> socks and I'm nearing the end of the toe increases on the second. For some reason, lace seems to keep coming up. I'm wondering if I might be ready for a real like project soon. Maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">that'll</span> be a 2008 thing. I would still like to get a little cardigan knit up for Peanut. I also picked up a few skeins of an awful fun fur at the Dollar Store to make into a princess worthy scarf for her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">We hit <a href="http://www.detroitzoo.org/index.php?option=com_events&amp;task=view_detail&amp;agid=95&amp;year=2007&amp;month=10&amp;day=19&amp;Itemid=413">Zoo Boo </a>last weekend....it was fun, but not really worth the money. If you have little kids that would tire easily from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">traditional</span> trick or treating, then it's definitely worth it. A gaggle of kids aged 3 - 6 made quick work of the 13 stops and stingy candy amounts. I'm glad we did it, but I don't know that we'll do it again.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Oh! And I've been on <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ravelry.com"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ravelry</span></a> for a while now...I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">jbknits</span> over there too. Might as well stay consistent, right?</span></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-74618383293127611962007-10-18T07:11:00.000-04:002007-10-18T17:07:35.289-04:00This is what 4 looks like...<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut and <a href="http://www.crazyfiberlady.com/one_crazy_fiber_lady/2007/10/pair-of-fours.html">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Monkees</span> </a>share the same birthday. I always forget to ask what time they were born.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><div>The celebration of 4 started with a party at Peanut's dad's house and they visited Build A Bear. She came home with a pretty new pink bear. It has been given the honor of residing in her bed without her shoes. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>The party continued when she got home with the party with my immediate family. I think she was happy with the Princess cake by way of Costco. </div><div></div></span><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rxe_9oS9vPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AtDva6kqmKQ/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122774166667115762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rxe_9oS9vPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AtDva6kqmKQ/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tuesday, was her actual birthday. She took cupcakes &amp; frosting to school to have a snack that they could decorate first. I picked her up early to go have dinner at Big Boy with Gram and Aunt Peanut. Big Boy is her new favorite restaurant for some reason. She chose to have hotcakes with apples &amp; whipped cream for dinner. It was her birthday and she was allowed to choose to have whatever she wanted. That's the point of birthday dinners, right? That was followed up with a giant chocolate ice cream and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">carmel</span> sauce sundae. Before she slipped into a sugar coma, we headed to Chuck E Cheese for a couple of hours.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfAEoS9vQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3rBH6Vk_BnU/s1600-h/crown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122774286926200066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfAEoS9vQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3rBH6Vk_BnU/s320/crown.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">40 hrs later, we were on a train headed for Chicago. This was a trip I'd been planning for seven months with one of my best friends from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CMU</span>. Her little guy turned 4 on 9/30, so it was a birthday present to both of them. We headed to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shedd</span> Aquarium on Friday. She was most excited about the dolphins and beluga whales. She fell asleep on the city bus on the way back to the hotel and I had a really hard time waking her. I'd say she definitely enjoyed the aquarium.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfAdYS9vRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nYzsNdiz1wo/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122774712127962386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfAdYS9vRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nYzsNdiz1wo/s320/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">On Saturday, we visited the <a href="http://www.chicagochildrensmuseum.org/">Children's Museum </a>on Navy Pier. What an awesome place! We had the best time there. We spent the afternoon on Navy Pier and finished up the day on the Magnificent Mile. I thought she would faint from the Princess display at the Disney store. Here she is modeling her new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">jammies</span> and dolls from the day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfAwIS9vSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SMLbRVkAplU/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122775034250509602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfAwIS9vSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SMLbRVkAplU/s320/DSC01673.