tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87920899680953916052009-06-17T17:27:01.150-07:00A Blog of Her OwnMs. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-88300804910352978502009-06-17T17:24:00.000-07:002009-06-17T17:27:01.168-07:00The Things I Do For Money<span style="font-family: verdana;">This is part of an actual email I sent for work:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you don't carry the Pipe Dreams 'Fatty Patty' could you please recommend another midget blow up doll that's around the same price?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I can honestly say I never thought those were words I'd string together.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-8830080491035297850?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-24753959684617501912009-06-03T20:58:00.000-07:002009-06-04T20:11:43.739-07:00My New Bike<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiiMPMn7LtI/AAAAAAAAASI/KPY24IBSCLA/s1600-h/Bike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiiMPMn7LtI/AAAAAAAAASI/KPY24IBSCLA/s320/Bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675150589701842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rob and I bought a bike for me on Memorial Day. I'll confess I picked it because it's totally girly, which isn't like me, but it's also super comfortable.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />I've set a goal of riding 30 miles a week. The idea is to run all my local errands on the bike. In theory, if I ride that much, in a year I'll recoup what we spent on the bike (and accessories) in savings in gas, wear &amp; tear on the car and parking meters.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's how I did the first week:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Tuesday:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Bank: 4.5 miles</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Wednesday:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />UPS, Fred 62, Grocery store: 3.1</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />The Bike Shop: 1.6 miles</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Thursday:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />The Bike Shop: 1.6 miles</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Friday:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Two Boots Pizza: 8.3 miles</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Sunday:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Caffe Etc. and the Farmer's Market: 4.6 miles</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Los Feliz 3 Movie Theater: 2 miles</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />25.7 so far..and then jury duty started and I haven't pedaled since... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-2475395968461750191?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-48947548870852619012009-05-31T20:50:00.000-07:002009-05-31T20:55:52.299-07:00My First Socks<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiNRL7FlOJI/AAAAAAAAASA/jybFaj2Rxtc/s1600-h/IMG_2210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiNRL7FlOJI/AAAAAAAAASA/jybFaj2Rxtc/s320/IMG_2210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202848273053842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >I started these socks for me late last summer, so I'd have practice before I attempted Rob's Christmas (okay, birthday) socks. I got one done and then stopped. Rob didn't love the yarn -- I'd originally bought it for a sweater, but he'd strongly discouraged that.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >I wasn't in love with the pattern and I thought the finished sock was too long in the toe and too tight in the calf. Rob and I joke that I have 50 pound ankles, but it's kind of true. I was thinking about frogging it, but then I tried it on again and decided it wasn't bad. Maybe I'll get around to knitting the other one...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-4894754887085261901?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-46196584202378251292009-05-25T20:26:00.000-07:002009-05-31T20:50:01.829-07:00First Garden Harvest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiNPh7AxXyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Ti0L0p0bsOM/s1600-h/IMG_2218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiNPh7AxXyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Ti0L0p0bsOM/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201027186745122" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiNN1OgSDkI/AAAAAAAAARw/bVfvo6jh3xc/s1600-h/IMG_2220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SiNN1OgSDkI/AAAAAAAAARw/bVfvo6jh3xc/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342199159813443138" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Yum!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-4619658420237825129?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-32468994186914271332009-05-23T13:05:00.001-07:002009-05-23T13:13:58.425-07:00How Do I Spin This?<span style="font-size:100%;">This is how much Idget sheds in just a couple of days. He's not a very large dog, about 15 pounds, but I'm convinced that it would only take a month to get enough yarn for a scarf if I only knew how to spin it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShhXf6xRoxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/of4NooO6Loc/s1600-h/IMG_2190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShhXf6xRoxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/of4NooO6Loc/s200/IMG_2190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339113564111217426" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShhXf6xRoxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/of4NooO6Loc/s1600-h/IMG_2190.JPG"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShhX4no_VdI/AAAAAAAAARI/rhC_3z7KDYM/s1600-h/March+2008+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShhX4no_VdI/AAAAAAAAARI/rhC_3z7KDYM/s200/March+2008+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339113988472919506" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-3246899418691427133?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-30795979761284386232009-05-17T21:30:00.000-07:002009-05-31T20:36:22.009-07:00It Doesn't Get Any More Local Than This<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShDmKZIRS4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-BT1BUAft1Y/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShDmKZIRS4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-BT1BUAft1Y/s200/IMG_2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337018624652692354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">In a month, my beans have grown this much</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">...