tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407358602897222162024-03-04T22:35:37.290-08:00Crafts of the TradeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-24970524748274185592010-12-22T04:49:00.000-08:002010-12-22T04:56:20.236-08:00QuandriesI had a friend tell me that most people should not have a blog. That someone should only have a blog if they really have something to add to the world and not just pictures of baby's first step. That got me thinking about it and I have come to the conclusion and that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blatantly</span> disagree. I disagree so much that it has gotten me to write this blog post after a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hiatus</span> of 6 months. I feel that freedom of speech and self expression is important. That creativity can be nurtured <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">through</span> activities such as blogging and it can bring new ideas to light and create new friendships. Countless times I have searched others blogs for craft of baking ideas, not that I bake that often, but I always like to see what's out there. So in constant protest I will be blogging more frequently. I have not idea about what, but I will be blogging. Ready of not world, you have a new blogger in town!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-50188451590568706262010-05-01T12:28:00.000-07:002010-05-01T12:38:25.177-07:00Banana Cream PieErik said that he wanted to make something new today instead of our usual cake or cookies, so we settled on pie. We searched the nets to find the perfect recipe that only needed 3 banana's since that's all we had. We stumbled upon a blog post that looked promising but as we looked at ingredients, we were shocked that it called for tofu, yes tofu! Needless to say we quickly moved on. Here is one that we found from the food network that had only a few ingredients and yes only needed 3 banana's!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3McEaN0q37PJIodNemN8Ub7SFfqVPj_rlhuf09y4wMQuwyIgZc7nkjcWBjzhxY5mOMX-bmyCiNdsb5dm5vJU3iiaD0fAY9sFRPqm5kHjrSIqNQgggDXLmBF6YXeFveddfa21uErYU7A/s1600/Bannana+Cream+Pie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3McEaN0q37PJIodNemN8Ub7SFfqVPj_rlhuf09y4wMQuwyIgZc7nkjcWBjzhxY5mOMX-bmyCiNdsb5dm5vJU3iiaD0fAY9sFRPqm5kHjrSIqNQgggDXLmBF6YXeFveddfa21uErYU7A/s320/Bannana+Cream+Pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466387069840808210" border="0" /></a><br />Ingredients:<br /><br />Crust:<br />- 1 1/4 cup graham cracker crumbs<br />- 3 tablespoons sugar<br />- 1/3 cup butter, melted<br /><br />Filling:<br />- 1 (4 serving size) package vanilla pudding, prepared<br />- 3 medium bananas, sliced<br />- to serve: whip cream, or whipped topping<br /><br />Directions<br /><br />Crust: Mix all ingredients well & press firmly into the bottom and sides of a 9" pie plate. Chill 1 hour.<br /><br />Filling: Prepare pudding mix. Place sliced bananas over the entire bottom of crust. Pour the pudding over the bananas. Refrigerate for 4 hours or more. When ready to serve, top with whipped topping. Serve chilled. <br /><br /><br />When we took the picture, the pie was still in the chill for 4 hours stage so we have not added the whipped topping yet. I sure it will be delicious!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-9854311329350169062010-03-27T10:39:00.000-07:002010-03-27T10:55:57.814-07:00Mish-MashYes it has finally happened, on March 4th my niece was born! She was originally due on August 26th, so she kept us waiting but she was definitely worth it! The entire week before I was filled with anticipation, thinking that at any moment my phone could ring, and it would be time to go to the hospital. So I had to keep my phone on my person at all times, which for those of you who know me that is kinda a big deal. But Paige came as babies always inevitably do, just like the water really will come to a boil weather you are looking at it or not. Here is the beyond cute picture of my niece. She is quite a good looking kid if I do say so myself. I know some might think that there is family bias to how cute I think she is, so I will leave it up to the public to see that there is no bias, she is just that cute!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzE8H5r2yc3haaFiJYzza4DJ-LVBtgrdEcIOGM2UE4t5vptCxRhVwn0W8XUk2K0H6EjTawwIDTaQZsmc6KcvFpqaJx5KRojuGekFBUke9utOmmj8WYdgx6inXIBLrL-X60i7aoz5opUwM/s1600/3-27-10+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzE8H5r2yc3haaFiJYzza4DJ-LVBtgrdEcIOGM2UE4t5vptCxRhVwn0W8XUk2K0H6EjTawwIDTaQZsmc6KcvFpqaJx5KRojuGekFBUke9utOmmj8WYdgx6inXIBLrL-X60i7aoz5opUwM/s320/3-27-10+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453372187915285922" border="0" /></a><br />On a different note, I have had a undying love for guitar hero. I just love the feeling of being a rock star while watching the note burst into flames. It is quite intoxicating. For a church activity we had a battle of the bands, rock band but close enough. So I got my band together and we decided to dress up as rock stars. This invitation was open to everyone but we are the only ones that decided to take our band to the max. Yep, we were pretty hip!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTj7U7HDPIB3W_EiVL2X5V2EaOmKWsLCpoO_hL7fbTFlos_eU0K8LbDD5VdIdgAHiLZvsc9DIwFMyYw4OJnnH5vIPNoNaXOuCqqL0M4TsnPqKOlHxEy9AnOv6AOK8KlrqTNk_Q2TwaxMI/s1600/3-27-10+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTj7U7HDPIB3W_EiVL2X5V2EaOmKWsLCpoO_hL7fbTFlos_eU0K8LbDD5VdIdgAHiLZvsc9DIwFMyYw4OJnnH5vIPNoNaXOuCqqL0M4TsnPqKOlHxEy9AnOv6AOK8KlrqTNk_Q2TwaxMI/s320/3-27-10+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453373143350477378" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-16623976431089888432010-02-20T14:38:00.000-08:002010-02-20T15:36:13.505-08:00Outings in the Life of ErikFew of you might know that Erik loves to go places. It is understandable, who wants to be home bound? But when Erik goes somewhere it is not exactly simple, it is a production. First we have to load him in the van. This is not a small task as the mere sounds of lowering the ramp would make a pack of pidgins scamper. But it makes Erik laugh, he has a love/hate relationship with loud noises.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityJQaSNmRMa5bAadVcXpf8S_dahGlS3y-ZAgTOqKz5XNQLhXp4HF4JG-INfdHqhEXWhPi1zRe21Z4_8Rry-mhMJZxUmKjPboI6KwCBtODottV-IrZ-Bbz9-V0Rn64INi6gXRe2hQ_w60/s1600-h/outings+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityJQaSNmRMa5bAadVcXpf8S_dahGlS3y-ZAgTOqKz5XNQLhXp4HF4JG-INfdHqhEXWhPi1zRe21Z4_8Rry-mhMJZxUmKjPboI6KwCBtODottV-IrZ-Bbz9-V0Rn64INi6gXRe2hQ_w60/s320/outings+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440459852642938434" border="0" /></a><br />You may note the purse on the back of his chair, it seems to be the perfect place for me to put my purse, kind of coat hanger-esk.<br /><br />Once we get into the van, we have to strap him down. There are four clamps or hooks that we put on his chair so that he won't go whipping around during the ride. Although I think he would love to be whipping around just a little...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrl-QJJ1JEt5TSbFAgIGtIWlNDQORXRDMbkXNk0hzyoKwSsrKnXGEJ1-qBznLMPFYQ7Y8h9B2SOh-SiC9HWgsyDQVuevlQfqM-Xpzmv3WYTxy09Ut4YPNJD1UYk-2pmIUrbTsNxOSjpk/s1600-h/outings+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrl-QJJ1JEt5TSbFAgIGtIWlNDQORXRDMbkXNk0hzyoKwSsrKnXGEJ1-qBznLMPFYQ7Y8h9B2SOh-SiC9HWgsyDQVuevlQfqM-Xpzmv3WYTxy09Ut4YPNJD1UYk-2pmIUrbTsNxOSjpk/s320/outings+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440460694316293570" border="0" /></a><br />We went to Target today, which happens to be one of Eriks very favorite stores of all time. Whenever I get something new, he always asks me where I got it, and being an avid Target shopper myself, if I tell him that I got it from Target he gets a broad smile across his face. Oh Target. This is the inside of Target. We were going to take a picture of the outside as we were going in, but it started to rain a bit, so we decided that this would have to do.