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut's other big birthday gift was a </span><a href="http://www.leapfrog.com/Primary/GradeSchool/PRD_leapsterpink/Leapsterreg+Learning+Game+System++Pink+Edition.jsp?bmLocale=en_US"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Leapster</span></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">. The kid loves this thing more than I could have imagined. She's pretty good about only playing it for 30 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mins</span> or so at a time. </span></div><div></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfA8oS9vTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YK4-oRS5KSE/s1600-h/DSC01682.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122775248998874418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RxfA8oS9vTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YK4-oRS5KSE/s320/DSC01682.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The last year has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tough</span> on us both and I think we've weathered it well. She's recently snapped out of a phase where I affectionately referred to her as "The Devil". I was worried it was never going to end, but it did and I am so thankful for the sweet little girl that has emerged. While I'm sad that she's growing up so quick, I'm excited for the little person she's becoming. I can't wait to see what other adventures are in store for us, but I'm thrilled to have her to share them with.</span></div><br /></span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-66511319249594623272007-09-10T07:05:00.000-04:002007-09-10T11:08:10.205-04:00Yeah for September!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">I am thrilled to say we’re settling in fabulously into the new apartment. Peanut loves it and actually cries when we go back to visit our old neighbors because she thinks we’re going back to the house. Each time we pull into the apartment complex she chirps “Yeah! New Apartment!!” from the back seat. She and I put up some of the wall stickers we bought earlier this summer to decorate her room. They are super cute and have made a big difference. We’ve found that the balcony is the perfect place for blowing bubbles.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As much as I’ve talked about the how wonderful my dear former neighbors are, it’s been really hard to not talk about the bad things. Not about the neighbors, but people involved with the house. It’s taken a great deal of self control to not say things that would enflame the situation. There’s a lot of biting my tongue going on and my tongue is nearly bitten off. I have never, in my life met a more rude, mean spirited person. With the information I found today, I can now add greedy. I don’t know how I’m surprised by this considering I found out recently that she took the neighbor kids to court for playing in the street. She lost and now has a PPO in place that she cannot even drive down specific areas of the neighborhood. I know that I have scored major brownie points by being the better person and not sinking to her level, but I hope the Good Lord realizes the amount of strength it’s taken to do this. No wonder I’m getting 10 spi on the sock I’m knitting.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I cast on for a scarf for Aunt Peanut. She was promised a lace scarf nearly two years ago. I even bought some beautiful <a href="http://www.elann.com/productdisp.asp?NAME=elann%2Ecom+Peruvian+Baby+Cashmere&Cat=&amp;ProductType=5&amp;Count=1">Elann Peruvian Baby Cashmere </a>in this eggplant color. It’s like butter. I cast on for Branching Out, but doing the repeat twice over for double width. Monday night, I pulled it out. I hated it. I grabbed a new ball and cast on for <a href="http://www.knitandtonic.typepad.com/EasyFlameLaceScarf.pdf">Wendy’s Flickering Flames Scarf</a>. I don’t know if I’ve made a mistake or I just need to learn to trust the pattern…but I’m not far enough along with it to pass judgment yet. I’m hoping to have this done in time to give it to her for her birthday in October.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I’ve also been working on a mini afghan for BFF’s mom. She collects dolls and has a smaller sized chair that one of them sits in. She wanted a mini throw to drape on the back. I’m doing a feather and fan pattern with some acrylic baby yarn in a cream color. As soon as I can find the book I got the pattern from to get the ending rows, I’ll be done with it. I think she’s going to love it.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What I’m most excited about right now is bowling. A group of us have formed a team and signed up for a league at the local bowling alley. It’s every other Saturday and Peanut’s Dad has been kind enough to switch his visits to correspond with my bowling nights. I’ve always wanted to do a bowling league and I think it’s going to be a blast. I’m hoping Santa will bring me my own ball for Christmas!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thanks for hanging in there with me, even through the photo-less posts. Photos will return soon, I promise. I have a good idea as to where the camera and the cable for it are. Now I just need to find the time to put them together with the computer.</span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-28296381506708546062007-08-23T18:43:00.000-04:002007-08-23T16:46:10.574-04:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I ended up where I needed to be." - Douglas Adams</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">That pretty much sums up the last few years. And I think it's my new philosophy for the next year. Every part of my life is crazy right now. Must be a full moon with high tides because Peanut has become difficult, 24x7. In talking with my friends with kids her age, it's not just her. It doesn't help, but it makes me feel better about holding off on that exorcism. We're in the middle of sorting, purging, packing, moving. It's a little overwhelming at the moment. Work is crazy as we migrate from Novell to AD and Notes to Outlook. It's a lot to handle right now. So many, many changes.