<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307</id><updated>2010-01-03T08:35:57.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><subtitle type='html'>to create...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>345</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-182372758866116468</id><published>2009-12-31T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:22:28.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Insights'/><title type='text'>Looking back...</title><content type='html'>Here we are, at the close of 2009. It's always tempting to say, "Already??" but this year has been so full and so good and so well-spent, that I can't really say that. What I can say is that for the first time in my life -- at least in my adult life -- I feel like I fully lived my year, and that is such a good feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1qUhgblII/AAAAAAAABvM/cXfQhQ2eBXQ/s1600-h/before-after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1qUhgblII/AAAAAAAABvM/cXfQhQ2eBXQ/s400/before-after.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By far, the biggest thing that happened this year was the changes I made in myself physically. I lost a total of 48 pounds from the end of November 2008 (when I decided, on a whim, to take up kickboxing) until today. During that time, I not only stuck with the kickboxing, but I came to love it. It's always a challenge and is never boring. I know I am physically healthier, but the kickboxing and subsequent weight loss has changed me in other ways that I find hard to describe. I just know that I'm a happier, more fulfilled person than I've been in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1tDFpW-gI/AAAAAAAABvU/OLQZ1djU5K0/s1600-h/activities.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1tDFpW-gI/AAAAAAAABvU/OLQZ1djU5K0/s400/activities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the sake of comprehensive documentation, my physical activities for the year also included a day of snowshoeing in January, an orienteering hike with my family in June, an impromptu photo hike and a day on the river kayaking with Angela in July, a hike in the Laurel Mountains with the kids during an unseasonably warm spell in early November, and (mostly) weekly indoor rock climbing sessions with my daughter through most of this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1vQ64lRvI/AAAAAAAABvc/EwPgtLyJ0z8/s1600-h/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1vQ64lRvI/AAAAAAAABvc/EwPgtLyJ0z8/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related to the health improvements are the changes I made to my eating habits. I was successful in cutting from my diet a lot of refined sugars, white flour-y/starchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;, processed foods, and grease. For the first time, I've clearly discerned a distinct connection between what I put in my body and how my body feels and performs. This has been reinforced for me this holiday season as I've indulged in a lot of sugary crap that I hadn't been eating, and as a result, I have felt miserable from it. Not miserable as in guilty, but physically ill. Hopefully this will serve to solidify my resolve to continue eating healthily in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1yoTm5RWI/AAAAAAAABvg/3NiWbYcctuM/s1600-h/garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1yoTm5RWI/AAAAAAAABvg/3NiWbYcctuM/s400/garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my effort to eat better, I tried again -- and more successfully than ever -- to be a gardener. My little salad garden produced greens galore as well as other yummy veggies including delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cukes&lt;/span&gt; and cherry tomatoes, at least until the blight hit in late summer. It was good while it lasted, though! Our large garden didn't fare as well. An early rain -- flooding rain -- destroyed a lot of it early in the summer, and it never really flourished after that. Oh, the weeds flourished mightily, but they plants couldn't really compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1yt1VD7KI/AAAAAAAABvk/GRznYEbs2UA/s1600-h/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1yt1VD7KI/AAAAAAAABvk/GRznYEbs2UA/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, however, end up with a nice crop of pumpkins by fall. And my flowers...they flourished beautifully all summer and well into fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz17EJvtifI/AAAAAAAABvo/ajEmfflfNDU/s1600-h/knitting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz17EJvtifI/AAAAAAAABvo/ajEmfflfNDU/s400/knitting.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting continued to be a huge part of my life this year. I completed approximately 45 projects this year (which includes finishing some things that had been started the year before). The biggest project I completed was my afghan swap afghan. What's funny is that of the 20 squares in my afghan, I only knit 2 of them. But there are 18 other squares out there in the world in other people's afghans that I did made, so it all works out. I love how mine came together and I really enjoy curling up under it. I again made charity hats each month, which I love to do (I still have my stash of hats, too...they need a home! If you know of a homeless charity that could use them, please let me know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz17OFz-RpI/AAAAAAAABvs/FdRTkyIZA4A/s1600-h/spinning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz17OFz-RpI/AAAAAAAABvs/FdRTkyIZA4A/s400/spinning.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may not have learned a ton of new knitting techniques this year, I did gain a lot of knowledge when it came to spinning. Having gotten my spinning wheel at the very end of 2008, spinning itself is a skill I definitely improved in a lot this year!  I also had the enjoyment of knitting with some of my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handspun&lt;/span&gt; yarn this year, and I got to take part in Tour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Fleece with my wheel instead of trying to drop spindle like I had previously. Much more successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz2Pm8vRQ3I/AAAAAAAABvw/tJLjWoP_58k/s1600-h/travel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz2Pm8vRQ3I/AAAAAAAABvw/tJLjWoP_58k/s400/travel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I traveled a lot this year. Crazy a lot, especially in the first half of the year. In March, Kevin and I went on a weekend jaunt to Virgina and Maryland -- first to visit Mt. Vernon and then to attend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Handspun&lt;/span&gt; Yarn Party. In April, we escaped a late season snow when we went to Florida to visit my mom over Easter. In a quick turnaround, I then headed off to St. Louis for The Loopy Ewe's Spring Fling knitting retreat. What fun that was! (So excited that I get to go again!) On the heels of Fling, I drove myself down to my very first fiber festival, Maryland Sheep &amp;amp; Wool. And if one fiber festival is good, two are better, so I drove west with Cosy to the Great Lakes Fiber Festival later in May. At this point, I was sufficiently traveled out and did not get in my car for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;road trips&lt;/span&gt; until I went to Plymouth, PA at the end of August and again over Halloween weekend to watch my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt; in her two fights. Then in November, I drove my son and grandson back to NC after Thanksgiving and enjoyed a couple days' hiatus from real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz2Rrv-MehI/AAAAAAAABv0/Z4sKp4xfVIc/s1600-h/life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz2Rrv-MehI/AAAAAAAABv0/Z4sKp4xfVIc/s400/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the family front, we continued to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;, beginning our tenth year this fall, which is also our first high school year. I went to my 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (!!) high school reunion in August and then turned 43 in September. My mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;step dad&lt;/span&gt; came to visit in early October, which was so nice. And then Muffin came and joined our family later that month! And also this fall, Angela and I started &lt;a href="http://weeklyphotothemes.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;VoaT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which we hope to continue through the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz2ToGErgpI/AAAAAAAABv4/nwV4SGFgrBo/s1600-h/ash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz2ToGErgpI/AAAAAAAABv4/nwV4SGFgrBo/s400/ash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some rough spots in our extended family this year, with illnesses and personal trials, but I think it is safe to say we all managed through. Sometimes, that is the best you can do, you know? On a bright note, we did get to spend a lot of time with our grandson this year, as he spent several chunks of time up here in PA visiting with all his grandparents. What a blessing that was. He may not remember those times as he gets older, but I will always treasure the time we had to spend with him this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there are other things I could note about my year, but I'll spare you. Much of this is probably redundant in that I've already blogged a lot of it as it was happening. Writing it out in this summary form, though, helps me realize just how good a year it has been...how full and rewarding it was. I am so thankful for this life of mine. I know it is fragile and could change in a heartbeat. So I take this time now to thank God for all that has been this year -- even the hard moments -- and pray his blessing on the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-182372758866116468?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/182372758866116468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=182372758866116468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/182372758866116468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/182372758866116468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking back...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sz1qUhgblII/AAAAAAAABvM/cXfQhQ2eBXQ/s72-c/before-after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-4433933227824772557</id><published>2009-12-25T00:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:00:11.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Op'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, in pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb2lPwXNHI/AAAAAAAABvE/PWYcS3_Dtxs/s1600-h/starbuck-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb2X8Gs4sI/AAAAAAAABuM/Ct_EIvRLkX8/s400/cards-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419790092718629570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-4433933227824772557?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4433933227824772557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=4433933227824772557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/4433933227824772557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/4433933227824772557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-in-pictures.html' title='Merry Christmas, in pictures...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb2lPwXNHI/AAAAAAAABvE/PWYcS3_Dtxs/s72-c/starbuck-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-1631349761644411798</id><published>2009-12-24T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:52:28.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Op'/><title type='text'>Getting ready...</title><content type='html'>What happens when you want to take advantage of the fact that the whole family is clean and dressed nicely before heading to church on Christmas Eve, but you've failed to budget time into your schedule to actually set up the tripod so that you don't have to resort to trying to balance your camera on its side on a pillow, thus ending up with shots that all look like they were taken by the dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb1CUVXzXI/AAAAAAAABt0/ayc99aYW378/s1600-h/family-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb1CUVXzXI/AAAAAAAABt0/ayc99aYW378/s400/family-3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what you get. And this was the best of the bunch. So sad. It's a shame I don't know someone who is good at taking pictures. Ahem. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Muffin, she really couldn't have cared less that it was Christmas. Honestly, unless something smells good or involves food, she's pretty apathetic about it. Or else she's scared of it. Like in this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb1kCn9PhI/AAAAAAAABt4/iWWqW6hqmHU/s1600-h/muffin-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb1kCn9PhI/AAAAAAAABt4/iWWqW6hqmHU/s400/muffin-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's been asleep on the couch, and I thought it would be fun to try and get a picture of her with the reindeer, but I knew full well if she knew it was anywhere near her, she'd take off. So I gingerly placed it there then woke her up and snapped the picture. And yep...as soon as she saw the reindeer, she jumped down off the couch. :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-1631349761644411798?