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVMRnCAnzu-tTI-u-8R7yjDr6wSmMhbwlb4R0cKDs_vnUtzU9p4pjUQKKPMLh6qnNQiezpEWeS5wl8gUn0AxxcrYL9TYiABPVZAle9ZVhjJDUdavP3rpdAOhyphenhyphenzpbE7xfnzsdgqp4ca4w/s1600-h/outings+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVMRnCAnzu-tTI-u-8R7yjDr6wSmMhbwlb4R0cKDs_vnUtzU9p4pjUQKKPMLh6qnNQiezpEWeS5wl8gUn0AxxcrYL9TYiABPVZAle9ZVhjJDUdavP3rpdAOhyphenhyphenzpbE7xfnzsdgqp4ca4w/s320/outings+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440460688670937218" border="0" /></a><br />Erik has a deep and profound love for video games. He love talking about games, watching people play games, and looking at new games. So our first stop was to look at what video games Target had. Another one of Eriks loves is Guitar Hero. So we found the Guitar Hero video game!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaHDU_CgscY-yaszGYHhGDcxDmai2x3TSD6iX03-hqgP4Dpbfy4o7yAvVc1-hdUr3D6_jD1sD37J-YjalkR3FxJkK3eRXU8cIwhDnS2ebUwHyVZs8z7dYK4zk6S8hrJPKFNIHXtH3J2Q/s1600-h/outings+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaHDU_CgscY-yaszGYHhGDcxDmai2x3TSD6iX03-hqgP4Dpbfy4o7yAvVc1-hdUr3D6_jD1sD37J-YjalkR3FxJkK3eRXU8cIwhDnS2ebUwHyVZs8z7dYK4zk6S8hrJPKFNIHXtH3J2Q/s320/outings+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440462063384638914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzwoSbQ5WW6lHQqZ3u_D14XbvThR36Dml2OlWuS5K-cphBHibZHq8G_ZPWIPu87Tr5yC83hEDLHJhwF8U2HeHCbcxUxsT9ZXif_Fx_vDrH4YnuHZ8NO-3bdXkQd8UHkMY4i3iFWxq5z4/s1600-h/outings+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzwoSbQ5WW6lHQqZ3u_D14XbvThR36Dml2OlWuS5K-cphBHibZHq8G_ZPWIPu87Tr5yC83hEDLHJhwF8U2HeHCbcxUxsT9ZXif_Fx_vDrH4YnuHZ8NO-3bdXkQd8UHkMY4i3iFWxq5z4/s320/outings+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440462073785879154" border="0" /></a><br />There are so many wonderful things in Target. One of Hailey's favorite places to go is the toy section. Surprise surprise. We had some fun trying out some of the toys.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNgttpmJIjTkFiqnEbo2zNyQyYkj3peqV4qK_PD7nTmMVPvq8sewAZYtnQFo5FMEErVQRjnLo_qU-cwT7ye32ICVU-ikoRJ2-Gj4iiGbrkXIa2Q0Bg8-WSPtV1jR9oYqGMGSjKDwuj5Y/s1600-h/outings+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNgttpmJIjTkFiqnEbo2zNyQyYkj3peqV4qK_PD7nTmMVPvq8sewAZYtnQFo5FMEErVQRjnLo_qU-cwT7ye32ICVU-ikoRJ2-Gj4iiGbrkXIa2Q0Bg8-WSPtV1jR9oYqGMGSjKDwuj5Y/s320/outings+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440463113660560290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOkKl4V4ttKlLJ7umhnoN0BSZ8vAfkJkt1mSZHPIyGt75EU9t1zQK8uus3VkyQDAJut668OqGig3crIFjcg4302yJK_LKsWIGX5wgSyoX4VfJSyAaC6mQUc3D8Dy04IK6gohtMdwWkLw/s1600-h/outings+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOkKl4V4ttKlLJ7umhnoN0BSZ8vAfkJkt1mSZHPIyGt75EU9t1zQK8uus3VkyQDAJut668OqGig3crIFjcg4302yJK_LKsWIGX5wgSyoX4VfJSyAaC6mQUc3D8Dy04IK6gohtMdwWkLw/s320/outings+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440463120046855426" border="0" /></a><br />Our last stop was in the glorious dollar section. There are so many great finds there, or at least sometimes there are. Because stores are constantly trying to sell holiday paraphernalia there was some Saint Patrick's day and Easter stuff. I guess they didn't think that the Saint Patrick's day holiday could holds it own.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15YdW9wQYMGejQy13DhiRiOtEx6f0sfGZMNYqZFN0RV7XU6shnVBxADNPFbh3RKCfGfhwfGsTd2mmmBaUwh37jd_dT1vG17x09cc2AFw7DkRJFRGeK9fKlW6_PUxQKUtEHcUmVOIQbUc/s1600-h/outings+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15YdW9wQYMGejQy13DhiRiOtEx6f0sfGZMNYqZFN0RV7XU6shnVBxADNPFbh3RKCfGfhwfGsTd2mmmBaUwh37jd_dT1vG17x09cc2AFw7DkRJFRGeK9fKlW6_PUxQKUtEHcUmVOIQbUc/s320/outings+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440465468543847762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTaZL1x2An3AlnciJqGuOtCd5r94feepCEFl5cN38LKlhyqHHJ9y7RKCqrFxczNH0lRjjohvWfp4wKo-ZlZEoH-vcC3gnjd4Kd6WmLRM_FeG4T6swhzLEcAydP42GvOjkj6dtIzyIqHWM/s1600-h/outings+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTaZL1x2An3AlnciJqGuOtCd5r94feepCEFl5cN38LKlhyqHHJ9y7RKCqrFxczNH0lRjjohvWfp4wKo-ZlZEoH-vcC3gnjd4Kd6WmLRM_FeG4T6swhzLEcAydP42GvOjkj6dtIzyIqHWM/s320/outings+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440466104323726354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6snUU73vvogmzA66Wja8ST_R1QeeR-sIb_1jFNpau-og5zuConxLLAx8mWOG7lBqcQc8WSvIrKXvP7Rp35Z27JXoFSJtgc0RTEFR0ApCWpwlzqf4fTt0bDu3qYmaarN1yX01tBjA1Rpk/s1600-h/outings+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6snUU73vvogmzA66Wja8ST_R1QeeR-sIb_1jFNpau-og5zuConxLLAx8mWOG7lBqcQc8WSvIrKXvP7Rp35Z27JXoFSJtgc0RTEFR0ApCWpwlzqf4fTt0bDu3qYmaarN1yX01tBjA1Rpk/s320/outings+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440465483695011298" border="0" /></a><br />Our next stop was to Sam's Club. Erik drinks an enormous amount of milk every day and is very concerned if they are running low. You could say that it is the main staple of his diet. Also he just loves food, and buying new things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2mseofurON7DmL0KdrxvfQj2vQLU9iQ-LGTg-daMyvR-ov2skGwbMtU0dA9QCu11nMJTi474DqTbMCzLcq-aLSrI2ULdxp4Vkf-O8OSnsWQwCBqvOy1Q7vPTrZaFP6y6YC8GvajXI0E/s1600-h/outings+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2mseofurON7DmL0KdrxvfQj2vQLU9iQ-LGTg-daMyvR-ov2skGwbMtU0dA9QCu11nMJTi474DqTbMCzLcq-aLSrI2ULdxp4Vkf-O8OSnsWQwCBqvOy1Q7vPTrZaFP6y6YC8GvajXI0E/s320/outings+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440466112558662418" border="0" /></a><br />One of his favorite things about Sam's club is the food court. He loves going there and getting pizza, and sometimes ice cream!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjoFP4wHEfojJhdKdkfVSWUdGj-3IURTIuRa99RCzYQYdCTPZewwNWl0HvVsn9X5yJN7Rju_LGz_70_8IsGkaJzH1q77ns-yseBxrGq_3TutRMLWV8pkINCQ6ARpfP97LCkmgYllovLY/s1600-h/outings+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjoFP4wHEfojJhdKdkfVSWUdGj-3IURTIuRa99RCzYQYdCTPZewwNWl0HvVsn9X5yJN7Rju_LGz_70_8IsGkaJzH1q77ns-yseBxrGq_3TutRMLWV8pkINCQ6ARpfP97LCkmgYllovLY/s320/outings+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440467351032640434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXvKeZW0ZtDcrLCY2-a3B9IiTfKjABehH7P0Z0xoUED3h180bpNhD9HVbRcjbhHZQg1WJZhDY1lCkDCX-Sz2RACmTClWtloy_n9kYTCNa-tDLNS3-iLSuSr8sXg_ggPaYmlEvgQCF2cE/s1600-h/outings+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXvKeZW0ZtDcrLCY2-a3B9IiTfKjABehH7P0Z0xoUED3h180bpNhD9HVbRcjbhHZQg1WJZhDY1lCkDCX-Sz2RACmTClWtloy_n9kYTCNa-tDLNS3-iLSuSr8sXg_ggPaYmlEvgQCF2cE/s320/outings+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440467362533728626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know this is kind of off subject, but I have finished my charcoal drawing finally. Every time I would look at it I would see 3 new things that I needed to change. It was not conducive to timeliness, but it did make for a better picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvK_gg1Pjyf3Fzd9kwfOCB_elYwKjkpUYAI9nKCqSu1H0lz6n-q7a4sfCiPaO9u3kdbjTfb1RwbBJcMZpP-dqwSyflB_w5oSKYTnilM8pr0qvsMWz0kEiUyVkYDiMW4parhR3ZtZmFzdI/s1600-h/outings+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvK_gg1Pjyf3Fzd9kwfOCB_elYwKjkpUYAI9nKCqSu1H0lz6n-q7a4sfCiPaO9u3kdbjTfb1RwbBJcMZpP-dqwSyflB_w5oSKYTnilM8pr0qvsMWz0kEiUyVkYDiMW4parhR3ZtZmFzdI/s320/outings+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440467368962450914" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-81724470930404431692010-01-16T09:12:00.000-08:002010-01-30T17:13:23.265-08:00Diaper CakeMy sister is having a girl at the end of February, so we are having her baby shower next Saturday. I have heard of diaper cakes before and apparently they are all the rage. So I did a little research via youtube and a miscellaneous of websites to find out exactly how to make one. Isn't it so wonderful that they give a few simple instructions and poof magically appears the finished product that looks flawless. What they don't show you is that this is really a two person job, and even then it can get a bit sketchy. Luckily I had my brother there to help construct the cake. And after a few failed attempts we finally got it right.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4puwnRHgXl3KFu8OoqnneoYmb6uwVwaE1sl6Me3C0ppMzZ9v4qu-0oWg6LXafua9jsNynluTVEj-6A3CGF202LS0rmPHnsefkN-UO9n-7wWAPK5O4J6R6D0UB-EqQ48uJl0H2Iar0XI/s1600-h/diaper+cake+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427389558826363378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4puwnRHgXl3KFu8OoqnneoYmb6uwVwaE1sl6Me3C0ppMzZ9v4qu-0oWg6LXafua9jsNynluTVEj-6A3CGF202LS0rmPHnsefkN-UO9n-7wWAPK5O4J6R6D0UB-EqQ48uJl0H2Iar0XI/s320/diaper+cake+004.jpg" /></a><br />We choose to do the flat swirled look. It just looks so much better than the other one in my opinion. And daisy's are such a friendly flower, who could resist?