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Three weeks ago, I had my first date since early 2002. It was fun. We saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was having a particularly cute day...and it was good. Very good. We're kind of letting things play out as they will. I don't have a life plan and with the divorce only having been final a month, I'm really just looking for someone to go out with here and there.....but I have to admit, I had forgotten how much fun a good kiss can be. :)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The last two weeks have been tough. Each time I think I'm nearing the end of the bad crap, something new piles up. I'm dealing with it by just going through each day and kind of living with blinders on. It's too much to think about all at once...and I will certainly be buying a Mega Millions ticket. All of the crap could magically go away with a winning ticket. Money may not buy happiness, but it sure would buy some peace of mind. Well, and a <a href="http://www.fordvehicles.com/cars/mustang/">2007 Ford Shelby GT 500 Mustang</a>. Santa, if you're reading my blog, I'm not picky. I'll take the Vista blue coupe with the white stripes. Or whatever...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We move this weekend. As I was promised, this will be the easiest move I ever make. Peanut's room was painted last weekend (Storybook Purple) and the cable guy was out on Tuesday. (We got a DVR!!) I'm really looking forward to some quite time on the new balcony. The cavalry comes in Saturday afternoon to move the furniture. I'm expecting to have 90% of the boxes moved on Friday. Saturday night will be spent eating pizza and drinking lots of beers in the new place with good friends. I shouldn't label them "good friends" they are "Great friends". More like family than friends, really. And I am thankful for them.</span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-57520858954665339892007-07-28T10:26:00.000-04:002007-07-28T10:44:49.179-04:00Quicky Post<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We're in the homestretch of the Season of Change here a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chez</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">JB</span>. Peanut and I will be moving in the next month. That means a lot of packing, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">decluttering</span>, cleaning and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">destashing</span>...and purging. There, I said it. A good portion has already been completed and now I just have Peanut's and the spare room to tackle. Looks like we'll be going from 1980 sq ft to 900 sq ft. It's a good thing. <a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/greenday/wakemeupwhenseptemberends.html">Wake Me Up When September Ends </a>has been on a mental repeat. It's definitely my mantra for the Summer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I finally finished knitting the felted clogs for my dear friend, Jenn. Good thing I took so long with them, though. They were on vacation last week and came home to find a brass fitting had cut into the plastic pipe that feeds water to the toilet...in the upstairs bathroom...3 days before. They have a quad, so it's been an interesting spread of water damage. They are fully insured, but it's been a very emotional thing to work through for them. So, if I'd previously given her the clogs, they probably would have been ruined...along with her three favorite wool sweaters. I found a cute raglan pattern in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEspring03/PATTsitcomchic.html">Knitty</a></span> archives that I might try to do up for her to replace one of them. The restorers are working on the two irreplaceable items damaged: her Grandmother's antique table and their wedding album. They know they're lucky to have a home and that the damage wasn't worse, but it still sucks to watch her go through it all. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut's off to spend the day with her cousins and to give me a much needed mini-break. First thing I plan on doing it showering...alone. She's been keeping vigil on the side of the tub if I do it while she's awake. She's super excited about the move, but I know she's had a lot to deal with over the past year and we're treading lightly. I have seen a great deal of improvement in her acting out and odd behavior since switching to the new school. That's a huge relief. I think she'll be back to "normal" once the move is over and we're in a new routine....right about the time September ends. See?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I'm working on knitting socks for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">FNJ</span>. She's been amazing and I don't know if we would have weathered everything as well as we have without her. I'm using <a href="http://www.soysilk.com/tofutsies.