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1631349761644411798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=1631349761644411798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/1631349761644411798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/1631349761644411798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-ready.html' title='Getting ready...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Szb1CUVXzXI/AAAAAAAABt0/ayc99aYW378/s72-c/family-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-7969221145350255467</id><published>2009-12-21T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:44:43.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Christmas snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sy8WMYTh5XI/AAAAAAAABtY/T-kfyRrCw6s/s1600-h/snow1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We enjoyed a most wonderful early winter snow storm this weekend. While we got a modest 6" here, compared to what those in other areas received, I'll take it! It's beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sy8WMYTh5XI/AAAAAAAABtY/T-kfyRrCw6s/s1600-h/snow1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sy8WMYTh5XI/AAAAAAAABtY/T-kfyRrCw6s/s400/snow1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came down overnight Friday into Saturday and continued until Saturday night before finally coming to an end. What made it more beautiful for me was that I had nowhere to go on Saturday, so I could just enjoy being snowed in and watching it fall. I spent a good part of the day in the dining room where I had a wonderful view of this winter wonderland while I was wrapping gifts. Then I sat and spent time knitting by the light of the Christmas tree. What a perfect day it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was, as far as we know, Muffin's first chance to ever be out in a big snow. Well, big for her, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sy8W_F3mT9I/AAAAAAAABtg/40fkcpNGfM8/s1600-h/muffin%20snow-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sy8W_F3mT9I/AAAAAAAABtg/40fkcpNGfM8/s400/muffin%20snow-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was hard to get a good picture of her because she just wanted to leap and bound around in it! Leaping was essential to her, as those six inches came up to her furry little belly. She was so cute! She kept sticking her muzzle all the way into the deep snow, then she'd snuffle and sneeze after inhaling it. Then she decided it tasted great and spent a lot of time eating it. What's funny is that Kevin actually plowed a path to the side yard where she has her potty spot, but when she walks over there and meets the wall of snow at the end of the path -- which separates her from her favorite potty tree -- she won't go unless she traverses the high snow and gets to the tree! She is not interested in going at the end of the plowed path. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten some knitted gifts finished, but I'll wait until they get to their intended recipients before posting photos. And aside from a few minor items, I am happy to say that I am ready for Christmas! I only had one day last week where I totally went into freak-out mode, but ever since, I've been fine. Baking is done, cards are (mostly) out, gifts are all bought and (mostly) wrapped. Today will be our last day of school before taking two weeks off. And I can't quit thinking about just how blessed I feel right now. Life is good, thank you God! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-7969221145350255467?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7969221145350255467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=7969221145350255467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7969221145350255467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7969221145350255467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-snow.html' title='Christmas snow!'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sy8WMYTh5XI/AAAAAAAABtY/T-kfyRrCw6s/s72-c/snow1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-7202031833002583103</id><published>2009-12-19T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:33:53.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I'm St. Louis bound again this April!</title><content type='html'>Yep! I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TLE&lt;/span&gt; e-mail today informing me that I am the lucky recipient of one of the 125 lottery spots for Spring Fling 2010! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;! I was on the fence about throwing my name in since I got in last year, and I only decided to do so at the last minute. I know hundreds of people sign up to go into the lottery, so I really did not expect to get in again. But, I did, so...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! :) (Here's the link to &lt;a href="http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-fling-recap.html"&gt;my recap of last year's Fling&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bummer, though, that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; from last year didn't make it this time. Darn. :( I'll miss you, Janice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to figure out a budget to get this puppy paid for by mid-March. And I need to keep my eye open for good airfares, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-7202031833002583103?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7202031833002583103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=7202031833002583103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7202031833002583103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7202031833002583103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-st-louis-bound-again-this-april.html' title='I&apos;m St. Louis bound again this April!'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-6944058170190256575</id><published>2009-12-16T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:11:23.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Bits'/><title type='text'>So, Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>...less than 10 days away. Unlike some years past, when I've been insane in my plans to knit Christmas gifts out the wazoo, my plans this year have been incredibly modest. I started out with plans for four knitted gifts, three of which I would have some leeway in the deadline because I probably wouldn't see the intended receivers until after the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. None of these projects are particularly large...no sweaters or afghans or anything crazy like that. Not even any socks, which though they are small are far more time consuming due to their small gauge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have done well with sticking to the plan -- four knitted gifts. Period. One is done. One is more than half done. One is started. That's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm noticing the crazy beginning to seep in. Like, oh, maybe a hat for my hubby. I haven't knit him a new hat in a couple years, and the last one I made him is looking kinda shabby. I can whip out a hat in a few hours. So...maybe a hat can be added without increasing my stress. Sounds pretty reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...there's the sweater I have started for my daughter. It's more than halfway done. And I found the perfect turtle neck to go under it! That would make a nice Christmas gift, wouldn't it? Yes, it would. This would take more time and effort to get done than the hat, but still, not all together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;undoable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...if I knit something for the husband and something for the girlie, that leaves the boy child out. And though he's a boy, he does appreciate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hand knits&lt;/span&gt;, I gotta say. He's been bugging me for a pair of gloves for years now. To this point, I've told him I don't do fingers. But really...how hard can they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even dwell on the handful of casual friends I have who I've started thinking I'd like to knit something for, just because. That crosses over from crazy to lock-her-up-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap: there are less than 10 days until Christmas. Of the four definite knitted gifts I'm planning, only one is complete. I'm considering three more, with the fantasy of possibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; four more if I suddenly learn to exist without sleep and find a way to stretch the day to 30 hours instead of 24. And none of this even touches on the other stuff I have to do -- the mailing, the baking, the wrapping. :::sigh::: I was feeling so virtuous due to having accomplished most of my shopping earlier than usual. Karma doesn't like the virtuous. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kicker here? I have been finding everything to do in my spare(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) time except knit. I've even been spinning this past week, for Pete's sake! Who does that when there is gift knitting to be done??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, folks...it is most definitely the season for fiber-induced insanity. And I imagine that more than a few of you might be suffering from the same malady. May we all make it out in once piece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-6944058170190256575?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6944058170190256575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=6944058170190256575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/6944058170190256575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/6944058170190256575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-christmas-is.html' title='So, Christmas is...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-8327268783134661151</id><published>2009-12-08T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:22:11.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches and Stash'/><title type='text'>Pattern: Call Before Digging Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sx0gcVjmMDI/AAAAAAAABs4/E6jVJ-LQVJA/s1600-h/callbeforedigging-both.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sx0gb3ho6xI/AAAAAAAABsw/eXd8EyIgDRs/s1600-h/callbeforedigging-green.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412517990302804754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sx0gb3ho6xI/AAAAAAAABsw/eXd8EyIgDRs/s400/callbeforedigging-green.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Green CBD hat made from Queensland Collection Kathmandu DK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my goals for 2009 was to do more designing. I often design on the fly as I'm knitting, but it's the actual writing-it-down-for-a-pattern part that I have a hard time getting to! However, I do have a few that I've been working on, and this is the first of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412517985631871650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sx0gbmIAIqI/AAAAAAAABso/K4XAvyCrQqs/s400/callbeforedigging-tan.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tan CBD hat made from &lt;a href="http://threeirishgirls.com"&gt;Three Irish Girls&lt;/a&gt; Springvale Super Merin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Design ideas come about in strange ways. For instance, here where I live, signs abound near the location of underground utilities warning homeowners to "Call before digging!" lest they inadvertently dig up a gas line, water pipe or utility cable. Introducing the &lt;i&gt;Call Before Digging&lt;/i&gt; hat, which features one cable that is buried in a ground of ribbing. Around the hat you go, and then suddenly, there is the cable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412517998364078130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sx0gcVjmMDI/AAAAAAAABs4/E6jVJ-LQVJA/s400/callbeforedigging-both.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; width: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good pattern for newer knitters wanting to push their skills beyond straight knitting and purling. It is written to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comfortably&lt;/span&gt; stretch and fit a 22" circumference head, but it is easily customized by adding or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subtracting&lt;/span&gt; K2, P2 ribbing segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The pattern uses approximately 150 yards of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DK&lt;/span&gt; weight or light worsted weight yarn and is knit in the round on 16" US7 circular needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Call Before Digging&lt;/i&gt; is available for purchase for $3.00 as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt; download through the &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/call-before-digging"&gt;pattern page&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt; or by using the button below. (You do not need to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt; member to purchase the pattern through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt; shop using this button.