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlQsVB81JKZFCQcw5g9H5nIuaEXRhnX6SBGQCvrYUzlKHPiO7-UXUBJAt9aNTsAT6ybN6tvgRr_t4_KZRNGudet2Y1CYLDDyuIXvqCiAJ8wh9yeKnAWQ4YrCDbxKAxsKglslCw5cAcKs/s1600-h/diaper+cake+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427389567596684402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlQsVB81JKZFCQcw5g9H5nIuaEXRhnX6SBGQCvrYUzlKHPiO7-UXUBJAt9aNTsAT6ybN6tvgRr_t4_KZRNGudet2Y1CYLDDyuIXvqCiAJ8wh9yeKnAWQ4YrCDbxKAxsKglslCw5cAcKs/s320/diaper+cake+003.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-56417765473147786932010-01-09T11:12:00.001-08:002010-01-09T11:21:50.655-08:00Cake DecoratingSeveral years ago my sister Katie took cake decorating courses at Michaels and became very good at it. Recently Kiersten, also my sister, purchased a cake decorating kit and wanted to learn how to use them. So we went over to Katie's and decorated some cakes.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48ByTgd4QwEuQE_GCbiPpX_H9SVgi-0KW231QUJz_nWuTcGB1e4-wlxhpoqTsNwC7v5NwmMWgyAQ3X40yT4AraJ7KB-fgKGii5Qfg6HJPMpuT0x4ebSiAaNEDJ8RTM0ZcJWapTjXbGWY/s1600-h/Eriks+blog+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48ByTgd4QwEuQE_GCbiPpX_H9SVgi-0KW231QUJz_nWuTcGB1e4-wlxhpoqTsNwC7v5NwmMWgyAQ3X40yT4AraJ7KB-fgKGii5Qfg6HJPMpuT0x4ebSiAaNEDJ8RTM0ZcJWapTjXbGWY/s320/Eriks+blog+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820837150802610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the cake that I did. It turned out pretty well for my first lesson. But the purple stripe down the middle of a cake haunted me right from the moment I put it on there. But live and learn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOPsCdDaSwPadPWEeELR8q8213lPUOEoQrVbFLRLgNzgvPSPsJl4JzTTue4MenWpD_M1UVhM4jfR732TQOc_WRQPdubtbaA7VkjIQUG_-Lv7CMj8e4VBDqFDPpYfai9JtOQ_fd5EE6bM/s1600-h/Eriks+blog+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOPsCdDaSwPadPWEeELR8q8213lPUOEoQrVbFLRLgNzgvPSPsJl4JzTTue4MenWpD_M1UVhM4jfR732TQOc_WRQPdubtbaA7VkjIQUG_-Lv7CMj8e4VBDqFDPpYfai9JtOQ_fd5EE6bM/s320/Eriks+blog+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820847641644802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the cake that Katie did. Unfortunately I had to leave to go to work before she finished it, but it still looks really good. No wonder she is the master of cakes. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcPH-n_1Qnp1GyM0YIOWY7qpJibN9qCVrb74vdshXWwLyK95e4o22_zdwwlro6cTxnG7BLn0f31oT_FxKjta4vpDnzYhyUyCbihutJSU8CBOSxSqO_XWJQMmdtHDOsV1ztb3i6Lvlhyc/s1600-h/Eriks+blog+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcPH-n_1Qnp1GyM0YIOWY7qpJibN9qCVrb74vdshXWwLyK95e4o22_zdwwlro6cTxnG7BLn0f31oT_FxKjta4vpDnzYhyUyCbihutJSU8CBOSxSqO_XWJQMmdtHDOsV1ztb3i6Lvlhyc/s320/Eriks+blog+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820852081329842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the cake that Kiersten made. She put on several bouquets of flowers after I left. It looked really good. Who knows, maybe cake decorating is an inherited trait!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-25867146470758578612010-01-09T10:59:00.001-08:002010-01-09T11:10:47.746-08:00Paula's DesignErik has had a long time obsession with food networks one and only Paula Deen. It has reached new heights with the addition of cooking magazine. So today we tried out one of her recipes, Strawberry Coffee Cake. We added out own addition to the recipe because I had never heard of a coffee cake without streusel. Isn't that the best part of a coffee cake, the secret reason to make one? I will take a firm stance and say yes I demand streusel!<br /><br />So this morning when I arrived at work we immediately began baking. It took lots of hard work and help from Erik but we finally got it in the oven.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSr7-xwbAEEjF9aZC-JxPfk8NXAJed7bMf495PApuRLMSANCk9-ssYv-8Kn_CZ_w2N99yevvndKGt-XB6PQ1PoapH3SYX4BRQWSP1r1U7GIWh7vtmoKNlvWpGob0afJPItpU6kqqvxU54/s1600-h/Eriks+blog+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSr7-xwbAEEjF9aZC-JxPfk8NXAJed7bMf495PApuRLMSANCk9-ssYv-8Kn_CZ_w2N99yevvndKGt-XB6PQ1PoapH3SYX4BRQWSP1r1U7GIWh7vtmoKNlvWpGob0afJPItpU6kqqvxU54/s320/Eriks+blog+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424818514797228050" border="0" /></a><br />As I always do, we set the timer for the cake less than directed so that it would not over cook. We checked it when the timer went off (which is Erik's job to tell me when it does) and it was not done. So we put it in for 3 more minutes and checked again. We must have done this at least 5 times because each time it was still not done! But when it finally was cooked we discovered that it was well worth the wait.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHceANCbszvfcADTkWfz_goAiLv4oL9u535J1rgllVhnQ-EKvGfI1lcwprHqdEFlELGPY82EyFXpuRlVifT-3vyCnQroUcASNcGtiSOUkuWcxbaLIDaJY724iJTB0-UcjORBkXABakoE/s1600-h/Eriks+blog+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHceANCbszvfcADTkWfz_goAiLv4oL9u535J1rgllVhnQ-EKvGfI1lcwprHqdEFlELGPY82EyFXpuRlVifT-3vyCnQroUcASNcGtiSOUkuWcxbaLIDaJY724iJTB0-UcjORBkXABakoE/s320/Eriks+blog+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819308278780306" border="0" /></a><br />Doesn't that look delicious?! Oh yes, streusel definitely makes the cake. Well the strawberries and almonds don't hurt either.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-22523140177506383502009-10-05T15:20:00.000-07:002009-10-05T18:43:29.931-07:00Black and WhiteYes, it has been a long time since our last post. We try to post more often, but are at a lost to know what to write about. Then I realized that i have not posted any of my charcoal pictures for a while. This is mostly because my camera has been broken for quite a while, and it seemed like such a hassle to borrow one, transfer the pictures, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yatta</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yatta</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yatta</span>. But the day has come to where I have run out of excuses, so here they are. This first picture I did of my Great Grandmother Nessie. This is a picture of her soon after she was married.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OIAsH2hzaoZhit7noUBkf_nKz_XKuXMRbq05t4_HPD8apj2J-dvj0tbluPk9EY272B-bj3L9JSKE4DI9seiFvBND_YjEmkHqFtkdQilroCiL9q5F9O1goNnNzi1alGJz6lebeRpEp4g/s1600-h/Grandma.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389248191196862018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OIAsH2hzaoZhit7noUBkf_nKz_XKuXMRbq05t4_HPD8apj2J-dvj0tbluPk9EY272B-bj3L9JSKE4DI9seiFvBND_YjEmkHqFtkdQilroCiL9q5F9O1goNnNzi1alGJz6lebeRpEp4g/s320/Grandma.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is a picture I did of Erik's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">niece</span>. For my internship, we are having a fundraiser, the biggest one we are hosting for the year. At this fundraiser we are having a silent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">auction</span>, so I decided to do a charcoal drawing to donate. This is the one that I decided to donate. I'll be excited to see how much my picture will bring in!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpqcOo-VkcQmsj0_Av33NWISoHHg1Pce2epRJ8wARaCzcoOF-mlHABW7m2RRuwpMsJUU_ldzkkdKLot2Xk-8AxlxEyVJV_6Wn5qghETkaI-tUm2asjwVbTP5SqnlBocWAz5clLStACVw/s1600-h/Cam+4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389248185089057410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpqcOo-VkcQmsj0_Av33NWISoHHg1Pce2epRJ8wARaCzcoOF-mlHABW7m2RRuwpMsJUU_ldzkkdKLot2Xk-8AxlxEyVJV_6Wn5qghETkaI-tUm2asjwVbTP5SqnlBocWAz5clLStACVw/s320/Cam+4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">picture</span> was very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">interesting</span> to do. When I tried to take a picture of my drawing, I didn't want to use the flash because then there would be that rather annoying circle of light centrally in my picture. So just imagine it a bit lighter. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vP8y8FHG1eBOdaLwHxZSlk9RN88Fymo-VFwrOuRzLEpgK7k9G-bA4nMxo6v7_HS99GPefqDaW1hLMQSd7nNE0rhMJ1B3uyIfOERbVGtlLA0Xswm7Kouf8T9_UOdV5VF6_qs4Sj3ydyI/s1600-h/Christ+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389248174315539538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vP8y8FHG1eBOdaLwHxZSlk9RN88Fymo-VFwrOuRzLEpgK7k9G-bA4nMxo6v7_HS99GPefqDaW1hLMQSd7nNE0rhMJ1B3uyIfOERbVGtlLA0Xswm7Kouf8T9_UOdV5VF6_qs4Sj3ydyI/s320/Christ+3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-66057597077411627182009-08-12T15:58:00.000-07:002009-08-12T16:51:04.614-07:00It Only Happens Once a YearOh yes it has happened, I have become one year older. Put one more ring around my tree trunk. For this year I did a slew of things spanning over several days. Who says a birthday can't last more than one day? So on Wednesday, my actaul day of birth (August 5), I went out to breakfast with some of my dear friends at Ihop. I was going to go somewhere else, which will remain nameless, but apparently Ihop is the place to go. It is a well known fact that I am a bit camera shy, so only one picture was taken to document it. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369217451063706338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVy6yjZFSZo4uqITT2zXoMgA2RJd53VV5OMTMKz48XqLg89jJN0BbuIt30570bzibDC2o-vfkx2iAo2XlAPHXigf4MfUitcQWEau1ke_URnVg2tZkNiobBkGT45_3HPUA8OfR9l6eueQ/s320/DSC07496.JPG" /><br /><div>So on Friday the I had a little party. Invited to this party was Erik and his family of course. For the past 14 years of my life, whenever I had a Birthday party, it has always been a swim party. So for this year my mother through out having a pinata instead, mostly in a joking manner. But the idea really took flight and yes ended in having an actualy pinata at the party!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369219617194065858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtod6F7shtopLNqaKZGV0cviqQMS2f9gMWSNNhuw6WdD4Er9YGRQtXP2FlL55qmZIHQsbR-IE8ngOdoTXpLXNub7rVhR7USEs-6qlLfE6gwHoXXj157LVQJwDPHT2oAGh3lCHUll022l0/s320/DSC07505.JPG" /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369219630948276258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kCbEC6EiDqySMXoPpWLiHzjD0eNatWMiKzi0H2sYc9zfAJu3PdBdYtPgl_jTmir3rWbKIkooNWyRdJWwtAaKnTmXPLxf7P_RkcsoEUtdZlITpUHFdSHP4B_ZFyPHJJ3tdh7HLCKz1FM/s320/DSC07510.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369219639165994450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKSdIFGcZvpPc31I5MQYAukODXjr0H83-dE8vrYENeo8rOXSOI_n4ZuiQJeycWGRBQr4EGRTwhcG5EY_4bw3sHl04b2b-r2jDtvEdfDDadP-EqSKFkfWYj3mLEoOaTj3NHd4-d8VziOw/s320/DSC07523.JPG" /> <p>My nephew Parker came to the store with us to pick out the pinata. He instantly loved it and even tried to ride it in the store. We were worried that he would be devestated when we started to hit his new found friend until he split open. But there must be something about little boys, put a stick in their hand and their instincts take over. Exibit A:</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369219651300031234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZs9vpmSp7qm50Q1OrJCuDLXimyjQ9_YrbakEIB7towVVc2TbgqHKgq-MJfH57F2mGB75V6wg5SinwX51HhF-KnLWsUG7TgaE3Zb8dGCBsNZWjtYHbSikmLwNHE_jc5NITzlXKFUDk4w/s320/DSC07534.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369220954401075762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3RzsyJfWsmKfBw4hxxxYvki2kbRqY8F7Ol6EXuIIfwbgdGwSP0zOUnKILPUHNqqF1RBpn-1Ikmhs5u_1Ml3-cDcb4lHBEekuF_FHXje3QlYRnvqe4UY5jDog8BtuXGjr0-yRtfZys0Wc/s320/DSC07548.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369220960540690418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_WmzNIGiQyQ-_xxEzSnClCSluVD955hqebT3YCYT7LP37iYDmHuMf8OmjI1Y1I9JDT-JGiGcg2VsJYkzanfSAoHFBaXyOO59sNFJIF1ZBVTPY8oVK2M0cEUx3_gFyY7V0NZTsA6xhSI/s320/DSC07553.JPG" /> <p>And of course the night could not end without a little Guitar Hero.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369220984674159234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujgG-mbXhyphenhyphenzodvS3IZ6NQ2Dg2H6YnDIG0j6OehU1KWsQzXtukhjO2V07kiYMWcGLFqUKsV6wAHI__ZSkPDcfCsMQV_MOSQ4pbUzpzD34zn7V1H0wVWtrCOeserqwQFBo5RZui5kaylHc/s320/DSC07567.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-87024788151732423592009-07-22T17:39:00.000-07:002009-08-10T10:55:12.779-07:00When Life Gives You Lemons...We have all heard the phrase when you are given lemons make lemonade. Well what if someone doesn't like lemonade, that seems quite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exlusionatory</span></span>. So in lieu of that we have an new avenue to explore, the world of culinary e<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">xcellence</span></span>. Oh yes, cupcakes. We have discovered that lemon cream cheese frosted cupcakes are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">exquisite</span>. Definitely a perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lightweight</span> summer delight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361455537078516466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iJc3E_M-QQmSe7aIUVcHvubFy641dZwXcmtUQP8SdzI_JN1YKK1Seet0BUUpV80NXDz6doWVFG51KMOHziwudvjxxs62lxVE_EwL5F5gzZm0FjRWEOETjiysJ1Lii6DTBw5BGMzs188/s320/DSC_7068.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Just another day in the life of Erik and Amanda. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-46000674696692701292009-07-11T18:18:00.000-07:002009-08-13T16:54:51.081-07:00The Library<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rX0jNr4fcuXBcPo86MdQMtkWZp5fEdcn0sBw9bhjlWv5Jk-t7haZFzqGWWcfo7UQuPqoF5I12fdffovFtoZ4DeiTTSZhyphenhypheno3NLi5S25vc8Ny33-lCQ8819eTq8NYbnfqVcwEUZLCUzrc/s1600-h/DSCN6748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357380192520640818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rX0jNr4fcuXBcPo86MdQMtkWZp5fEdcn0sBw9bhjlWv5Jk-t7haZFzqGWWcfo7UQuPqoF5I12fdffovFtoZ4DeiTTSZhyphenhypheno3NLi5S25vc8Ny33-lCQ8819eTq8NYbnfqVcwEUZLCUzrc/s320/DSCN6748.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>Ever since we are just wee children, our teachers have told us to not waste our summer on trivial things, but to use this time to get ahead. I always scoft at this in my mind. But there is no scofting now when prizes are involved. The local library is doing a summer reading program. Normally this would not be very exciting, but when prizes are involved it always seems to peak peoples interest, young or old. So Erik and I have been making lots of trips to the local library. If they think they can put an age limit on who gets these prizes, I say think again. Erik and I are both planning on getting a very extravagant prize by the end of the summer. Oh ya!</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379260774370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHid6hhaIhgYPQU2vrFRtb7Vg3fs76BqoBPLOWZukhlXDz23P1H2dwX_P1xawlTb35-Wf9xwFWtLR9YlPIah917ZFKbMe_vwU5BqhuBDgee5rGGnnVbBXBPi0-EALry4j49QBxPZqeGCQ/s320/DSCN6752.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNG6Emt1BOVhd7U8GoPpCZoTmYNI09d1NdGMHOjkJf9qG3ixg3nxfZ7qf83m2gutG-O4nROstrumLXZdD0IquHDwuHDU5-jLqpvECuvenlgv5DpSdT34Ims62GNiHsozuRQFWqh5YHBs/s1600-h/DSCN6747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379256440068658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNG6Emt1BOVhd7U8GoPpCZoTmYNI09d1NdGMHOjkJf9qG3ixg3nxfZ7qf83m2gutG-O4nROstrumLXZdD0IquHDwuHDU5-jLqpvECuvenlgv5DpSdT34Ims62GNiHsozuRQFWqh5YHBs/s320/DSCN6747.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357380188196462162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpkdZO-0-C38H95IRl3u7PQX4ujAl4CsRsYuseBfOV-Cp0LJTiYCMvN8nh6tX7wsSTb7LgX8Snkju3zcu-q4qRz3CgNN0J9kXm_tISOWyjcu51wGjv67BQjAlmG0qh_SpBYK9XoQUmrs/s320/DSCN6754.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-64494975854785859802009-04-04T12:37:00.000-07:002009-04-07T16:29:46.163-07:00And When We Say One More Time...<div align="center">Yes we really meant it! An interesting phenomenon has occured. Aparently our blog has been rediscovered. I went to work today and Hailey, Erik's younger sister, was singing a few lines and proclaimed that she wanted a post of her own revealing some of her favorite things. So here we go, again.