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Tofutsies</span> </a>yarn and 2mm needles. Man, they are working up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">slllllooowwwww</span>. I'm getting something like 10.5 - 11 stitches per inch. Nothing like jumping in head first with tiny needles and thin yarn for my first pair of adult socks. I'm doing a toe-up sock with beaded rib. No photos as of yet, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">FNJ</span> just loves what I've knit so far. I don't know that I'll knit with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Tofutsies</span> again. It's really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">splitty</span> and I guess with the way I knit, one strand kind of bunches up...it's annoying. I love the fabric, just not the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hassle</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I need to get a cake in the oven. One of the little dudes next door is having his birthday party today. His actual birthday was yesterday. Peanut and I got him a little digital camera. I'm excited to say that he was just as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">geeked</span> about that as the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">DS</span> mom & dad got him. Excellent gift idea for a seven year old. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Thanks for checking in!</span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-44724051868103588882007-07-06T07:30:00.000-04:002007-07-06T11:37:12.941-04:00Blessings<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">On July 5, 2003 at 1:50 p.m., we were married.<br />On July 5, 2007 at 1:50 p.m., we were divorced.<br />I'm still laughing at that. What are the chances??</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">This post <strong>is</strong> about blessings.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am blessed with a beautiful child that I would not have had I not been married. A child that continuously teaches me about patience and the wonder of the world. A child that for all of her "I can do it myself" statements throughout the day, still cries for her mama at night. A child that softly snores while snuggled in bed with me. A child that reminds me daily that I'm beautiful and that she loves me, all without prompting. I've come to decide that she will be the only child I will ever have and I am thankful for her.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am blessed with the wisdom to know better for next time and to pay more attention to those annoying red flags. They are red for a reason.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am blessed to have lived through some tough times and come out knowing that there's a lot of truth in the sayings, "This too shall pass." "Everything happens for a reason." and "It all works out in the end." It may not be apparent at the time, but it will be eventually. I am blessed with the patience to not worry about things I have no control over until there's something I can do to change it. No need to waste my energy on it.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am blessed with an amazing family. A familythat would love to say, "I told you so." But says, We love you and we are proud of you, instead.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am blessed with an even more amazing inner circle of friends. Friends who drop everything to come to my aid. Friends that insist you become part of their family and get miffed when you don't understand that you're always invited to everything without being told. Friends that use the key to your house to sneak in to decorate it. Friends who make sure the evening of your divorce is jam packed with lots of fun. Friends that celebrate an event that is usually considered sad. Friends that are quick with a hug or a beer, if necessary. I've never been more understanding of "You find out who your friends are..." than in the last 9 months.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am so blessed. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">There is no hate. There are no angry feelings anymore. Time heals all wounds (another truth for sure) and my time to be <em>still</em> has passed. In fact, I feel nothing. It's such an odd place to be. There's no love, no hate, just nothing. As odd as it is, it's a wonderful place to be. I've worked hard to be here and I'm going to enjoy it. I'm practicing saying "ex-husband" rather than "husband", it's a habit that I know will be broken quickly. As a part of my identity (wife) goes away, part of me that I lost four years ago has come back brighter than ever. Music is sweeter again. Driving is fun again. Laughing is easier again. At least three people have told me that the Janette that they've known and loved for years is back and they've missed her dearly. I've missed her too. I feel like years have been lifted and I'm younger. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Phase I - the Breakup is complete. I've weathered it with my grace and dignity intact. I've set a good example for my child and I'm proud of myself. That's what's most important, I'm so proud of myself. And thankful for the friends and family who were kind enough to know when I needed a hug or a get yourself together lecture. Thankful for those that didn't back down when I pushed back. So thankful for those that knew I needed to be checked on daily. That I needed to be surrounded by the love of their families and distraction of joyful encounters. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am thankful for those who are taking another look at our relationship and realizing it is much more than just a friendship. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am blessed and I so am thankful for my life.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Ro5gwi5Na-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/_TLYrotlWog/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084107416464616418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Ro5gwi5Na-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/_TLYrotlWog/s320/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-29952468399403189352007-06-24T17:03:00.001-04:002007-06-24T17:19:56.012-04:00Shedir is Shedone!!