</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShDlKe8QHwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Z7WlSv4skgc/s1600-h/IMG_2044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShDlKe8QHwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Z7WlSv4skgc/s200/IMG_2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337017526701268738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm so happy</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> that ugly wall is getting covered. Best of all, I've even g</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ot a couple of beans coming in. Woo-hoo! I'm betting they'll be ready to eat in about two weeks ago -- right before the "Keep It Local" challenge ends.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShDmmVPxXmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DBs17oC8RzY/s1600-h/IMG_2183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/ShDmmVPxXmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DBs17oC8RzY/s200/IMG_2183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337019104646749794" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-3079597976128438623?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-72832691484769381272009-05-10T21:40:00.000-07:002009-05-10T22:32:45.357-07:00Local Challenge<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >A friend in Chicago invited me to participate in the "</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://juniperandsage.typepad.com/the_good_life/about.html">Keep It Local"</a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > challenge run by Erin Loughlin.</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > Erin started this challenge because she wanted to challenger herself to eat locally and thought it would be fun to have some company while doing so.<br /><br />Part of Erin's inspiration came from this fact: </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"If every U.S. citizen ate just one meal a week (any meal) composed of locally and organically raised meats and produce, we would reduce our country’s oil consumption by over 1.1 million barrel</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >s of </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >oil every week. That’s not gallons, but barrels." <span style="font-style: italic;">Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">by </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Barbara Kingsolver. </span></span>(2007) p. 5</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />We only have to do one local meal a week, but I'm an overachiever and have been doing more than that. Here's a few photos of my local meals so far:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgeyzcCzHwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0r3MCuaAhg0/s1600-h/IMG_2177.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgeyzcCzHwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0r3MCuaAhg0/s200/IMG_2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334428880414646018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgeyzRfI92I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4-yfeuC_UtQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgeyzRfI92I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4-yfeuC_UtQ/s200/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334428877580728162" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgeutkznN2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UWpfx4BKVow/s1600-h/IMG_2174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgeutkznN2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UWpfx4BKVow/s200/IMG_2174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334424381641144162" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(sausage and bell peppers on sourdough bread, black bean and sausage stew, bison and root vegetable stew.)<br /><br />Living</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > in California, and being a devoted shopper at </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >my farmer's market, I </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >thought that </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >it'd be </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >easy to find local EVERYTHING. Since starting the challenge, I'm beginning to rethink that. I've realized I don't know where half the farmers at my market come from (although by law, it has to be within the state of California.) But that means the food could be traveling up to 725 miles and, while that's still less than half of the 1500 miles the average American meal travels, it's still not exactly local. With this in mind, I'm going to start paying more attention to where the farmers I buy from are located.<br /><br />I've decided for the last two weeks of the challenge, my local meal has to be vegan as well since the United Nations has found that almost a <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/views07/0120-20.htm">fifth of all global warming emissions</a> comes from livestock production.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-7283269148476938127?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-29599196214540429592009-05-10T21:32:00.000-07:002009-05-10T21:39:16.760-07:00Just in Time for Summer -- Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgerdsnRKVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KFbNDgxafJc/s1600-h/IMG_2104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SgerdsnRKVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KFbNDgxafJc/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420810324060498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I made these gloves as a Christmas present for one of Rob's friends. They were a tad too long in the fingers, so I took them back to shorten them and just now got around to finishing. Yikes! Good thing he lives in Southern California where gloves are just for fashion -- not necessity.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-2959919621454042959?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-12757406015720622552009-05-03T20:45:00.000-07:002009-05-03T20:52:13.940-07:00Per Janice's Request....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sf5lXRinecI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ce1uAnpiKOU/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sf5lXRinecI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ce1uAnpiKOU/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331810459373238722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A photo of me in my new hat!<br /><br />This pic is after felting. The ones in the previous post were not. Felting smoothed out a lot of the rough edges and took out the curl in the brim that had been caused by my uber tight tension.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-1275740601572062255?