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320991205577170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhR-Elk69tvD-RPa4-4i-83BtmUF12RE30kgT2dBPeuEdrY1QSjyywprsEjoBpoK7913pzeAd_Ij_V3TCAbsPw_DdaY7RZnL9MD7s8yYiwrBC8D06bUYeoW4h_Fx9FPn3mAEaxvVL5KQ/s320/Hailey's+main+picture.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Playing with Lola and dancing around</div><div align="center">Going on walks and sleepin on the ground</div><div align="center">Reading all of her favorite books</div><div align="center">These are a few of her favorite things</div><br /><div align="center">Sliding down the stairs on only a pillow</div><div align="center">Playing the wii with her nephew Andin</div><div align="center">Eating grahm crackers until she get sick</div><div align="center">These are a few of her favorite things</div><br /><div align="center">Playing webkins and mario kart</div><div align="center">Watching scooby doo and playing with friends</div><div align="center">Making Erik laugh until his nostrols flare</div><div align="center">These are a few of her favorite things</div><br /><div align="center">When her mom leaves<br />When there's no cream cheese</div><div align="center">When she's feeling sad</div><div align="center">She simply remembers her favorite things</div><div align="center">And then she doesn't feel so bad</div><br /><div align="center">(Repeat)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Now let's try it with some visuals!!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Playing with Lola and dancing around<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320991943563850098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOZ_Ygy6FKzYFkIImWkacD7wX45xkRUnbYAJucwaXtyzR6hNbQVpOTixwopkiFVCCsH8eauXpVqBvDSAx608JV3YhvfLO5UvhXO91O4Xce_D3GozkPo2DW_vjemZZDX_l4NA3YmrEeTI/s320/Hailey+and+Lola.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320991949243833202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCEMIZvOEweiAQoQ-u0aA29XTD-SqfU52hQrAmyzPbKf_tEa-I6xwn0Y3kntaGacVMb90gKu8fXOp183k-1YUnMgIbk4fqqB_n0Y7ddj1i3Unc1R2bVaegHhZiizE22GwZzK9EsYXN7U/s320/Hailey+dancing.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Going on walks and sleepin on the ground</p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320992459295297154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4IJ9sKT1VVeMFtvLCO8TTwwc65f_Qutw_MrAEItsD94t8lYArSNFQ1o2zfNN6b-wQdjbLqDVeSing2Go7BjEYhsY1d5e3FquzIyusn9bO-_8p0YlCi6kGee90gY_5dmH5FHkX5NkZV3U/s320/Hailey's+favorite+things+014.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320992466668455842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_uWn3YnBvc-k-c9Jqcx2oBZIGbeknZDgh8qdkH9oJz9pB7OoKDFsrXRs4mfQN8rwZPHSnvEreylx6R95-jCNyGJywYw2XY2lFdG03gLFRxInUHft4DW17J65WpljS5bS-yzxLzQkBEs/s320/Hailey's+favorite+things+057.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Reading all of her favorite books </p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320993416487426466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBda_3ltZ5PMiHW_KcwTuxz4Jf3vsLFdqmfjO7K90vL-l9iTMD7OcZTsRPdg_rvOTLXggTRyBM2fM43zddNCKTQxLsq2OUmamNsQ_S9bK6R1VO_8hMfTu52MUK0joQsImgz5gGxo0ijZ8/s320/Hailey+and+book+3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">These are a few of her favorite things </p><div align="center">Sliding down the stairs on only a pillow </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320993428504278418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxxzlwFODaC7LYvawicF3QemXzqKhUW80nut4gCmI0dz5lLBcxRmEwQZqlS7aYBheCewJgu4iNQTjyYr9qUSCIbAlQT6e93Fj6FUOWK8U7wxPzG8ZwKIXvAPKFFsSMIjp9hxoalbkKNo/s320/Hailey+on+the+stairs.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">Playing the wii with her nephew Andin<br />Eating grahm crackers until she get sick<br />These are a few of her favorite things<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Playing webkins and mario kart<br />Watching scooby doo and playing with friends<br />Making Erik laugh until his nostrols flare<br />These are a few of her favorite things<br /></div><br /><div align="center">When her mom leaves</div><div align="center">When there's no cream cheese<br />When she's feeling sad<br />She simply remembers her favorite things<br />And then she doesn't feel so bad!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-91032686828063052742009-02-21T12:42:00.000-08:002009-02-23T20:48:27.048-08:00And These Are a Few of My Favorite Things<div align="center">Some may say that rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens are a few of their favorite things, but Erik has an idea of his own. Please read/sing to the tune of my favorite things for full effect. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305364196032187314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1lLEcShs54efD2Vp9xlQnXffsILNaH8EsMxMQV8XErlgYNYhP-ffUaGuj9oGiRQWA2yI-j4FlCIX3ihp8NXqc6UeAHBsJixXL5J9wSJts4u1cw1s-3iyHDn8mEUGmEh_V7AJ0L5U6No/s320/erik's+blog+pictures+p1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Waffles on plates and bumps in the pavement </div><div align="center">Cars in the way and pretty glass tables </div><div align="center">Wearing his brace on just his left leg </div><div align="center">These are a few of his favorite things</div><br /><div align="center">Walking with the hummer and waiting for summer</div><div align="center">Playing Mario kart until my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">finger</span> is numb-er</div><div align="center">Pretending to be on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Paulas</span> cooking show</div><div align="center">These are a few of his favorite things</div><br /><div align="center">Going to the pond and then to the park</div><div align="center">Sewing all day and checking the email</div><div align="center">Playing hockey and driving in the van</div><div align="center">These are a few of his favorite things</div><br /><div align="center">When the dog stinks<br />When the sink screams</div><div align="center">When he's feeling sad</div><div align="center">He simply remembers his favorite things</div><div align="center">Then he doesn't feel so bad</div><br /><div align="center">(Repeat)</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We have gone around today and taken some pictures of Erik's favorite things for a more dramatic affect. A one more time!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Waffles on plates and bumps in the pavement</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqCkfS770HKrLE7PIWMWSyXZLp8hM85wyJE8vpNadYxv_KhIHcwduyhcAipN1SgxCn5GrzevAOf6840GpJ0MWeF7ti3KRUDWjiRQ5qpxJAbJqGLGpIwMkl6We-c57ZrhTGbHHEkGOZmM/s1600-h/erik's+blog+pictures+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305365964807858786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqCkfS770HKrLE7PIWMWSyXZLp8hM85wyJE8vpNadYxv_KhIHcwduyhcAipN1SgxCn5GrzevAOf6840GpJ0MWeF7ti3KRUDWjiRQ5qpxJAbJqGLGpIwMkl6We-c57ZrhTGbHHEkGOZmM/s320/erik's+blog+pictures+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305365951364506946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwjhdDpv2gH_o_xnuQVsC4_sYi6GWiu_EUkWRTsrqX7TAPucW7eYGtjFUY8BvVQzb9K2Xz5moPhSOUiZF13BgkfI0EAEOdEnQfOiS-kETCiz7FjXcZZHx5szU9iyV_84Ojplsv7R2-m8/s320/erik's+blog+pictures+033.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">-----------------------------------------------------------------</p><p align="center">Wearing his brace on just his left leg<br />These are a few of his favorite things<br />Walking with the hummer and waiting for summer<br />Playing Mario kart until my finger is numb-er<br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305366764433269298" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq38G7AdyW6NQI7X6hejNcBBRxMMFjLNxYKPqhJtrEerjgNmbjLmF88wQ_Oibe7-VvmpURyY-na0uy_OmDdhE5BBe8x9J2a_UjXtapMztv4Ju6HQYAZMWH5s58GJ2RkopDJjGQhqiwiw/s320/erik's+blog+pictures+035.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">These are a few of his favorite things<br />When the dog stinks When the sink screams<br />When he's feeling sad<br />He simply remembers his favorite things<br />Then he doesn't feel so bad!!! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-86119814646846291892009-02-17T15:36:00.000-08:002009-02-17T16:35:10.132-08:00And We're Back!!!As some of you may know, I stopped working with Erik this summer to focus on my internship. So I had been tossing and turning each night over what should be done about the blog. This was not just my blog, but mine and Eriks, so it did not feel right to go on without him, hence my lack of posts lately. But now we are back! I have started working with Erik again so our blog is thus revived! In this resurrection of sorts, we are going to revamp our whole blog. Erik wants to put new music on there, and possibly new wall paper if it strikes our fancy. I think that every good blog post should have pictures since we live in a optically stimulating world, but I have nothing in particular to post, which is a problem. We had made paula deen's fantastic oatmeal cookies, but it remains undocumented. So As a solution, I am going to give you all a sneak peek of what is to come. I have started up my charcoal class again and this is the picture that I am going to do. Hope you enjoy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvVA-L-Ew4pPiQhMyI53dd9Nha_k6yeBF_YFeGjM2qJfNuDOCFbF0cqilCLnJKn8FdcElHre-SM5X3a-ti0lzSGUnmDCzF29sPIFuqVuN2sprtdMRs8OswAkeAb-uoYjo-_VkhgVkTLw/s1600-h/Jesus_027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303922973763114322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvVA-L-Ew4pPiQhMyI53dd9Nha_k6yeBF_YFeGjM2qJfNuDOCFbF0cqilCLnJKn8FdcElHre-SM5X3a-ti0lzSGUnmDCzF29sPIFuqVuN2sprtdMRs8OswAkeAb-uoYjo-_VkhgVkTLw/s320/Jesus_027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>We look forward to many amore posts!<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-3456339336880842682008-07-31T16:37:00.000-07:002008-07-31T17:10:22.371-07:00What is This World Coming To?!Oh Yes what is this world coming to when our very food begins to show us the trend out humanity?! I found this revelation in the form of a hot dog. I was making Erik one of his favorite meals, a hot dog. I cooked it, got a bun out, everything was going as it had many times before, and then I saw it, the hot dog. When i put it in the bun, the hot dog looked like it was in an over sized coffin. How did this happen?! Isn't the purpose of a hot dog bun to be just the right size to hold the hot dog so that we can get rid of those blasted utensils? Who wants to bite into a hot dog and find only ketchup, mustard, and bun? <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArDkuTM_ZGAaVFiR3pt7YSNFy_E6RRFQuBg8zb2kcdvZn7k7cbyHBRYOZqI8t3sNG3NybtbKJ_N-UUQuToWopV1GcGAV8TZRzBX4PNqHQuAZz2w2KAswai2q8lG_HpljO5IIW8wEKd_4/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229327628923820290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArDkuTM_ZGAaVFiR3pt7YSNFy_E6RRFQuBg8zb2kcdvZn7k7cbyHBRYOZqI8t3sNG3NybtbKJ_N-UUQuToWopV1GcGAV8TZRzBX4PNqHQuAZz2w2KAswai2q8lG_HpljO5IIW8wEKd_4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For Erik, he eats his hotdogs a little differently than the general public. He thinks that the more ketchup the better. If you lose sight of the actual hotdog underneath the mounds of ketchup you almost have enough. <br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zuw9vM5yl4DabpsNrdD6JHx1qtBf8FTnhljvDkUp70JSLmMy6vCs4T7WcOSKkCJHH1CNjwJB51gvYytqwBMflPUm88YJAzWEdSF4HBhAyjQSW2grZjI9S9U6CB8eWUn_ORwnM5CtY7g/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229327633161167394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zuw9vM5yl4DabpsNrdD6JHx1qtBf8FTnhljvDkUp70JSLmMy6vCs4T7WcOSKkCJHH1CNjwJB51gvYytqwBMflPUm88YJAzWEdSF4HBhAyjQSW2grZjI9S9U6CB8eWUn_ORwnM5CtY7g/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p>As you can see, he is very pleased with the ketchup to hotdog ratio this time. Thank goodness for him he doesn't actually eat all of the hotdog bun or else he might also taste of the bitter dissapointment of a hotdog drowning in bun.</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqe2f-KWJt6C-uHLyZuKawCB1SJGFe1ij4LIUzCaN_SJ9LWM271nJvfpepKZq9O-QD0Lz-r1x5Wj7iM6_H4p1knk1_BEsESb_EyCRC0j5VIUS-4D2R6juoVA-6Bn2G-FIuK-8uo32-yMc/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229327634870856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqe2f-KWJt6C-uHLyZuKawCB1SJGFe1ij4LIUzCaN_SJ9LWM271nJvfpepKZq9O-QD0Lz-r1x5Wj7iM6_H4p1knk1_BEsESb_EyCRC0j5VIUS-4D2R6juoVA-6Bn2G-FIuK-8uo32-yMc/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p>It is equally awful when you come across the exact opposite problem, there not being enough. This is my poor over worked closet. I even have one of those closet organizers that promise to quadroople the storing space. As you can see that either that was a blantent lie, or my room is shrinking. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1O_ruUcTV0UZLMyRZgtrAeVoXuCPYi6SbhQPLgVlHJs3tUIZoZ9HeIWxSy6UQ_t47Gxe9kfolhlnrasxbWFk15wjqYrcDdp2uEQDy_w8KAdDxTJhjnFjTtCxmoJfIWsI8UjanmptyX4/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229327645568239394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1O_ruUcTV0UZLMyRZgtrAeVoXuCPYi6SbhQPLgVlHJs3tUIZoZ9HeIWxSy6UQ_t47Gxe9kfolhlnrasxbWFk15wjqYrcDdp2uEQDy_w8KAdDxTJhjnFjTtCxmoJfIWsI8UjanmptyX4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p>Yes there is not enough storage space in my room that i must go to extrodinary lengths to make everything fit. </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrB1JYiXDV6_zzyy29c-NapjX15nilLuyWFtdfWuDR_m5N6U-wKHoJadBP7bGHBTwx-QnZzoN88-OG9qVoKIPVyRnp3nJMObWUndCB29Puwwn0596kW9rhe0QbnR0ST90hJEPLuK4zw8k/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229327652885977762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrB1JYiXDV6_zzyy29c-NapjX15nilLuyWFtdfWuDR_m5N6U-wKHoJadBP7bGHBTwx-QnZzoN88-OG9qVoKIPVyRnp3nJMObWUndCB29Puwwn0596kW9rhe0QbnR0ST90hJEPLuK4zw8k/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p>As you can see, my room has actually literally shrunk! The mirror is even lower than it used to be, my whole body won't even fit in it anymore. If any of you know any room growing products, I am very interested!</p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229331182214188066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9zWN33b6xgSpIuU_iScr6UFb9zqN1BYS_v6aoXD_14DUI8nUIjvqVFQeNLJ6lKnJQ9PI17fmT9VldSEaS7IbqJcjMr5spxMttiCnspid4fd-mhiUVgLZhbkLTAGPD0GxPu_Zc5yNI-g/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-14080059922562189812008-07-31T16:26:00.000-07:002008-07-31T16:37:13.727-07:00Oh Shaunadoodle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStkUKUnSHT-iGIan3qIr59OG7FdOngC2XlO-Euy4GpAH3TKx_swEwSkw0XBhVwAk6WXvu9h_fOyFcr9zDemboWHAsXAUNBEX9tjGP4mIjWG8XimKfAQnLngndapg6UOJonGmxJ6cMoz8/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229324990323955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStkUKUnSHT-iGIan3qIr59OG7FdOngC2XlO-Euy4GpAH3TKx_swEwSkw0XBhVwAk6WXvu9h_fOyFcr9zDemboWHAsXAUNBEX9tjGP4mIjWG8XimKfAQnLngndapg6UOJonGmxJ6cMoz8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the lovely couple in the flesh, or rather in the charcoal. This was a wedding present that was given to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shaunadoodle</span> from Erin and I. When I went over to her house to give it to her, her mother was talking about how this would be an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">air loom</span> someday. Then she proceeded to say that their children will fight over if after they die... What?! They are still in their prime, we don't need to start putting sticky notes on prized <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">possessions</span> yet. Their children aren't even born yet. I guess it would end a lot of future arguing if they just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">allot</span> things for child number one, child number two. But what if they under or overestimate? Oh what a messy business!