<div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rn7cvEjXzPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/--8cHytBtgI/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079740130954562802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rn7cvEjXzPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/--8cHytBtgI/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rn7dSUjXzQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KvftRiS8OA/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079740736544951554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rn7dSUjXzQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KvftRiS8OA/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It only took me 8 months, but I finally finished </span><a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/knittyF04surp.pdf"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shedir</span></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> this morning. It's definitely the most complex pattern I've completed to date. It was the first time I've yanked the needles out of something other than stockinette and ripped back. About 10 rows had to be undone because </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I opted to only follow one line of the pattern when it came to shuffling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stitches</span> around. Some of the double decreases could be a little smoother, but I'm quite proud of it. I used the Rowan Calmer the pattern called for, but in an off white color. I bought a spare ball just in case one wasn't enough. Maybe I'll do a second one with it. I need to check my gauge on this. I'm thinking it might be a little on the small side. It is pretty stretchy, though. I love it and I think it's beautiful.</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut started at her new school last week. It's tradition for us to take a photo on her first day. She wasn't overly excited about doing it, though. Her new school is proving to be a great place for her to be. She actually woke up on Saturday and asked if she could go. That never happened with the old place. They have a different them each week. Last week's was the States. On Thursday, they talked about Mt. Rushmore. On Tuesday this week, they're tie-dying shirts. I can't wait to see what she comes home with.</span></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rn7ehUjXzRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zsw7a9dYb28/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079742093754617106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rn7ehUjXzRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zsw7a9dYb28/s320/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The divorce is final in 4 days. That's crazy to say. I know my checkbook is thankful this is all coming to a close. As I'm reminded constantly, it won't come to an end until October 2021 when Peanut turns 18. I'm thankful for the wonderful friends and family who helped remind me that dignity and grace are way more important than anything else. I'm celebrating with friends after the court appearance on Thursday. On Friday, I'm off to a much needed weekend vacation. I cannot wait!!! </span></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-53282831059617080372007-06-16T15:20:00.000-04:002007-06-16T15:39:47.836-04:0012 Days and Counting....<div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have my day in court on the 28<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>. It can't come soon enough. I'm so over all of the emotional crap and this is just the last stop in the journey to divorce. I might even have a little summer fling ready to start soon after. Nothing serious, just someone coming out of the woodwork after a long time. Surprising to me, really...but the best things tend to be that way, right? As my good friends say, I deserve someone nice who will treat me with respect. After all the drama, I'm so game for that. We'll see what happens.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I finished another hat for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dulaan</span>. I'm working on a third. I have photos, but they're trapped in the camera. All the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">USB</span> ports are in use backing up data and charging Grace at the moment. </span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The last two weeks have been kind of upside down here. Peanut's school had to unexpectedly close. As if the poor kid wasn't dealing with enough change right now. I had to do an unplanned day care center tour of all those close by. In the end, she was the one that chose which facility to switch to. None of them offered everything I wanted and they each had their own cons. She's super excited to start at her new school and she already has a little friend that attends there. It's quite a bit more for her to go there, but we always make do with making the budget work. It's a much better program education-wise and they also make sure to include community service work in their curriculum. That was a big selling point with me.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I'll close with a photo from our last trip to the zoo. They're opening a new giraffe viewing area where you can feed them crackers. I'm hoping we can get back again soon to see that.</span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RnQ8O0jXzOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_DNvmLRcAJY/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076748905276230882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RnQ8O0jXzOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_DNvmLRcAJY/s320/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-59282887269970034382007-05-30T23:14:00.000-04:002007-05-30T23:26:15.056-04:00Absenteeism<div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sorry I've been MIA here recently. To say I have a lot going on would be the understatement of the year. Everything in life is changing except my family & friends. Work, life, Peanut, even the house...not much I can say about any of it right now. Don't fret, Peanut changing is just the normal growing up stuff. She's fabulous.