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/purchase/fibernymphs-ravelry-store/26279"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ravelry.com/images/shopping/buy-now.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-8327268783134661151?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8327268783134661151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=8327268783134661151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/8327268783134661151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/8327268783134661151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/pattern-call-before-digging-hat.html' title='Pattern: Call Before Digging Hat'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Sx0gb3ho6xI/AAAAAAAABsw/eXd8EyIgDRs/s72-c/callbeforedigging-green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-3623301930978282107</id><published>2009-12-04T13:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:51:55.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Insights'/><title type='text'>Winds of change...</title><content type='html'>I was just telling a friend last night that I've been feeling the winds of change blowing around me lately. Some things are changes I have no control over, others are things I either want or need to change and am still figuring out how best to accomplish those changes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I've been thinking about lately is my blog. Generally speaking, I enjoy blogging. But lately I haven't been very enthusiastic about doing it, which is why I haven't done it much. I think maybe that is reflective of some of the other changes that may or may not be happening in my world. It may just be that my blog needs an overhaul...move the furniture around a bit. Or maybe I need to reassess my purpose for the blog...regain my focus, or determine a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must ponder.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-3623301930978282107?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3623301930978282107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=3623301930978282107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3623301930978282107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3623301930978282107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of change...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-3038495326010137392</id><published>2009-12-02T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:25:34.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Bits'/><title type='text'>Woosh...</title><content type='html'>...is the sound deadlines make as they go flying by. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Not doing so well with the deadlines lately. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; socks, which I hoped to have finished by 11/30 to qualify for the prizes in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; group at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt;? Never finished. This is beginning to be a trend, as I didn't finish last year's pair on time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/span&gt;? Never even made it to 10K words this year. In all honestly though, I hadn't been planning to do it at all and only joined at the last minute on a whim. I had no strong idea for my novel, and while I did manage about 7,000 words of an idea I've had for many years, there were so many directions I could have taken with it that I just sort of became paralyzed and stalled. Oh well. Another year, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, both of these things were voluntary. No huge ramifications for not meeting them. Frankly, the deadlines I've got right now for things are largely voluntary as well. I've got some Christmas knitting on the needles, which would be really good to finish by, say, Christmas. But if I don't? It's not like I can't find something else to give these people. My other current deadline things are all normal stuff -- paying bills, household stuff, etc. They'll get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm in re-entry mode. After driving my son and his son back home to NC on Sunday, and then spending an extra day down there to avoid driving 10+ hours home in the rain yesterday, I made the trek back north today. I listened to about a dozen &lt;a href="http://www.willwriteforwine.com/"&gt;Will Write for Wine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;podcasts&lt;/span&gt; that were backlogged on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; (most of which were very old, seeing as the weekly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WWFW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;podcasts&lt;/span&gt; had ended over a year ago and only started up again two months ago, on a monthly basis). They made the trip go by quickly. (Listening to these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;podcasts&lt;/span&gt; has me in a want-to-write mood now, which is ironic considering my dismal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NaNo&lt;/span&gt; performance last month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is good to be home, and the house is still remarkably neat and tidy (see, it paid to do all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-holiday cleaning I did last week!), which is always nice to come back to. I'm really tired now, though, so I think it will be an early bed time. Work on any deadlines will have to wait until morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-3038495326010137392?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3038495326010137392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=3038495326010137392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3038495326010137392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3038495326010137392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/woosh.html' title='Woosh...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-7343487094394916497</id><published>2009-11-26T00:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:03:47.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So Thankful'/><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>The pies are baked. The stuffing is made. The turkey is stuffed. The oldest is home and his son is with him. We're a full house for the next four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow, and then we'll do Christmas on Friday since its unlikely we'll see either of them in December. My house is decorated for both holidays right now...it's a little schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be thankful for, so much that I tend to take for granted, especially when times are as frenetic as they've been this fall. My hope for the weekend and for the coming month is to slow down and simply enjoy and try to more fully appreciate all that God has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, God, for my friends and family,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for my husband and children and my grandson,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and even for this dog who is a bit psycho with all the people in the house right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the food in my kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that I have a kitchen that is attached to a house that has a roof that keeps us warm and dry and sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hank you for the cars that take us from our house&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to the places we need to go, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and thank you that one of those places is my husband's job, which he goes to willingly each day in order to care for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our health,&lt;br /&gt;and for providing for our needs,&lt;br /&gt;even the ones we don't realize we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And thank you for those things we don't need,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; and the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;iPods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, and great TV shows and cable with &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DVR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and for more clothes than any of us really needs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the ways you enrich my life with simple joys,&lt;br /&gt;with books and words and music,&lt;br /&gt;with yarn and fiber and patterns and spinning,&lt;br /&gt;and with kickboxing and sweat and bruises that let me know I'm doing something good for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for the faith that sustains me,&lt;br /&gt;for your love and provision,&lt;br /&gt;and for the gift of your Son, who is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends, wherever you are, I wish you a most blessed Thanksgiving holiday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-7343487094394916497?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7343487094394916497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=7343487094394916497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7343487094394916497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7343487094394916497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-8837415969959094226</id><published>2009-11-22T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:42:36.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Bits'/><title type='text'>What's happening?</title><content type='html'>Well, first, what isn't happening...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NaNo&lt;/span&gt;. I bogged out early on at less than 10,000 words. There is little hope at this point for a resurgence. Just isn't turning out to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NaNo&lt;/span&gt; year for me after all. On the flip side, my daughter is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NaNo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; tremendously well! I am so proud of her for how dedicated she's been. She's over the halfway point, and while she's running short on time, she is not running short on enthusiasm. Her every spare moment has been spent hogging the laptop and writing like the wind. She's amazing. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're halfway through our second quarter of the school year. I always consider the first quarter a baseline from which the rest of the year is measured and from which I gauge what changes I need to make. I'm pretty pleased with how well the first quarter went, considering it was our first high school quarter. I continue, however, to feel harried by it all. I just have not yet felt like I've gotten this school year in hand. It's like it has a will of it's own, and I'm working to keep up with it. It's not a bad thing, really...it's just giving me a good idea of how better I can prepare in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is four days away, and for the first time in 15 years, we will not be hosting it here. We'll be going to my in-laws' house this year, as it will be easier for Kevin's grandfather, who has been battling health issues all year. I'm still in charge of the turkey though, which is fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our oldest will be coming home for the holiday, and our grandson will be here as well, so the two of them will get to enjoy some good father-son bonding time, which will be nice. Since I'm pretty sure we won't get to see either of them for Christmas, we're going to enjoy an early Christmas celebration with them while they are here, too, which will be fun. It just means I need to be even more organized than usual before they arrive on Wednesday. I'm trying not to hyperventilate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that brings me to Christmas shopping. I started today, and I got a pretty good bit of it done...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! Must of the remainder will be gift cards (what a wonderful invention those have been!) and some things I can order online. In other words, I shouldn't need to set foot in the mall more than maybe one more time, and I can assure you it definitely will NOT be on Black Friday. Whatever possible sale savings there might be in shopping on that day, it is not worth the cost to my sanity. (Though I shouldn't say never...Black Friday afternoon isn't really too bad. All the early morning crazy shoppers are home by then and taking a nap.