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-75054405128313739952008-07-24T12:45:00.001-07:002008-07-24T13:04:16.928-07:00The Hair Cut<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnV931gKkD9mEDLRTPpRqhqmkbk7R5ZlC3jj7mmlA83TNZ5LHATBofdMewko7VkUH7cbWzu1DDDa7fNxv00EjZzhaCeZFh8GAe3F47m0sXv3StG6y3uhfwCMia5C9jubYgWCwzkng4puE/s1600-h/Erik,+Lisa,+and+Amanda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnV931gKkD9mEDLRTPpRqhqmkbk7R5ZlC3jj7mmlA83TNZ5LHATBofdMewko7VkUH7cbWzu1DDDa7fNxv00EjZzhaCeZFh8GAe3F47m0sXv3StG6y3uhfwCMia5C9jubYgWCwzkng4puE/s320/Erik,+Lisa,+and+Amanda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226670344047028818" /></a><br /><br /><br />Every once in a blue moon Erik needs a haircut. Oh this is an experience to be had. For a regular haircut it only takes two people, the person cutting the hair and the person getting their hair cut. But not for Erik, oh no, he has a team of specialists! First there is his Aunt Lisa who is at point. She does the actual cutting. Then there is his mother who must hold his head still while the master is at work. This is a very taxing job in itself as you can imagine from his dancing photos! Oh yes that boy has some serious dance moves going on :D Then there is my job, I hold his hand and on occasion, hold his leg. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_n89vLyyOYRyd_wZLgYwPhjThdj98YoJES4XQ1cfuZJZZzkE8dBU7WAf6VqhkwZSmLXY3KvW4rnzWzOfaUFQhsBWrRYVrgvev8pvySPwBNgfcuYQoryT90zolBwxg9VqcT3IUdeFrge8/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_n89vLyyOYRyd_wZLgYwPhjThdj98YoJES4XQ1cfuZJZZzkE8dBU7WAf6VqhkwZSmLXY3KvW4rnzWzOfaUFQhsBWrRYVrgvev8pvySPwBNgfcuYQoryT90zolBwxg9VqcT3IUdeFrge8/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226670349806475154" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Once the haircut is complete there is hair everywhere! Not just a little, masses. I now no longer have to wonder what erik will look like with a mustache, I got a preview! So what is one to do with all of this hair? You can't just leave it, and simply brushing it off will not sufice... Hmmm... Oh yes, vacuum it off! It is quite humorous that this seems to be a normal activity for Erik. As you can see there is never a dull moment in the life of Erik.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZ7U6Xo_EHyHRppviuUZjjrmA3KOv2yxhwwK75KHP68YjVl3t04xZUKRBzMvWgkPqqHfwHG1s8HBgYzTmLyNeMIWWjSA1lB8BcwPdLtoQp4CHTTFh4HErwbgS21plHxeFwp6B2M2zc2c/s1600-h/The+Vacuum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZ7U6Xo_EHyHRppviuUZjjrmA3KOv2yxhwwK75KHP68YjVl3t04xZUKRBzMvWgkPqqHfwHG1s8HBgYzTmLyNeMIWWjSA1lB8BcwPdLtoQp4CHTTFh4HErwbgS21plHxeFwp6B2M2zc2c/s320/The+Vacuum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226670356628999746" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh Look at this new haircut, isn't it amazing?! I never realize how long his hair is until he gets it freshly cut. Oh what a difference! Erik is definitally ready for school to start again. He is going to be such a heartbreaker!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAd-4nwKMt_OUTMF7SiSyzdtFk0M7xfeAVEKMixBWAdwC8H_AMJjcgk6JhCPd1H4jd3NVN5Xhc_aPH6_wVG45ee-CrntZ4FoN7xR0-QgcQwgw9lVbljI1XQLAKij7zh2oY4k4_kkQfBqg/s1600-h/new+haircut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAd-4nwKMt_OUTMF7SiSyzdtFk0M7xfeAVEKMixBWAdwC8H_AMJjcgk6JhCPd1H4jd3NVN5Xhc_aPH6_wVG45ee-CrntZ4FoN7xR0-QgcQwgw9lVbljI1XQLAKij7zh2oY4k4_kkQfBqg/s320/new+haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226670360385567826" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-39365702061452368912008-07-12T18:26:00.000-07:002008-07-12T18:35:31.553-07:00Strawberry Surprise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQyzSjWe9JoPUHgqP2wxhQsDNTTpR9XR69-Q1k82IhjZIkCajk2VL3PKvSKRJHeVc1TnT2os1U8HG3D6q1OMG9nVVHgNo8XuBQLd_P7cso01vCMxXR9XdqGFNton7pJ3bZbGhCghAZhs/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQyzSjWe9JoPUHgqP2wxhQsDNTTpR9XR69-Q1k82IhjZIkCajk2VL3PKvSKRJHeVc1TnT2os1U8HG3D6q1OMG9nVVHgNo8XuBQLd_P7cso01vCMxXR9XdqGFNton7pJ3bZbGhCghAZhs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304909531600978" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />We are always looking for new things to make, mostly because I can only make so many cakes before getting bored. So we were looking on Andrea's blog, Erik's sister which is excellent by the way, and she had posted a new recipe. It was strawberry bread. I love strawberries and bread so it seemed to make perfect sense to put these two amazing things together to make something even great, a mastermind of ingredience. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwxGFrmeNNc1Yk0a75wJR74g4TfZ-sFxcTaleMIGDM5NyZZccu1tYhb-VpT3-w7BA8ASPorPpvd4GZHtX_XU-cnOc-JjC_2MVyS9sn9aHf59hStJwxdxErFU6WdmBudol8Xsk0ylV01M/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwxGFrmeNNc1Yk0a75wJR74g4TfZ-sFxcTaleMIGDM5NyZZccu1tYhb-VpT3-w7BA8ASPorPpvd4GZHtX_XU-cnOc-JjC_2MVyS9sn9aHf59hStJwxdxErFU6WdmBudol8Xsk0ylV01M/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304919558888658" /></a><br /><br />Yes it did indeed turn out to be spectacular and a must repeat recipe. The hardest thing about making bread is that it takes so long to cook. It is so tempting to take it out when it only looks done!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-11949850308067845432008-06-26T10:06:00.000-07:002008-06-26T10:16:22.690-07:00Change is in the AirHere is our latest project, a skirt for Erik's little sister Hailey. When we finished the skirt, Hailey found that it was a little hard to walk in, hence the birth of the shorter skirt! I love that we can change the entirety of the skirt on a whim!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cgr19wrIMY6-9IXJsaKrajXVoEaU1tmybyOsbWe5XNkBdPOKrZAY7g43dw3JNWChV_ZrpOkhmH1Tn-_hfY94s0bpMJJL921hGmf_gbig9KjL4oejQ3SNJqg9teMgM3fPynnADytaupE/s1600-h/hailey+long+skirt.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cgr19wrIMY6-9IXJsaKrajXVoEaU1tmybyOsbWe5XNkBdPOKrZAY7g43dw3JNWChV_ZrpOkhmH1Tn-_hfY94s0bpMJJL921hGmf_gbig9KjL4oejQ3SNJqg9teMgM3fPynnADytaupE/s320/hailey+long+skirt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216239391958015282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5MpGLw3suSkB1BBgfxiy5rxLEN9e4dMFLGWNA7M89nLQpBJTzl7Z1GJuRj1_fhzAaRvXvCtdSuGYmFfYeDtHyWzc-vw8YhNizCfnYib2fWWWYZzfyYibjzWm5Qb2uf1_J8wIkYZLhx4/s1600-h/hailey+shorter+skirt.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5MpGLw3suSkB1BBgfxiy5rxLEN9e4dMFLGWNA7M89nLQpBJTzl7Z1GJuRj1_fhzAaRvXvCtdSuGYmFfYeDtHyWzc-vw8YhNizCfnYib2fWWWYZzfyYibjzWm5Qb2uf1_J8wIkYZLhx4/s320/hailey+shorter+skirt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216239387438877522" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-85073017864330984052008-06-25T16:10:00.000-07:002008-06-25T16:16:21.752-07:00Pastalishis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWI7ADOIyqpCvIDlGny4pIsjk5sakraU9I6vo2vU1vR4l61LPAXG0IFkw8cy65YwzXZEOcdz1N41M5cjaSMwqus-vDGZjVqGgscYXR69cJgA1UxU6VkSVICC0qYXuyG67prXoSFldf3es/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWI7ADOIyqpCvIDlGny4pIsjk5sakraU9I6vo2vU1vR4l61LPAXG0IFkw8cy65YwzXZEOcdz1N41M5cjaSMwqus-vDGZjVqGgscYXR69cJgA1UxU6VkSVICC0qYXuyG67prXoSFldf3es/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215961124390477282" /></a><br /><br />Here is the creation Erik and I made today in the kitchen. I just couldn't take the endless demand for pancakes, so we had a happy compromise, cooking. This was actually quite an easy pasta. We just diced up a tomato, and added some pesto sauce, salt a pepper, and BAM there was a delicious pasta waiting for us!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-27147222877606186002008-06-25T15:57:00.001-07:002008-06-25T16:08:06.339-07:00Getting to Know the Real You<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGi2wELQZOba20ra1S0bGjP3vYzSG8Dm8hP8c5HyORIxdoRBfsbG1XDIpi4_v9gwkdSin6SmU6TaIdULpwy4Hqas3DU1s0UZuv353ASfOAqsYFOBi7ql2oR2OI8UTwxwJF5BLHckd5_E/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGi2wELQZOba20ra1S0bGjP3vYzSG8Dm8hP8c5HyORIxdoRBfsbG1XDIpi4_v9gwkdSin6SmU6TaIdULpwy4Hqas3DU1s0UZuv353ASfOAqsYFOBi7ql2oR2OI8UTwxwJF5BLHckd5_E/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215957542068438658" /></a><br /><br />Yes Here he is Erik Thomas Knudsen! He is a force, yes a force that cannot be stopped! Here is a little peak into the world of Erik. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKJo_GuDK7RVNt4NeWWohSItLuLCttdFrlRqx3M3iXhcdg7rCdgBa3CDxkmwINrd9c3Gxoiy6TfsxGeLvA7TGmzHSI1oiZdISG9I3oUnjVH9TteviS9FRJPIY2Qj81PHhwUH0ZULCgyU/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKJo_GuDK7RVNt4NeWWohSItLuLCttdFrlRqx3M3iXhcdg7rCdgBa3CDxkmwINrd9c3Gxoiy6TfsxGeLvA7TGmzHSI1oiZdISG9I3oUnjVH9TteviS9FRJPIY2Qj81PHhwUH0ZULCgyU/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215957545574469826" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmD0EnV7X09sij2kQvvb8vAEovS07UpufVnXQEEct6tV6K0QNtg5p2_VuQrWBQzwB97mwpdmEnnShzYdQgegw9TR3q5T_hkFK_KIEku8cfRjyj3gnYwsT4HKKkFvZ1UCUMCWMVnWEK7OE/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmD0EnV7X09sij2kQvvb8vAEovS07UpufVnXQEEct6tV6K0QNtg5p2_VuQrWBQzwB97mwpdmEnnShzYdQgegw9TR3q5T_hkFK_KIEku8cfRjyj3gnYwsT4HKKkFvZ1UCUMCWMVnWEK7OE/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215957548963777522" /></a><br /><br />This is a picture of Erik's infamous wizard finger.