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Here are some photos to make up for my lack of postings:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2 squares were knit for </span><a href="http://specialstuff.typepad.com/sugar_bunny_boulevard/2007/05/rebuilding_gree.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Laura's Rebuilding <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Greensburg</span> </span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">project. I just peeked in on Laura for the link and saw that her Father-In-Law passed away over the weekend. Good thoughts and prayers are being sent to the Bunny Hutch. (Caron Simply Soft Tweed in Grape - love it! it's a little short on yardage for my liking, though)</span></div><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rl4-YsnoLkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Um1-0N5exY0/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070558824480910914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rl4-YsnoLkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Um1-0N5exY0/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut completed swim class and got a certificate granting her permission to take the next class. It'll be scheduled for some time this summer.</span></div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rl4-hcnoLlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TaqnI6DwJBk/s1600-h/swimcert.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070558974804766290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/Rl4-hcnoLlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TaqnI6DwJBk/s320/swimcert.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Well, that's all you're getting for now. Blogger's being weird and won't let me post any other photos. I finally completed one of the 5 items for The Dulaan Project for Grandpa's birthday (way back in March). I'm 1/3 of the way done with a 2nd item. Using a vacation day to cover sick time does wonders for simple projects that need some finishing up. Stress is not good for a body and I'm learning that one the hard way. Oy. This too shall pass, right?</span></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-86828645661462768892007-05-08T12:36:00.000-04:002007-05-08T12:40:34.913-04:0031 R O C K S ! ! !<p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I don't think I have ever celebrated a birthday as much as I have this one. It started Wednesday night. Some of my family came to watch Peanut's swim class. After class I got presents and a trip to DQ. I had forgotten just how good a blue raspberry freeze was. Thursday was the actual day. I got taken to Claddaugh for lunch. During my department celebration, flowers from Peanut were delivered. They are beautiful! I've never seen carnations arranged so well and I never knew they could be as fragrant as these are. You could smell them from the hall before you even got to my cube. They are now gracing our dining room table at home. The Fabulous Neighbor Family had cake and presents for me at their place that night. I had 9 little kids circled around me singing Happy Birthday. It was a great moment. I got a little teary eyed. Friday night, a group of us went to The Melting Pot. Heaven, pure heaven. It took us 4 hours to get through dinner. It was awesome. So relaxing. I felt like an adult and not just Peanut's Mom. They had Sinatra playing. The lights were dim. The drinks were awesome and the food was amazing. Highly recommend it. Saturday, I got more presents and taken out to dinner to TGIFridays. More drinks. Great food. If you go, get the donuts. They're so worth it!! Saturday night wound down with a party at my house. Good friends. More good food. Lots more drinks. Not too many, but LOTS more drinks. Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, but with fewer drinks and ending quite a bit earlier.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And the presents!! Holy cow!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">By far the biggest present I got was from FNJ. She used my house key without my knowing to let herself in. She spent several hours doing the Spring Cleaning that was put on hold because Mister was ill and unable to visit Peanut. The woman loves to clean. It makes her happy to clean. Initially, I was a little mad because I don't want anyone cleaning up after me....but then she told me how she wanted to do something nice for me and this was something she was good at and she knew I was stressing about getting it done. I have never had anyone do something so nice for me. Never. The house is beautiful. I can't thank her enough. And yes, I got teary eyed over it. I am so blessed to have such wonderful neighbors.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">On Wednesday night, my family gave me a gift. It's something I never expected or thought I would need, but I am thankful for it. I am now the proud owner of a tent. A camping tent. A 10x13x72", sleeps 5 people camping tent. Let me just say that I've been camping exactly twice in my life. The first time was 5th Grade Camp and we stayed in cabins with running water and electricity. The second time was in high school when I went to Girl Scout Camp as a PA. We stayed in platform tents with cots that were very near the bathroom/shower facility. So, camping is generally not high on my list. Now FNJ, they camp. They love to camp. They've invited Peanut and I to camp with them this summer. I called up Aunt and asked to borrow their tent as I know they are well equipped for this sort of thing. She agreed and I figured I'd be done with it. Nope, now I have my own tent to camp whenever I want. 31 is my year to have fun and try new things, so we're starting with camping I guess.