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I started listening to Christmas music yesterday. I rarely ever voluntarily listen to it before Thanksgiving, but I think the fact that we aren't hosting Thanksgiving here this year is helping me move forward to Christmas a little earlier. I'm even planning to decorate before Thursday. Crazy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the knitting front, most of my efforts have been on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;entrelac&lt;/span&gt; shawl, which is so not a necessary item to be working on at this point, but it's fun and easy and makes a good carry-around project, as I've been avoiding more socks right now...not sure why. I really need to get working on Emma's sweater, which is languishing with the back and part of one front done. And then there is the idea of knitting Christmas gifts...hahahah...or maybe not. :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-8837415969959094226?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8837415969959094226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=8837415969959094226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/8837415969959094226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/8837415969959094226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-7760416803387324077</id><published>2009-11-13T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:59:04.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Minute Friday'/><title type='text'>Five Minute Friday: Things I'm Pondering</title><content type='html'>After a really, really, really, really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; long hiatus from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FMF&lt;/span&gt; posts (the last one was in...April!), I'm feeling list-y today so I thought I'd share some of the things I ponder now and again. Beware. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;I wonder what I would do if I ever happened upon a dead body?&lt;/i&gt; It seems to happen with great regularity to people on television and in movies, and people are dying or being murdered every day, right? Thus, it seems perfectly reasonable that some time in my life I might stumble upon one somewhere, and I can't help but wonder how I'll react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Why does the cardinal mock me?&lt;/i&gt; One of my photographic goals has been to capture that bright red bird against a background of snowy white in the winter. Or against a background of evergreen any other time of year. I'm not too picky. But every time I see one of these guys (and yes, we're talking males only here because the females aren't the bright red ones), he'll sit in one perfect spot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forEVER&lt;/span&gt;...until I go to retrieve my camera, and he's gone. &lt;i&gt;Every time&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;How can I not own size ____ knitting needles???&lt;/i&gt; Seriously, my collection of knitting needles is huge. HUGE. While I don't have that many straight needles because I don't use them often, and I have a limited number of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DPNs&lt;/span&gt; because I prefer other methods for knitting in the round, I have dozens of circular needles in lengths ranging from 9" to 48" and in sizes from US000 to US15. Among those, I have multiples of the sizes I use most frequently, such as US2 for socks and US6-8 for most of the garments I make. How, then, can I not have the correct size needle in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; length for the project I decide to start at 9 p.m. on a Saturday night? It boggles the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;When is my daughter going to quit growing?&lt;/i&gt; Seriously. She's taller than me now. Her feet have passed mine already so we can't even share shoes. We have the hardest time finding skirts for her because they all end up being too short. I guess I can only pray that she maintains this lovely, tall, willowy figure throughout her life. It's the least nature can do for her considering the fact that she's the one of my three kids who ended up with braces, glasses and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crohn's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;What is it about the midnight hour that says "play time" to our dog?&lt;/i&gt; Muffin sleeps. A lot. Most of the day, in fact. (I'm beginning to suspect that she's really just an odd looking cat. :}) Other than her brief waking breaks to eat, pee and poop and occasionally get into something she shouldn't, she seems quite happy to spend most of her time curled up wherever I am. Sure, if we put her on the leash and take her outside, she's happy to be out there sniffing around, but other than that, she's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;snoozer&lt;/span&gt;. Until &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nighttime&lt;/span&gt;. After everyone else is in bed and I'm the only one up with her, she suddenly decides it would be the perfect time to run around and play. And when I decide to turn in for the night and try to get her to come with me to her little nest next to my side of the bed, she's started playing the "Let's ransack the waste cans" game that now requires me to stash all waste baskets in the house out of her reach before I lay down. Crazy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-7760416803387324077?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7760416803387324077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=7760416803387324077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7760416803387324077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7760416803387324077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-minute-friday-thiings-im-pondering.html' title='Five Minute Friday: Things I&apos;m Pondering'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-3290900164088885096</id><published>2009-11-09T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:02:28.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches and Stash'/><title type='text'>Knitting updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Finally! Some finished objects to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;First, my Zombie Socks, in all of their zombie-bruise pooling glory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1DFh05qI/AAAAAAAABpo/4YhpZrp2qZE/s1600-h/zombiesocks-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1DFh05qI/AAAAAAAABpo/4YhpZrp2qZE/s400/zombiesocks-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What I didn't realize until I was done with the second one is that the pooling, while looking pretty random, actually is fairly symmetrical on the socks (not that you can see that here because they aren't facing the camera...you'll just have to trust me on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1GFV5WGI/AAAAAAAABp4/9riOvQQsUQk/s1600-h/zombiesocks2-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1GFV5WGI/AAAAAAAABp4/9riOvQQsUQk/s400/zombiesocks2-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; This little side-cable patterning I added on the fly while knitting my first toe-up socks makes me so happy. And that I thought ahead to make the cables go in opposite directions on each foot just makes me giddy. Let's hear it for forward thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1EwdajuI/AAAAAAAABpw/126zOEem33A/s1600-h/zombiesocks3-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1EwdajuI/AAAAAAAABpw/126zOEem33A/s320/zombiesocks3-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at that happy toe! Love&lt;b&gt; (1,000)&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And then there is my November charity hat. These hats, as I've probably said before, are usually just me whipping out a hat with my usual, plain-vanilla hat pattern and it's assorted mix &amp;amp; match options. This time, I let the yarn guide me. The MC was a ball of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handspun&lt;/span&gt; yarn I purchased somewhere a couple years ago (tag is long gone) and never did anything with. It's been languishing in my "odd ball" basket. Also in there was a small ball of leftover Kathmandu from some mitts I made a friend for Christmas last year. The two went together nicely, so I decided to give a corrugated rib a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1JzUH12I/AAAAAAAABqI/im6O04_vChU/s1600-h/novhat-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1JzUH12I/AAAAAAAABqI/im6O04_vChU/s400/novhat-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no idea if I did it correctly. I just knew the basic concept was the knit is done in one color and the purl is done in a second color. I think maybe there is more to it than that (like how the yarn is overlapped in the stranding on the back?), but since it was an experiment, I just went with it. And I was really happy with how it turned out! It makes for a really sturdy brim, not all that stretchy, but it fits snugly (in a good way) and will definitely keep the wearer's ears warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handspun&lt;/span&gt; was not very big, and as I got near the top, I feared I was going to run out of yarn before I ran out of hat. So I came back down to the stash and dug out a ball of Plymouth Tweed that was a very close match in color to the Kathmandu (I'd used all of that in the brim) and mimicked the look of the corrugated rib at the top of the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1ItqAj7I/AAAAAAAABqA/p21ubbr361c/s1600-h/novhat2-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1ItqAj7I/AAAAAAAABqA/p21ubbr361c/s400/novhat2-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up looking like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upside down&lt;/span&gt; acorn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, but I think it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, I would have had enough to finish the hat in the MC, but I kind of enjoy the look of the two-color mock-rib on the top...&lt;i&gt;it's a design element, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dontchaknow&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/i&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-3290900164088885096?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3290900164088885096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=3290900164088885096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3290900164088885096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3290900164088885096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/11/knitting-updates.html' title='Knitting updates...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/Svm1DFh05qI/AAAAAAAABpo/4YhpZrp2qZE/s72-c/zombiesocks-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-3817042853103965331</id><published>2009-11-01T23:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:08:12.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socktoberfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Bits'/><title type='text'>A whole new month...</title><content type='html'>So...it's November already. Huh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry...I wish I had something more riveting to post about than the ridiculously obvious pronouncement of the date. However. I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, wait. Maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um...nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe just a few random notes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note #1: I may be too old to do road trips across the state and back, within 24 hours, that involve staying awake the whole time and driving through the night. In fact, this could account for my current lack of focus in this blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note #2: The oldest child, our son in the Marines, was just home to visit the past nine days. He hasn't lived here in over five years, so it is always startling to me how much fuller the house feels when he IS here and then again how there suddenly feels like there is a huge, quiet void when he's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note #3: Sunday afternoon naps are one of life's treasures. Seven-hour long Sunday afternoon naps are probably too much of a good thing and likely will not bode well for going to bed tonight. (Why did I take a seven hour nap? See RN #1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note #4: I wish I could read the minds of my teenagers sometimes. It is likely good that I can't, but still, it might make things easier on occasion if I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note #5: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; came and went without me finishing either of my pairs of socks I was working on. Zombie sock #2 will likely be finished soon, but this year's Mystery Sock pair came to a grinding halt at the same point as last year's pair...in the foot section of the first sock. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully I'll manage to finish them up by the end of November, though, and not wait until next year, like I did with last year's pair. I really could use a couple pair of new socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note #6: I have to have surgery in a couple of weeks. Really, it is more of a procedure than actual surgery to my way of thinking, but the doctor keeps referring to it as surgery. And I have to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op blood work and tests done. So I guess it is surgery. I wasn't all that freaked out about it until they started calling it surgery, but now I would like to just ignore it and hope it goes away. And, while I'm not an overly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;superstitious&lt;/span&gt; person, I have to wonder what I was thinking to have scheduled it for Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. :::sigh::: What is irking me more than anything about the whole thing, though, is that I've been informed I'll need to take at least two weeks off from the gym afterward. Not happy about that. At all. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note #7: I am tired, in every sense of the word. The past couple weeks have just sapped me, though I'm not entirely sure why. Too many things to do and too many things on my mind. But hey! It is November! A new month! My calendar is blessedly open compared to the past two months, so I'm really hoping for some time of rejuvenation. I could use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-3817042853103965331?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3817042853103965331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=3817042853103965331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3817042853103965331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3817042853103965331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-new-month.html' title='A whole new month...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-7535425072175151226</id><published>2009-10-22T13:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:08:57.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches and Stash'/><title type='text'>Because I have no new knitting to show you...</title><content type='html'>...I'm still working on the same two pairs of socks, which don't look much different right now, and I have made no progress on the girlie's vest -- I thought I'd at least post some pictures of yarn. And the dog. Yarn first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really, really good about not adding to the stash lately, other than yarn I've spun (which I haven't done any spinning real recently either...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;...). My main exception has been my membership in &lt;a href="http://threeirishgirls.com/"&gt;Three Irish Girls&lt;/a&gt;' Pick of the Knitter monthly yarn club. I love Sharon's yarns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much. I'm into my third three-month subscription now, and I can't stop. If you're looking for a yarn club to join, check it out. I think there's a waiting list for it at this point, but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my most recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PotK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yarnie&lt;/span&gt; goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXxQiQoLI/AAAAAAAABmY/TDPiphd7g-I/s1600-h/3igyarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXxQiQoLI/AAAAAAAABmY/TDPiphd7g-I/s400/3igyarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479226097901746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seacoast and Sandcastle in the Adorn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yarnbase&lt;/span&gt;...these are club-only colorways, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further illuminate how good I've been about adding new yarn to my life, I should point out that I have not placed an order with &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/"&gt;The Loopy Ewe&lt;/a&gt; since APRIL. Seriously! Can you believe it? I know! Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...I hadn't placed an order since April until last week, when I broke down and bought this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXx7L5JBI/AAAAAAAABmw/zt5qZqIiXF0/s1600-h/tempted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXx7L5JBI/AAAAAAAABmw/zt5qZqIiXF0/s400/tempted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479237546812434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Tempted Yarns, Festival of Lights colorway. As soon as I saw it, I envisioned a snowflake motif shawl or wrap...if only I could find the perfect pattern for such a thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXxvucuoI/AAAAAAAABmg/MMPdaDLL2W0/s1600-h/fiberphile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXxvucuoI/AAAAAAAABmg/MMPdaDLL2W0/s400/fiberphile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479234470525570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fiberphile&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Batwings&lt;/span&gt; colorway...love that name! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to use this for the sock pattern I've been designing. Really wanted a nice brown for it. I think this will do well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/browse/patterns/born-to-knit/dragon-hats/"&gt;cool hat pattern&lt;/a&gt; from Born to Knit (I rarely ever buy hat patterns, but this one was too cool to pass up as it features a dragon!) But hey...I had a $25 gift credit sitting there...since April! So it was almost like not buying anything really. :} (Yes, Rationalizations R Us. Problem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that kept me from adding to the stash in recent months was just avoiding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LYS&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. Funny that. If you don't go to a yarn store, you don't tend to buy yarn. But, a couple weeks ago, I had to go there because I needed a couple pair of needles (I know, unbelievable that I was lacking needles, trust me, but I don't have huge numbers of 16" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;circs&lt;/span&gt;, and I needed two sizes that I didn't have...not that I've actually started the project I needed them for yet, but that's beside the point). Of course, I had to take a spin around the shop and check out the yarn while I was there. I was so good, though. I picked up nothing. Until. I came to the sale bin, and there was an entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cubby&lt;/span&gt; full of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXx_NM9BI/AAAAAAAABmo/5LGLvSVkR8U/s1600-h/malabrigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXx_NM9BI/AAAAAAAABmo/5LGLvSVkR8U/s400/malabrigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479238626046994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, if you're like me, you'll probably think, "That colorway is kind of...ugly." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, neon purple and brown and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pukey&lt;/span&gt; yellow...it is such an odd combo of colors and it in no way screams "yum" to me like so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Malabrigo&lt;/span&gt; colorways do. But, see, THAT was the challenge. I thought a yarn that looks this ugly surely will knit up to be a surprise and delight! I must try and see what I get! So I bought two hanks of it, and, well...we'll see. (As I was checking out, the person ringing me up asked what my plans were for this yarn...and I told her my theory...and then it dawned on me that maybe it is not considered polite to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LYS&lt;/span&gt; salespeople that their yarn is ugly, even if there is a whole bin of it in the discount area, which pretty much says to me that I'm probably not the only person who thought it was ugly. But, you know... :})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXyBsZNlI/AAAAAAAABm4/oZc4ROMxp4c/s1600-h/muffin2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXyBsZNlI/AAAAAAAABm4/oZc4ROMxp4c/s400/muffin2-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479239293744722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi! I'm cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCX6smwCXI/AAAAAAAABnA/hCYrIECetyI/s1600-h/emandmuf-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCX6smwCXI/AAAAAAAABnA/hCYrIECetyI/s400/emandmuf-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479388251752818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is she sitting me in this pile of crunchy stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCX7OgTkTI/AAAAAAAABnQ/aVcjNS3CsVQ/s1600-h/muffin3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCX7OgTkTI/AAAAAAAABnQ/aVcjNS3CsVQ/s400/muffin3-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479397351526706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not so sure about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCX60nFBaI/AAAAAAAABnI/g-_JunE_qCM/s1600-h/muffin4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCX60nFBaI/AAAAAAAABnI/g-_JunE_qCM/s400/muffin4-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479390400611746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But maybe I can eat it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Blech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-7535425072175151226?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7535425072175151226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=7535425072175151226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7535425072175151226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7535425072175151226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-i-have-no-new-knitting-to-show.html' title='Because I have no new knitting to show you...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SuCXxQiQoLI/AAAAAAAABmY/TDPiphd7g-I/s72-c/3igyarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-3022820401094797002</id><published>2009-10-18T09:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:29:55.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Bits'/><title type='text'>I'm so, so, so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...glad &lt;a href="http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-wish-i-wish.html"&gt;this wish&lt;/a&gt; did not come true!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temps in the 30s and 40s with lots of rain? Perfect fiber festival weather -- NOT! Yikes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless y'all who &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; wandering around up there this weekend! :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-3022820401094797002?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3022820401094797002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=3022820401094797002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3022820401094797002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3022820401094797002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-so-so.html' title='I&apos;m so, so, so...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-3355141558389487665</id><published>2009-10-17T19:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:10:48.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Insights'/><title type='text'>Muffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Muffin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StpW6V1PmiI/AAAAAAAABlY/TcK64bVcSnQ/s400/muffin2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393719064022456866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...the newest member of our family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StpW5006TrI/AAAAAAAABlQ/1x8Y5sx1YOU/s400/muffin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393719055162691250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...she's a 3 year old Miniature Schnauzer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StpW6-JcrII/AAAAAAAABlg/Sy3iecWZBzQ/s400/muffin3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393719074844617858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and she spent all but the last two weeks of those three years as a breeding dog in a puppy mill. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest...I've never thought of myself as a dog person. I've always liked dogs more in theory than in practice. However, over the past year, the idea of getting a dog has been one I've batted around more and more. The kids had brought it up a lot, and I kept putting them off. But then we'd go over to the nearby park and see all of the people and their dogs and I realized...I wanted to be a dog person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started scoping out the &lt;a href="http://petfinder.com/"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://petfinder.com/"&gt;etfinder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://petfinder.com/"&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; listings now and then in the past few months. If we were going to get a dog, it needed to be a small dog that would remain small. I preferred for it to be female and not a puppy. Short hair was also a preference due to Chris's allergies. I thought maybe a Yorkie or a Maltese would be nice, but I never found one that really struck me as right for us. And then last week I did a search for mini schnauzers...my grandmother had one of these dogs when I was a kid, and I loved that dog! She was great. And so I searched and suddenly -- there was Muffin. I don't know why, but I knew she was the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're basically doing a crash course, learn-as-we-go, of how to deal with a puppy mill survivor. It's clear that patience is going to be key as she learns to trust us and learns what it is to be loved and to be part of a family. Surprisingly, she loves to be held, loves to cuddle. She's slept each night in my daughter's bed. After spending her first full day here mostly sleeping, she finally has begun exploring her new world today, and she finally started to eat as well. Pottying...well...that's going to take time, but we'll deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last evening, I was the only one in the room with her and she was looking around for the kids. I called to her, as we're trying to get her used to her name, and for the first time, she came over to me on her own. It might seem like a simple thing, but I think for her, it is a big, big thing...it was a sign to me that Muffin is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so now I find myself wiping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; paws after we've been outside, and calling my daughter from the pet store to have her measure Muffin so I could buy a little jacket to help keep her warm when we go out to do the potty thing. And I find my heart just oozing and melting when this little face comes over to me and wants to be picked up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StpXJP-po4I/AAAAAAAABlo/AzBkIP1CgKE/s400/muffin4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393719320149336962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My God, I think I am turning into a dog person after all. :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-3355141558389487665?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3355141558389487665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=3355141558389487665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3355141558389487665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3355141558389487665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/muffin.html' title='Muffin'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StpW6V1PmiI/AAAAAAAABlY/TcK64bVcSnQ/s72-c/muffin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-2259734725441106422</id><published>2009-10-13T17:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:12:58.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd Bits'/><title type='text'>I wish, I wish, I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...I was going to Rhinebeck this weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;:::sigh:::&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-2259734725441106422?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2259734725441106422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=2259734725441106422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/2259734725441106422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/2259734725441106422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-wish-i-wish.html' title='I wish, I wish, I wish...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-3063288427622067335</id><published>2009-10-11T14:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:42:22.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Looking ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While I am still deep in the throes of Socktoberfest, I am looking ahead to November and have decided, after a two year hiatus, I am going to participate in NaNoWriMo again this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StImwzkoorI/AAAAAAAABkY/wSF9x7qgir0/s400/nano_09_blk_participant_100x100_1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391414323835347634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;30 days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;50,000 words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've done it twice before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2004 &amp;amp; 2006.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can I do it again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-3063288427622067335?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3063288427622067335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=3063288427622067335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3063288427622067335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/3063288427622067335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking ahead...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StImwzkoorI/AAAAAAAABkY/wSF9x7qgir0/s72-c/nano_09_blk_participant_100x100_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-8529551584534896407</id><published>2009-10-09T23:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:17:52.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socktoberfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches and Stash'/><title type='text'>Fast week...</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you what...time needs to slow down just a tad! September flew by, and now October is following suit! What's the hurry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a blur of good things. My mom and step-dad were in town for a week, and while I didn't get to spend nearly as much time with my mom as I'd have liked, it was nice to get to visit with them here for a change (instead of us going to Florida).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGTnKsZPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vRJWdI-2l90/s1600-h/momralphem-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGTnKsZPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vRJWdI-2l90/s400/momralphem-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390815687963600114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, I took very few photos from my mom's visit. This is one of them. Mom, Ralph and Emma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was also the local Apple &amp;amp; Arts Festival, which Kevin and the kids always take part in (I go up for a few hours and walk around...they do the work!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGTchDoWI/AAAAAAAABjI/8Y-dS9tRpP8/s1600-h/mill1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGTchDoWI/AAAAAAAABjI/8Y-dS9tRpP8/s400/mill1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390815685104607586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shingle mill, where Kevin (on the right) spends most of his time at the festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid the visiting and the fall festivities, I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy with regard to our school work, the gym and our fencing/climbing days, though everything got modified to accommodate the extra activities. One thing that was a constant throughout, though, was the knitting. I am working away on my socks, both the Zombies and the Mystery Socks for the Soctoberfest KAL. Also making some progress on the girlie's sweater, but mostly it's the socks that have my attention right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I bore you with any more chatter, how about some pictures? (And warning -- there will be another picture of the mystery sock in this bunch, so don't look at the last photo if you don't want to see it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGT9fCiFI/AAAAAAAABjY/9NyR-gwcIrE/s1600-h/apples-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGT9fCiFI/AAAAAAAABjY/9NyR-gwcIrE/s400/apples-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390815693954517074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apple &amp;amp; Arts Festival purchase #1: apples. Half of this bag has already been cooked and used in a pie. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGsdd2FXI/AAAAAAAABjo/2AnhWY0_LI4/s1600-h/grains-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGsdd2FXI/AAAAAAAABjo/2AnhWY0_LI4/s400/grains-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390816114856301938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apple &amp;amp; Arts Festival purchase #2: freshly ground grains; in the jars there is whole wheat flour, buckwheat flour and cornmeal. I love using this stuff! So fresh and good! It all needs to be kept refrigerated or frozen since there are no preservatives in any of  it, thus I put some in the jars and some in vacuum packages to use over time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGUVr0XkI/AAAAAAAABjg/f-9ZaExlrqg/s1600-h/buttons-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGUVr0XkI/AAAAAAAABjg/f-9ZaExlrqg/s400/buttons-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390815700450565698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apple &amp;amp; Arts Festival purchase #3: I usually don't purchase much in the line of the "arts" that are offered at these festivals anymore, both because I don't really need any more crap in my life and also because most of it is pretty country-themed, and I am not much of a country-themed person at this point in my life. Pottery, however, always calls to me. I found these buttons at the only pottery vendor at the festival...they're kind of quirky. Bigger than buttons I'd usually buy, but I thought they'd be neat to use one at a time for buttoned neck warmers or something. More than that and they'd get pretty heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGtSvqbII/AAAAAAAABj4/IRwO7QnvSG8/s1600-h/zombie+modeled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGtSvqbII/AAAAAAAABj4/IRwO7QnvSG8/s400/zombie+modeled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390816129158114434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Zombie lives and is coming along quite nicely! It's actually a couple more inches up the leg at this point. And look! I turned my first toe-up heel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGs6IUoRI/AAAAAAAABjw/mOo9iCneBwo/s1600-h/gusset+heel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGs6IUoRI/AAAAAAAABjw/mOo9iCneBwo/s400/gusset+heel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390816122550657298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gusset heel, it was very easy to do. I ended up with a little gap at the top of each heel where I rejoined the stitches in the round to the instep, but I think I know how to avoid that on the second sock. I'll just stitch these up to close them when I'm done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally...the mystery sock. Clue #2 finished on the first one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGSxlM1TI/AAAAAAAABjA/wNiS0apqhOo/s1600-h/mystery+sock+-+leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGSxlM1TI/AAAAAAAABjA/wNiS0apqhOo/s400/mystery+sock+-+leg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390815673579263282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a crazy-pretty sock this is turning out to be! It looks even lovelier from the side view, but both of those that I look on the sock blocker turned out blurry. Will try again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and though I have no pictures of the evening (or at least none that turned out well on my cell phone), my friend Angela and I spent a very loud night last Saturday at the &lt;a href="http://www.socialdistortion.com/"&gt;Social Distortion&lt;/a&gt; concert, which was awesome. Totally love their music. (I will say, though, either I'm getting old, the acoustics of the Ches-a-rena leave something to be desired, or the people working the sound for the two opening bands were on crack because it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painfully&lt;/span&gt; loud at points, like I thought my ear drums might explode -- and that's saying something, live music lover that I am, the louder the better. But not so much in this case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...our &lt;a href="http://weeklyphotothemes.blogspot.com/"&gt;VoaT&lt;/a&gt; photoblog is focusing on the theme "Small" this week. Tomorrow is the last day for it, as a new theme will start on Sunday. Stop by and visit! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weeklyphotothemes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGtrRB67I/AAAAAAAABkA/yZc9KPBBwUQ/s400/sunflowerseeds-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390816135740517298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-8529551584534896407?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8529551584534896407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=8529551584534896407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/8529551584534896407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/8529551584534896407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/fast-week.html' title='Fast week...