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QPhAx5ctHxANPSdHJWq-xBcd-AhwT3g5Xk8lUw0F17-1K_p4wdkEGr8-MZlPZS6O8eJH00aPR1-Xh2p4CkOl3sNg2NL6HzkdPEJwtcC_h_-PMfvsjd_MaGLYFVn_13mDJtGth3Xmg1Q/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QPhAx5ctHxANPSdHJWq-xBcd-AhwT3g5Xk8lUw0F17-1K_p4wdkEGr8-MZlPZS6O8eJH00aPR1-Xh2p4CkOl3sNg2NL6HzkdPEJwtcC_h_-PMfvsjd_MaGLYFVn_13mDJtGth3Xmg1Q/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215957552018825442" /></a><br /><br />Here is a close up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqo66rAga2E10nqbu99GgrsRoV4c6Uo-1763p0Y7A74M29_xJPxTJN63oeUnXYyLtotf9ZfAlJFWUzKsKhC2iOVFMgf9RxQ0F9tyt8BZjH4Bsuv_GawrCp5HQVA9B6PsBATuYa3Ea138/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqo66rAga2E10nqbu99GgrsRoV4c6Uo-1763p0Y7A74M29_xJPxTJN63oeUnXYyLtotf9ZfAlJFWUzKsKhC2iOVFMgf9RxQ0F9tyt8BZjH4Bsuv_GawrCp5HQVA9B6PsBATuYa3Ea138/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215958379738955250" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9941roZbRUIaNDHxjuidxMamXHN-o4CFOs-ztw0RayrjPyH-x4lLVRXkOxjLqdQ08DhV4lBkHJI37LeGdej5jhxS5ZaZ9e8nt1BNc8mjLOk7Fc98dWaL-WxvmLRc0MsIQHakOu2mQdg/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9941roZbRUIaNDHxjuidxMamXHN-o4CFOs-ztw0RayrjPyH-x4lLVRXkOxjLqdQ08DhV4lBkHJI37LeGdej5jhxS5ZaZ9e8nt1BNc8mjLOk7Fc98dWaL-WxvmLRc0MsIQHakOu2mQdg/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215958380728589906" /></a><br /><br />This is Erik dancing. Please take note of the blurriness. That is because his awesomeness is blinding you!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-56779194248702955322008-06-25T15:38:00.000-07:002008-06-25T16:09:20.213-07:00Behind the Scenes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7Et5PEX1p055YfkECDxLKW3ukRT69UyiMqmxvrtN0c3OsRFgZcRtXzgISKugicjn-Wm11kbFUVkHc2wIIdmtE7lrUhh1ULOikbCD8sCD5HFOdvMisTzPQDs7duOyr9-nnnA0-2SxyfQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7Et5PEX1p055YfkECDxLKW3ukRT69UyiMqmxvrtN0c3OsRFgZcRtXzgISKugicjn-Wm11kbFUVkHc2wIIdmtE7lrUhh1ULOikbCD8sCD5HFOdvMisTzPQDs7duOyr9-nnnA0-2SxyfQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215954092783991634" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kJoepkYi8SjdQotINUgqRKsbgQw3_DvidWW80kmWLmsmqX1BkfnTH6sIr0zYkqAjp1tmE2kUhHZSHuz2Dk7bRwsV4SBBnK5h_AUCfyfQHCu8Faf6TwyuR9VbCP_9IOkN3VVwBV68vwU/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kJoepkYi8SjdQotINUgqRKsbgQw3_DvidWW80kmWLmsmqX1BkfnTH6sIr0zYkqAjp1tmE2kUhHZSHuz2Dk7bRwsV4SBBnK5h_AUCfyfQHCu8Faf6TwyuR9VbCP_9IOkN3VVwBV68vwU/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215953959534387106" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELvuX7I8MsxpFueZyX9rbMiBF3Hc9ypvFQd5BqqfvPjYQujNlMEDxvq2RMB08fJFH2twk5_wa4w5v7YsuzLQWSOv4wYXBiO9rIc137-Ld-3NMsSp-HlrEBFSsoE3-945A6BpvpYuTrdE/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELvuX7I8MsxpFueZyX9rbMiBF3Hc9ypvFQd5BqqfvPjYQujNlMEDxvq2RMB08fJFH2twk5_wa4w5v7YsuzLQWSOv4wYXBiO9rIc137-Ld-3NMsSp-HlrEBFSsoE3-945A6BpvpYuTrdE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215953675351751762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNpZWTiyvqK6BOtEx_uUMw0p1XOW9jFTZ-hlYhg1Xe-PhoOcJSJjrZdkG4NjNAT1waTzVC9JPVOVI3GGYgLPUS0wZxeimD69DsZgzfNrMU1SUJysgVaZaEDgYsdiG2w3jZprOwvbGWLs/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNpZWTiyvqK6BOtEx_uUMw0p1XOW9jFTZ-hlYhg1Xe-PhoOcJSJjrZdkG4NjNAT1waTzVC9JPVOVI3GGYgLPUS0wZxeimD69DsZgzfNrMU1SUJysgVaZaEDgYsdiG2w3jZprOwvbGWLs/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215956032678121010" /></a><br /><br />It had occurred to me that those of you who do not know Erik very well might not get the full appreciation for his wizard finger or Kenmore. So in light of that, here are some pictures to help paint the scene of the miraculous sewing process. The sewing machine is our beloved Kenmore. It might look old in stature but has been our faithful friend from the beginning. We have had some ruff times together where we had to bring in an ally, the handbook. We have all become dear friends and have thus far worked out all of our problems.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-84822726579516939902008-06-19T17:06:00.001-07:002008-06-19T17:16:04.885-07:00Best of Both Worlds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmg_rg-W7tAPRCAeDVScj_nMm7oOpxSz9G9E1vwZkfavCpCNAQ9IxSPc6pd6BHAG60huZHV8ud8EFXJ1fktyGoRnxt5wRMHCK8x6lUkpGCg8x7OxN_g6fYskxKSW_v3dj74zK9khsppvg/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213750775033886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmg_rg-W7tAPRCAeDVScj_nMm7oOpxSz9G9E1vwZkfavCpCNAQ9IxSPc6pd6BHAG60huZHV8ud8EFXJ1fktyGoRnxt5wRMHCK8x6lUkpGCg8x7OxN_g6fYskxKSW_v3dj74zK9khsppvg/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a> This represents best of both worlds because we got to sew and it is used for cooking, two of Erik's very favorite things! Originally This apron was meant to be my Halloween costume, I was going to be Penny from Hairspray (without the pink fabric of course). But alas i missed the deadline and so we turned it into an apron. After that project Erik was getting antsy, hence the matching hot pads!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECrcHjHzt_BB5DfxWNRjQlSLIy0yplcNFkt9YZpLpNoDW2jQhBsP4lLQcm9lh6kXWgd1sH2B81ocuf1XaBQDguKwLwBreL8Y_15jDfy_Wx1i4gnV8cg1y3BLMIVH8gzgYPrxz3nausJ0/s1600-h/015.JPG"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-64133815699717043092008-06-16T09:42:00.000-07:002008-06-19T17:24:59.825-07:00Dress of Tessa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoZV3716ZxxysJsZ2ldGo7ek3r2BiryFTCKp-8FYbiI4tF7vkyC37HL4VME23LhqKylIYc3iEaxiJVwZCmutEd4VM8c5CCBOmk3I-SRlbSnBTKARHytBaTr9mppyE5s7rY4KsGksJeRA/s1600-h/Tessa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213752902378292226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoZV3716ZxxysJsZ2ldGo7ek3r2BiryFTCKp-8FYbiI4tF7vkyC37HL4VME23LhqKylIYc3iEaxiJVwZCmutEd4VM8c5CCBOmk3I-SRlbSnBTKARHytBaTr9mppyE5s7rY4KsGksJeRA/s320/Tessa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlLpSrjD0tJHfcGgIaIbMnnWEqarpXSuX6xQpiQP609FEoHWqtrtbjx4eonUXr5rZt20DTSHN0cSy0gdTVHElIbgU7RjFQ_6XXr00kQH93uVllnOFQ9oMyXNNJGRrTtSTJTIUJOYIa_I/s1600-h/dress+of+tessa.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>This dress that we made was a special order from my old roommate Tessa. The blue dress that we had made was to get out all of the kinks before making this dress. She had to come over for several fittings, I know we are so professional! This one didn't have as many problems as our projects usually do so that was good. Maybe Erik and I will have a career in this yet, no one can stop the wizzard fingure!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540735860289722216.post-53816394035698291842008-06-14T11:10:00.000-07:002008-06-14T11:16:13.706-07:00Second Try<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWQk6z2c9RIdvrcDGe0Um_5i-zR7HUsnmdAp8KeALmJqkRTrSL76gDDQWmJMTa_ZP32hpIqjojcrp0THRHE8PqfvvGHZsGU2-zUL9mVLACh_wN4RMX8lBdRZXzst2EHay_eSBFhCWkZY/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211801551830122498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWQk6z2c9RIdvrcDGe0Um_5i-zR7HUsnmdAp8KeALmJqkRTrSL76gDDQWmJMTa_ZP32hpIqjojcrp0THRHE8PqfvvGHZsGU2-zUL9mVLACh_wN4RMX8lBdRZXzst2EHay_eSBFhCWkZY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is the next picture that I tried. But this time things went a little differently. The class was over when i started this picture, so i had no guidence at all on it. I realized that i really missed having the company when i was working on it of the other woman that were working on their own at the same time. This one also went a lot faster too. I finished this one within a week (which doesn't sound that fast, but compared to the other one it is like a lip flapping roller coaster to a snail stuck on a lolly pop). </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2