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">On Thursday, I got to open my gifts from Peanut. She, Grandma and Aunt Peanut went to the new Dollar Store to shop. Aunt Peanut tells me she insisted I needed the yellow flyswatter with the giant flower on it. Kid's right. We didn't have one. Now I have one that's pretty as well as functional. I also received a cool magnet photo frame, a new magnetic shopping list and four coordinating magnets. A personal fan with the American Flag on it that lights up when it's run. Some cool hair clips and a bath scrubby on a long handle. There were many more goodies in the bag, but I can't remember off the top of my head. Thursday night, I opened the gifts from the neighbor kids. I've developed quite a little fan club. They each painted a container and a figurine for me. They are darling. They will soon be gracing our mantle. I'll post a photo soon.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And the yarn....I got some beautiful yarn from Knitpicks. I got two skeins of Memories in Rocky Mountain Dusk. Two skeins of Dancing in Hula and two skeins of in Campfire. I also got some new circs for Magic Loop and the new Harlot book. I'm about halfway through it and I'm really mixed on it. I'll save my comments for when I've finished it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I really needed this weekend. Peanut was visiting Mister, so I didn't have to worry about anyone but myself. Friday night, I finally felt like Janette again. Janette's been missing for a very, very long time. Sunday morning, I was reflecting on the last few days and felt so much lighter. The world seems brighter. The divorce will be final in June and life moves on...and it's a such better happier life! 30 was all about transition and growing. Quite honestly, it sucked and I was glad to see it end. 31 is the first year of the second third of my life. I am so blessed to have people that love me and appreciate me in my life. The last year has has some really dark times, but now the sun is shining and "Tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun". </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">PS A drunken trip to the grocery store Saturday night netted me a bag of Hershey kisses in the new confetti flavor. Love them! They are white chocolate with candy bits mixed in. I have a thing for Hershey kisses and all the different flavors, so these were an extra special birthday treat.</span></p>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-29421276421976417892007-04-30T20:37:00.000-04:002007-04-30T21:09:18.383-04:00Settling Dust<div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Wow! What a crazy few weeks it's been. I don't think it'll truly end until this weekend, either. Lots of BIG plans for this weekend!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut has continued with her swim classes. I swear she's part mermaid. At her second class, she didn't bother to wait for the teacher to come back to give her another turn at trying to swim. She hopped right off the side of the pool and into the water. They pulled her out and she acted like it was no big deal and she did it every day.</span></div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RjaPR5X4pdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J5iXnwtWoHk/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059388769018881490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RjaPR5X4pdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J5iXnwtWoHk/s320/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>We participated in <a href="http://www.walkamerica.org/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WalkAmerica</span></a> on Sunday with our family team. This year we raised $1,170! That brings our 3 year total to over $5,000. I am in total awe of that. That's just a few of my friends and family. The March of Dimes is near and dear to my heart. I know for a fact that if it weren't for them, I would not have the pleasure of being a mom to Peanut. Walking 3 miles and bugging people for money once a year is the very least I can do. (Also my 007 April Photo)</div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RjaP0pX4peI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rdxr0Y6j1LQ/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059389366019335650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RjaP0pX4peI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rdxr0Y6j1LQ/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>Not a whole lot has been going on with the knitting. I get in a few rows here and there. <a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEspring07/PATTmickey.html">Mickey</a> is still coming along. I'm about 1/3 of the way through it. It really doesn't look any different, so I'll spare you the photo. Erin and I start the <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/PATTclapotis.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Clapotis</span></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">KAL</span> on Thursday. It's my birthday and it's all about second chances. 30 was my year of transition. 