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-67194847294913508592009-04-15T09:23:00.000-07:002009-04-15T09:23:01.495-07:00Just in Time for Summer<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL7dJHp9EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gWtfw3RRMhM/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL7dJHp9EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gWtfw3RRMhM/s320/IMG_2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324094187588154434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">When I showed Rob the pattern for </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://mkcarroll.typepad.com/mk_carroll/2007/11/matilda-tillie-.html">M</a><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://mkcarroll.typepad.com/mk_carroll/2007/11/matilda-tillie-.html">K Carroll's Matilda hat</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">, he said, "That looks like a hat you would lose."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He had a point. When we drove across country to see my family for Christmas two years ago, I left a very similar brown cloche in a pool hall in Memphis. In a strange twist, I found the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >exact</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> same hat two days later at the French Market in New Orleans, only to leave it in a restaurant when we got back to Los Angel</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">es.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Undeterred, I ordered enough black yarn last summer to make </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://herownblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/matilda-hat.html">one for my business partner</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and one for me. I finished hers in a week, but as of March, I hadn't even cast on the one for me. I just couldn't bring myself to knit it in black. Brown is my color of choice for a cloche and I'd knit mine in brown no matter how much it tempted fate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had some chunky alpaca laying around that I'd been meaning to find a use for. I knit it on larger needles and used black to attach the brim to the top, for a </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL8nwId4gI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rvtR8NfI3Iw/s1600-h/IMG_2043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL8nwId4gI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rvtR8NfI3Iw/s320/IMG_2043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324095469370860034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">slightly different aesthetic. I felted it slightly and will post pix of the final product once I get Rob to snap one of me wearing it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have a pretty tight tension, so the edge of the brim rolled a bit, but it worked itself out in the felting process! One bummer is that I ran out of brown a few rows before the brim was done. I used black for those last rows instead and wear the black patch over one ear. Surprisingly, it doesn't look like a mistake!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-6719484729491350859?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-27381970601141147352009-04-13T01:16:00.001-07:002009-04-13T01:30:02.211-07:00The View From Here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL33WAjrUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dhzn3S9PqlQ/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL33WAjrUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dhzn3S9PqlQ/s400/IMG_2032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090239678131522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL2wjRcO0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/i13w18KxjVI/s1600-h/IMG_2030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SeL2wjRcO0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/i13w18KxjVI/s400/IMG_2030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089023467895618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rob and I have taken to hiking in Griffith Park on the weekends with the dogs. Well, we've gone twice but, as far as I'm concerned, that's a pattern.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As much as I like to complain about our neighborhood, this is a stone's throw from where we live.<br /><br />Photo credit goes to Rob. I tried, but only succeeded at scaring a lizard sunning himself on a log.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-2738197060114114735?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-19857055195632517862009-04-06T21:57:00.000-07:002009-04-06T22:03:36.556-07:00No Comment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SdreDOc7M5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-xlYcHBYGVA/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SdreDOc7M5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-xlYcHBYGVA/s400/IMG_2033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321810056692052882" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-1985705519563251786?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-31773072239295660502009-03-28T21:46:00.000-07:002009-03-28T23:41:23.238-07:00Earth Hour<span style="font-family:verdana;">Earth Hour just ended here in Los Angeles. I'll confess I didn't start on time, but once I got my act together, Rob and I walked the dogs and then had a drink on our apartment balcony until it ended. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">We had a candle lit and I do wonder how much that contributed to global warming.<br /><br />While walking the dogs, we saw our corner store was open for business, but with the lights off. If I'd had to guess who in the neighborhood would participate, I'd never have picked this store. To me, that's the most encouraging part of this exercise -- finding out people I never thought would care, actually do.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Overall, I did</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">n't notice a big difference in the amount of our neighborhood's light pollution, but here's a couple of pictures of Griffith Park Observatory, with and without lights.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sc7-wfkEz0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/A1dy6XRIRB4/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sc7-wfkEz0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/A1dy6XRIRB4/s200/IMG_2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318468319031119682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sc8ABO5XP_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/qyHj7QerMwQ/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sc8ABO5XP_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/qyHj7QerMwQ/s200/IMG_2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318469706126409714" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-3177307223929566050?