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/StAGTnKsZPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vRJWdI-2l90/s72-c/momralphem-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-4213980560322032837</id><published>2009-10-02T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:52:57.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches and Stash'/><title type='text'>Yarn as home decor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsZj5BAEYHI/AAAAAAAABiA/1RqZM8dQ_VM/s1600-h/zombie1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsZj49i8NxI/AAAAAAAABh4/qev2gzMw1_E/s400/yarnasart-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388103834440316690" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are tiny balls of sock yarn that I got through a swap at Spring Fling last April for the purpose of doing &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/sock-yarn-blanket"&gt;this mini-mitred square sock yarn blanket&lt;/a&gt;, which I don't have a dream of starting anytime soon. In the mean time, I thought these balls were just too cute to keep hidden away in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bag. Yesterday, when I was at Pier 1 on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continuingly&lt;/span&gt; frustrating search for some new year-around wreaths for the house, I found this hurricane globe. Perfect! Now I can enjoy the look of all those tiny balls every day until I actually choose to knit with them. Yarn as art, in a totally different way than usual. Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And how about some pictures of yarn used in more traditional ways? One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FO&lt;/span&gt; and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WIPs&lt;/span&gt; (SPOILER ALERT! The last picture is of my first Mystery Sock '09 cuff...if you're doing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KAL&lt;/span&gt; and don't want to see what the cuff looks like, don't scroll all the way to the last picture!): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FO&lt;/span&gt;: my September charity hat...woo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Just a plain vanilla hat made with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Taso&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsZj4l5A8qI/AAAAAAAABhw/g2LLBfvLPT0/s400/septhat09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388103828090450594" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, the Heather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt; Vest (pattern in Fall 2009 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Knitscene&lt;/span&gt;) I'm making for the girlie using Nashua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Woolie&lt;/span&gt; Stripes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsZj3y65ycI/AAAAAAAABhg/mXqs3H0yw_Q/s400/emmahoodie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388103814408161730" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is as far as I've gotten on the back, but it's a good shot of the pretty cabling in the pattern. hopefully I'll continue to make progress on it even while I'm working away on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; socks...here is the pair I'm making out of the Zombie yarn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsZj5BAEYHI/AAAAAAAABiA/1RqZM8dQ_VM/s400/zombie1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388103835367792754" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There's a big orange blob on my zombie! Does that mean it's name should be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Zombie"&gt;Blob Zombie? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ahahahahahaaa&lt;/span&gt;! Ahem. (The zombie puns...I'm just not running out of them.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Notice anything different about this sock than all of the other socks I've ever made? Yes! I started from the toe! I took Wendy Johnson's Heels &amp;amp; Toes for Toe Up Socks class at Spring Fling, and then promptly ignored everything I learned because I still found the thought of the reversed process intimidating. I mean, I've always done my socks cuff down and it has always worked just fine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Why change? (Wow...that is the same horrible argument so many people use for not making beneficial changes in the world! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ack&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the other night, as I thought about what pattern I wanted to do -- originally it was going to be a broken rib hiking sock -- I realized I wanted a little more of a challenge, so I decided to try toe up. I had to watch a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; video to refresh myself on Judy's Magic Cast-On to start the toe, but it was really easy and the rest was just common sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As it turned out, the yarn started to pool quite vigorously after I got through the toe, and while I'm not horrified by pooling in general, it wasn't doing anything for me in the broken rib pattern. So I ripped back the patterned part and started over, deciding to just do a standard stockinette sock, but adding a cable along the left instep edge. (Thus, this is the left sock. The right sock will have the cable along the right instep edge.) Liking this much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, the cuff of my first Mystery Sock (last chance to turn back!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsZj4P7oYbI/AAAAAAAABho/S1OtDWVItJU/s400/mysterysock-part1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388103822195843506" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm having the hardest time capturing the true color of this yarn. I think natural light is going to be key to getting right right. It actually looks like a stone-washed denim when it's knit up...not as gray and washed out as it looks here. But at least you can see the pretty openwork in the middle of the ribbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-4213980560322032837?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4213980560322032837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=4213980560322032837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/4213980560322032837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/4213980560322032837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/yarn-as-home-decor.html' title='Yarn as home decor...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsZj49i8NxI/AAAAAAAABh4/qev2gzMw1_E/s72-c/yarnasart-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-7783634739797155973</id><published>2009-10-01T00:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:53:13.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches and Stash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Socktoberfest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pardon me, but there seems to be a zombie on your swift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwJo4ljRI/AAAAAAAABhI/tCNOFC_lBvs/s1600-h/zombieonswift-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwJo4ljRI/AAAAAAAABhI/tCNOFC_lBvs/s400/zombieonswift-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387483996393671954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why yes there is! What better colorway to knit in the month of October, the month of Halloween, the month of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; than one named "Zombie"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Foot Prints yarn from The Unique Sheep, which I picked up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cloverhill&lt;/span&gt; Yarn booth at Maryland Sheep &amp;amp; Wool last May. I have been waiting for the perfect time to knit up these crazy-fun colors, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;now's&lt;/span&gt; that time! I had a pattern in mind for them of my own devising, but I'm going to hold off on that because the design would get lost in the colors, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwJeDvI1I/AAAAAAAABhA/TLBZG8KLSII/s1600-h/zombieball-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwJeDvI1I/AAAAAAAABhA/TLBZG8KLSII/s400/zombieball-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387483993487647570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't these yarn cakes remind you of those round bales of hay that you see sitting out in fields? But really, it's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zombie ball&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahahaaa! Ahem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm going to make myself a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/broken-rib-socks"&gt;Broken Rib Socks&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rav&lt;/span&gt; link) from the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;101 One-Skein Wonders&lt;/span&gt; book. The first pair I made turned out to be far too small for either me or my daughter to wear, so they ended up with my tiny-footed daughter-in-law! I've wanted to make another pair for me, and I think this yarn will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; project. My second will be the &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/mystery-sock-09"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; Mystery Sock&lt;/a&gt; socks from the pattern that Kirsten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kapur&lt;/span&gt; has created for this year. I did this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KAL&lt;/span&gt; last year, and it was a lot of fun, though I crashed and burned after the first three weeks (I went on vacation and got rather sidetracked) and didn't end up finishing the foot and toe of the socks until several months later. Hopefully this year I'll stay caught up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ETA: The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://throughtheloops.typepad.com/designs/2009/10/socktoberfest-mystery-sock-clue-1-the-cuff.html"&gt;first part&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of the pattern is up! Yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that pair, I'll be using this (sorry..bad coloring from nasty indoor-at-night photo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwKKZrelI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ONwPrr9LdNo/s1600-h/nichole-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwKKZrelI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ONwPrr9LdNo/s400/nichole-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387484005390842450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Schaefer&lt;/span&gt; Yarns Nichole in what is really a lovely semi-solid blue-grayish color (no purple/pink tinge like this picture wants to make you think). I have to admit, this is not a color I would have chosen to buy, but it was part of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag that I got at The Loopy Ewe Spring Fling last April, so I've held onto it. Lo, the yarn Kirsten used for making her pair of the Mystery Socks -- Nichole! Clearly it was meant to be! And since I want to make both of these socks at the same time to have them both (theoretically finished) by the end of October, I split the skein perfectly in two! Each of those balls weighs 2 5/8 ounces exactly. Am I good or what? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it's here! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; is underway! And as much as I really, really should go to bed now, I think I'm going to go cast on my first Zombie sock first. Let the socks begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwKWufH_I/AAAAAAAABhY/AxCbrBeNKnY/s1600-h/zombieonnichole-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwKWufH_I/AAAAAAAABhY/AxCbrBeNKnY/s400/zombieonnichole-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387484008699338738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help! There's a Zombie on Nichole! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-7783634739797155973?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7783634739797155973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=7783634739797155973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7783634739797155973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7783634739797155973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/socktoberfest.html' title='Socktoberfest!'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsQwJo4ljRI/AAAAAAAABhI/tCNOFC_lBvs/s72-c/zombieonswift-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-5835192694747425243</id><published>2009-09-29T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:40:15.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches and Stash'/><title type='text'>Knitting update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsKxnThYsvI/AAAAAAAABgg/KK9_qq1JrBs/s1600-h/greentweedhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't shared any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knitty&lt;/span&gt; goodness lately. Thought I'd remedy that. First, a hat...