31 is my year to start enjoying life again. </div><br /><div></div><div>Speaking of enjoying things again...I've started branching out from <a href="http://www.nick.com/all_nick/tv_supersites/display_show.jhtml?show_id=spo"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SpongeBob</span></a> in the evenings. Of course, I returned to <a href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/?ntrack_para1=leftnav_category0_show0">The Sopranos </a>when it came back. It should be an interesting ending. I've also become addicted to <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/tudors/home.do?source=shocom_nav">The Tudors</a>. That totally feeds right into my love for history and trashy romance novels. Well, I'm a reformed trashy romance novel reader. I have a total crush on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/georgestroumboulopoulos">George</a> from <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/thehour/">The Hour</a>. Smart, cute and hip. Yeah..I think I'd make a run for the border for him. <a href="http://www.hbo.com/biglove/?ntrack_para1=leftnav_category0_show2">Big Love </a>is returning in June. I can't wait to see where they take that show. The Easter Bunny brought me Season 1. I'm planning to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">rewatch</span> it before it comes back. <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/dexter/home.do?source=shocom_nav">Dexter</a> won't be back until October.<br /></div><div>That's it from here. Thanks for checking in. My good news from before was compounded with even better news (about something totally different). I'm still not ready to share, but I will as soon as I can. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>To apologize for the tease, here's a Peanut photo. That's wool in her hand from a freshly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">shorn</span> sheep. When you ask her what they do with the sheep's hair she'll reply, "Um, make it into yarn!"</div><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RjaOjpX4pcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rXZGXef9i7Q/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059387974449931714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RjaOjpX4pcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rXZGXef9i7Q/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-10679416082332874392007-04-17T00:27:00.000-04:002007-04-17T00:39:09.633-04:00Super Fast Drive Thru Post<div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Peanut had her first swim class</span> </div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiRN7uBsRGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fCfh3ihy2Rk/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054250370179286114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiRN7uBsRGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fCfh3ihy2Rk/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The Easter Bunny paid us a visit. He has great taste in yarn, dvds and chocolates.</span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiRNZOBsRFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Yz-CM-r6pM/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054249777473799250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiRNZOBsRFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Yz-CM-r6pM/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiROXOBsRHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DOkWFKbNgzU/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054250842625688690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiROXOBsRHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DOkWFKbNgzU/s320/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">The weather finally cooperated enough for Peanut to try out her new two-wheel bike.</span></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiRO5OBsRII/AAAAAAAAAFI/I_yKMnhW4RE/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054251426741240962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BYj1ZF3QK9M/RiRO5OBsRII/AAAAAAAAAFI/I_yKMnhW4RE/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And, I just got the best news yet this year! Can't share just yet...but it's no coincidence that it's timed along with the tax deadline.</span><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702984.post-75098124728345885812007-03-31T23:17:00.000-04:002007-03-31T23:36:03.023-04:00Hello Virus...Goodbye Harlot<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">My body family gave up and gave into the cold I've been fighting for the last week on Thursday night. A good friend of mine described her throat as feeling as if she were "swallowing glass". I'd have to say that's a pretty good way to say how I'm feeling. I broke down and bought some "behind the counter" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sudafed</span> on Friday. I'm now on the State of Michigan's books as having purchased 48 tablets. The stuff you can still buy on the shelf can't do anything compared to the real stuff. So, I feel like crud and will be skipping the Harlot visit tomorrow. Bummer. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I got my L&V Secret Pal swap box this week. My spoiler was none other than <a href="http://knitpsychos.hello-lovely.org/">Manda</a> from the Knitting Psychos podcast. She sent me a fabulous skein of hand dyed yarn. A super cool new chibi, bamboo cable needles, some needle clippy things, wool wash, a note book & pen, and some great candy. I have yet to photograph it but will soon. Thanks so much Manda!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">In super fabulous news...Baby Logan will be coming home soon after Easter. How awesome is that?! He's truly a miracle baby. Thank you for all of your good thoughts and prayers for him.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">meds</span> are finally kicking in and I'm heading to bed.</span>Janettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101603899492352213noreply@blogger.com