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-90050512666867071112009-03-19T19:58:00.000-07:002009-03-19T20:22:59.116-07:00Phone Etiquette<span style="font-family: verdana;">Since I do sex toy parties for a living, I have to call people all the time to set dates, follow up on orders, etc.<br /><br />I make these calls as a group. If I don't reach someone, I leave a discrete message and dial the next person on my list. Sometimes I go straight from my work calls to calls I need to make for the animal rescue I volunteer for, or during the presidential election, calls for the campaign I was supporting.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Invariably, someone will call me back and demand, "Who is this?" without identifying themselves. If I ask, who they are, they ALWAYS say, "You should know, you called me."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Not really. While I did call you at some point, you're now calling me, and because you're a total dumbass and didn't listen to the message I left (hm, what do you think the voicemail option on your phone is for?) you're now calling someone whose name you don't know, for a reason you don't know. Not exactly a productive use of time and I shudder to think what Miss Manners would have to say.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of course, I can't say that. Instead, I explain that I make a lot of phone calls to know why I was calling you particularly, I need to know who you are. (Can you imagine the political fallout if I mistakenly told a registered voter I was calling about the "dildo party"?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Usually, that explanation is enough to jog the caller into the world of common courtesy and to actually IDENTIFY themselves. Every now and then, however, a person will refuse to tell me unless I tell them who I am. In those cases, I give my first name and when that produces the expected "huh?", I tell them I need to know who I'm talking to so I can figure out why I initially called them. (All the while, biting my tongue so I don't say, "LISTEN TO THE MESSAGE I LEFT YOU, YOU MORON!!!") </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This week, however, I got a total psycho. Even after I told her my name, she refused to say who she was. Finally, I hung up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But then she called again, and again. My phone was turned off while I was at yoga and a meeting and in that interval, she left 3 messages, all demanding to know who I was, but never giving me her name. I finally matched her number to one of my lists and she was a customer. And she booked a party. Yikes!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-9005051266686707111?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-69160648597990892432009-03-14T16:17:00.000-07:002009-04-13T01:50:12.805-07:00Presenting...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sbw8E03azuI/AAAAAAAAANw/sJytt4lAGw8/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/Sbw8E03azuI/AAAAAAAAANw/sJytt4lAGw8/s200/IMG_1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313187713998573282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">...the first tri-color Pentapus. I made him as a baby shower present for my friend Jennifer and he was the only hand-made gift!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-6916064859799089243?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-78391996781439222892009-03-12T19:58:00.000-07:002009-04-13T01:52:46.322-07:00"Model" Dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SbnOBPcRkcI/AAAAAAAAANo/65KFpREb9yw/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SbnOBPcRkcI/AAAAAAAAANo/65KFpREb9yw/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312503756180525506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's Idget modeling the sweater I designed for him. Rob calls it his fag sweater because I made the neck so big it slides down for an "off-the-shoulder" look. Oops!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I made one for Toaster, too, but he has a heavier coat and doesn't get as cold as Idget, so he rarely wears it. I'll dress him up some time soon so I can get a picture up here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And by the way, don't let Idget's, "I'm cute, yet suave" expression fool you. Ten minutes before I snapped this, I'd come home to find he'd gotten into the recycling bin, shredded a milk carton and pooped on the couch. Sigh.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-7839199678143922289?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-84732392720472037912009-03-09T19:27:00.000-07:002009-03-09T19:31:53.122-07:00Pretty<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SbXQSHuSOwI/AAAAAAAAANY/Zr06bJoEJP0/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SbXQSHuSOwI/AAAAAAAAANY/Zr06bJoEJP0/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311380345282771714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rob bought me this orchid for my birthday. FOUR years ago. Our apartment has bad light for orchids, but I FINALLY got it to rebloom. Woo-hoo!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-8473239272047203791?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-66416296299930459362009-02-23T10:54:00.000-08:002009-02-23T10:54:00.442-08:00Rob's Socks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SZ9yNsAt3BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HKkq56dhsmg/s1600-h/Feb2009+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SZ9yNsAt3BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HKkq56dhsmg/s320/Feb2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305084465543765010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I started these socks as a Christmas present for Rob. And then Idget broke one of my DPN's. And I won't mention what he did to the WIP. So then they became a birthday present. Urgh, were </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >supposed</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"> to be a birthday present. I did FINALLY manage to get them done in time for Rob to wear to the opening of his recent <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesecretheadquarters/sets/72157612875778488/">art show</a>. Is that normally a gift-giving occasion?</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><br /><br />The pattern's available <a href="http://shazzaspatterns.blogspot.com/2008/07/shazzas-socks-mens-version.html">here</a>.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-6641629629993045936?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-79550416252343948642009-02-20T13:36:00.000-08:002009-02-20T13:53:35.228-08:00What Would You Knit With...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SZ8laHqsNJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BQJR-zk5nSE/s1600-h/IMG_1902.