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsKxmCXcSCI/AAAAAAAABgI/147WyF5j1EQ/s400/aughat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387063371316873250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That one was one of my monthly charity hats. Really nothing exciting, but hopefully it will keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; head warm this winter. (And note the extreme enthusiasm on my son's face as he models the hat. Woo...stand back!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And another hat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsKxnFMbbhI/AAAAAAAABgY/FyO-SxRMk0I/s400/julyhat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387063389255855634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yet another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsKxnThYsvI/AAAAAAAABgg/KK9_qq1JrBs/s400/greentweedhat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387063393101853426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These two are both two versions of a hat I've been designing. It is not a particularly complicated hat, but clearly I am not a natural-born designer because it has been taking me a while to get the pattern right! I hope to release it soon here on the blog and at that time, I'll post better pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, not a knitting project but my crocheted granny square afghan made out of all my odd balls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Noro&lt;/span&gt; Silk Garden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsKxmtkMC4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/INAu9LuXa0o/s400/grannysquare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387063382913059714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not very big...only about 40" square. But I love the colors and it makes a nice little lap blanket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working on another project that is a super-surprise project that I can't show anyone yet. And, as always, there are things in progress. I wish I could say I'm working on a nice sweater for myself now that the cold weather seems to be arriving regularly, but I'm not. Why? Because all the nice, nice sweaters I've knit for myself in the past couple of years? They don't fit. They're all too big. Way too big. Sack-like. I'm swimming in them. Even the couple that are meant to fit looser -- like my February Lady Sweater and my two-toned Plymouth Tweed sweater from last year -- I thought I could get away with wearing them, but they just baggy and ill-fitting. I know it's a good problem -- I mean, it's a visual reminder of the 45 pounds I've lost so far -- but it's also pretty disheartening. All that nice yarn, all those hours of knitting all of those thousands of stitches. Unusable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I refuse to knit any more fitted garments for myself until I've stopped shrinking. At least that is what I'm telling myself right now. I'll probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;renege&lt;/span&gt; on that eventually, but for now, I'll be knitting things where body size doesn't matter. Hats. Mitts. Scarves. SOCKS. Hey! My socks still fit...that's something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of socks...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soctoberfest&lt;/span&gt; is just TWO DAYS AWAY! So very, very excited about that! My sock knitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mojo&lt;/span&gt; always wains in the summertime. But then fall rolls around and it starts to come back, and now for the second year, I intend to feed it by participating in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt;. Check out the deal on &lt;a href="http://lollygirl.com/blog/2009/09/13/socktoberfest-for-the-little-feets"&gt;Lolly's blog&lt;/a&gt;, or check out &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/groups/socktoberfest"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rav&lt;/span&gt; group&lt;/a&gt; for it, and join in the sock-knitting fun! (Oh, and once again, Kirsten is creating another &lt;a href="http://throughtheloops.typepad.com/through_the_loops/2009/09/another-mystery-sock.html"&gt;Mystery Sock pattern&lt;/a&gt; just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Socktoberfest&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait to see what it is this year! It was so much fun to knit along on it last year, even if it did take me several months beyond October to finish my pair. :})&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-5835192694747425243?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5835192694747425243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=5835192694747425243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/5835192694747425243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/5835192694747425243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/09/knitting-update.html' title='Knitting update...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SsKxmCXcSCI/AAAAAAAABgI/147WyF5j1EQ/s72-c/aughat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-1730379073470839285</id><published>2009-09-22T13:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:34:45.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Autumnal Equinox...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SrmlQtdR7yI/AAAAAAAABfY/PjM3-We-CyM/s1600-h/swing-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SrmlQtdR7yI/AAAAAAAABfY/PjM3-We-CyM/s400/swing-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384516535997034274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first day of fall! Do you love this season as much as I do? It is my favorite season. It makes me very, very happy. And the fact that the trees have already begun to turn and it's been cooler than the usual September just makes me giddy. The fact that it's raining today can't even dampen my spirits. Fall is here. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things about fall? The light. I'm not entirely sure how to explain it. Light takes on different qualities in the fall. It's warm and golden, more subdued than the bright intensity of summer sun. The angle of the light is different, too. There are certain places in my house where sunbeams fall across the floor in  a way that only happens during autumn. And as the earth's angle changes, causing sunrise to happen later and sunset to happen earlier, the light and shadows in our yard are different than they appear any other time of year. They are comforting to me, these autumnal qualities of the light. They make me feel content, like all is as it should be in my little corner of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The photo above will be featured on the &lt;a href="http://weeklyphotothemes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Variations on a Theme&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photoblog&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. This week's theme is "Mornings," and I took this photo in an effort to try and capture the unique angle of the sunlight as it fell across our front yard yesterday morning. Please visit &lt;a href="http://weeklyphotothemes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VoaT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and check out the other photos we've been sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-1730379073470839285?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1730379073470839285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=1730379073470839285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/1730379073470839285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/1730379073470839285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumnal-equinox.html' title='Autumnal Equinox...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2OW0iE7q1k/SrmlQtdR7yI/AAAAAAAABfY/PjM3-We-CyM/s72-c/swing-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566189081616081307.post-7778127296315233291</id><published>2009-09-15T12:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:39:41.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Insights'/><title type='text'>The tell-tale flutter...</title><content type='html'>It feels like hundreds of little moth wings, beating rapidly, approaching the inner wall of my chest. Do you know that feeling? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike butterflies in my stomach, which I associate with the anticipation of something good, moth wings in my chest are a harbinger of anxiety. I don't suffer from chronic or sustained anxiety issues, and I've definitely never had a full-on panic attack. But sometimes life gets a little crazy, and I find myself unable to keep up as well as I'd like. That's when the moths start coming, attracted to the firelight of my growing stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew this month was going to be a little nuts. Emerging from our summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slothiness&lt;/span&gt;, getting back into a regular routine of school...I expect it to be stressful. This being our first high school year, I expected higher than average stress. (I have not been disappointed.) September is also a big appointment month, as we all end up due for yearly check ups, dentist appointments, etc. Running to those makes for choppy, harried days. Then there is the usual fall cleaning and organizing I like to do before the cold months hit, which, this year, coincides with my mother's impending visit in early October. (Must! Clean! Now!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom line is that I have felt behind for weeks. I'm tempted to think, in retrospect, that maybe our spontaneous trip to Chicago was a bad idea. I might have used that time more wisely. But no...it was a good trip, and I don't think those four days would have made a huge difference in the big picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more pertinent, I realize, is how I'm using my time now. I'm trying so very hard, to use my time wisely. For one thing, I've adjusted my sleep schedule. I'm trying to be in bed by midnight and up by 8 a.m. daily. This is no small feat, night owl that I am. But I'm doing fairly well at it and it is making a difference. (It's amazing how much longer the day feels and how much more I can get done when I'm not sleeping most of the morning away!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing is that I've reverted to making lists. I used to be a huge proponent of to-do lists, but I got away from them in recent years, taking more of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laissez&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; approach to my days. Right now, I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so not&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laissez&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; stage of life. Lists have become my friends once again. They help keep me on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying, too, to stay off the computer more during the day, at least when it comes to things like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt; boards, reading blogs and being on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; with it's crack-like applications, such as -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God help me&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Farkle&lt;/span&gt; (if you've never played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Farkle&lt;/span&gt;, DON'T. I'm warning you now. Just say no!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I'm also trying to be better about how much time I spend doing things like reading for fun, photography, knitting and spinning. The thing is, these are my sanity-savers, so I can't eliminate them. So, I'm using them, instead, as rewards for good behavior. Hey, it works for kids, right? :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stressors&lt;/span&gt; going on, but I have no control over them so I'm trying to just pray about them and let them go. These things I've listed here, though, are things I can do something about -- they are in my control -- so I'm trying to, well, control them. I have faith that over the next couple of months, I will get things in hand and the moths will go away. Until then, I'll be living with the flutter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4566189081616081307-7778127296315233291?l=lisabeamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7778127296315233291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4566189081616081307&amp;postID=7778127296315233291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7778127296315233291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566189081616081307/posts/default/7778127296315233291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisabeamer.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-tale-flutter.html' title='The tell-tale flutter...'/><author><name>Lisa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883716012717910014</uri><email>lmbwrites@comcast.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04015264119627576682'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>