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SZ8laHqsNJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BQJR-zk5nSE/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305000016730666130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">this, gorgeous, gorgeous hand-spun yarn? Rob bought it for me a couple of <a href="http://www.feltclub.com/">Felt Club's</a> ago from a vendor named <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5182388">Rapunzel's Threads</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br />I've never knit with hand-spun before and I'm just stumped about how to work with the varying thickness. It's wool with a silk wrap and I have 62 yards of it.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />On size 10 1/2 needles, 14 sts and 18 rows equals 4 inches and creates a pretty solid piece of fabric. I borrowed a pair of 17's from my friend Nora. On those, 4 inches equals 10 sts and 12 rows. This is a pretty open swatch with noticeable spaces in some of the stitches.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />My friend Cybele suggested I make <a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEwinter06/PATTcalorimetry.html">Calorimetry</a>, but I think I'd rather use this as an accent on something. Any ideas are welcome!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-7955041625234394864?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-61077416534048630382009-02-16T17:00:00.000-08:002009-02-16T17:42:16.007-08:00Does My Car Have A Bull's Eye on It?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SZoVuj8WXkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qsr58SdM6nE/s1600-h/Feb2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SZoVuj8WXkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qsr58SdM6nE/s200/Feb2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303575400848711234" border="0" /></a><br />First the <a href="http://herownblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/nazi-wagon.html">swastika</a>, then someone decided to use my license plate for origami and now this. Is that V for victory?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-6107741653404863038?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-59851963993726845192009-02-07T10:20:00.000-08:002009-02-07T10:33:06.493-08:00Practical Applications<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SY3R_Hj18II/AAAAAAAAAL0/VGMTPhlRJik/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300123218776289410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SY3R_Hj18II/AAAAAAAAAL0/VGMTPhlRJik/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rob wore holes in the toes and heels of his favorite socks, but I was able to knit back the worn parts even though the socks themselves weren't hand-knit. I am woman, hear me roar!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-5985196399372684519?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-85878733305191515632009-01-12T20:25:00.000-08:002009-04-13T01:54:06.348-07:00Fingerless Mitts<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SWwb8uoWxlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MlevC2oWisE/s1600-h/Deccember2008+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290634392376886866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SWwb8uoWxlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MlevC2oWisE/s320/Deccember2008+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> My sister-in-law is always cold. She's a musician, so I thought Hither and Yarn's <a href="http://hitherandyarn.wordpress.com/2007/09/24/mini-mitts-and-piano-mitts-pattern/">piano mitts </a>would be the perfect birthday present. They were a hit!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-8587873330519151563?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-69851735335243813112008-12-30T20:22:00.000-08:002008-12-30T20:35:06.642-08:00Dad's Scarf -- Take 2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SVr0RHD-v1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-6PBM02e5tA/s1600-h/Deccember2008+007.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285805687463395154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SVr0RHD-v1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-6PBM02e5tA/s400/Deccember2008+007.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">After abandoning the <a href="http://herownblog.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html">Henry</a> scarf I was making for my father, I knit one up in a simple seed stitch. I'm not sure he liked it, though, from his reaction on the phone. And even though he raved over the gloves I made last year, he didn't wear them at Thanksgiving. Hm.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /> <br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em>modeling credit: </em>the vase Rob's Aunt Vonnie gave me for Christmas last year.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-6985173533524381311?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-81897335663468978412008-12-23T18:36:00.000-08:002008-12-23T18:49:05.442-08:00Monsters Everywhere!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SVGioBtdtLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xUNALOBjmuA/s1600-h/Deccember2008+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283182646419895474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/SVGioBtdtLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xUNALOBjmuA/s200/Deccember2008+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">My nephew Jaidan is in a monster phase. At Thanksgiving, all he wanted to do was draw monsters with Rob. <a href="http://www.biteybeanie.com/">One of Rob's co-workers</a> makes these great hats, so we got Jaidan one for Christmas.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-8189733566346897841?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792089968095391605.post-35170464767613379302008-12-07T15:10:00.000-08:002008-12-07T15:16:22.326-08:00Our Daily Bread<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/STxYKohzdBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VvHbzYDB5mE/s1600-h/thehaul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYI8kFJfFMg/STxYKohzdBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VvHbzYDB5mE/s200/thehaul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277189803072517138" border="0" /></a>Today Rob's Facebook status<span style="font-family: verdana;"> was that he was waiting for me to drag my ass out of bed so we could go to the farmer's market. He took this photo to prove we did eventually make it.<br /><br />Here's what we got: eggs, bell peppers in two colors, onions, broccoli, carrots, turnips, heirloom tomato (yes, just one), satsuma tangerines, mushrooms, baguette and, in the very back, a bison brisket I plan to brine for our Christmas dinner. Yum!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792089968095391605-3517046476761337930?l=herownblog.blogspot.com'/></div>Ms. Nidooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213424479795414682noreply@blogger.com0