<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:15:17.291-08:00</updated><category term='Truth in advertising.  Or let&apos;s face reality.'/><category term='earth day'/><category term='weightloss'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='self sabotage'/><category term='small business'/><category term='goals'/><category term='gliadin allergies'/><category term='April Fools'/><category term='candida'/><category term='Dec 21'/><category term='body image'/><category term='celiac'/><category term='cleanse'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='burningman'/><category term='veggies'/><category term='food allergies'/><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='hooping'/><category term='anti-candida'/><category term='Nuts and bolts of anti-candida program'/><category term='anti-candida diet'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Santarchy pub crawl'/><category term='gluten free'/><category term='millet'/><category term='2008'/><category term='boots'/><category term='Top Chef'/><category term='other stuff'/><title type='text'>2010: A Year of pulling it together.</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me on my journey of life, love, diet and whatever else comes my way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1379553667711622705</id><published>2010-05-10T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:29:39.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooping'/><title type='text'>Fall down 7 times...</title><content type='html'>Friday night was "date night" for Steve &amp;amp; me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten a $75 gift cert for a local casino and it was about to expire.  We decided to use it for the chi-chi restaurant.  I had looked the menu up online and knew that I could eat without many issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a "meal deal" for $35 that included an appetizer, meal &amp;amp; dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the appetizers had wheat.  I told the waiter that I couldn't have wheat so he went to the chef to see if he could create something off menu for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out came this amazing calamari dish.  Oh I'd have a torrid affair with that chef! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the lamb.  Steve had the chicken.  Dessert was creme brullee with fresh berries. My dessert of lemon tart was boxed up to go for Steve to have later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creme brullee.  Shit.  Ohhhh... Who needs sex when you can have creme brullee??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner out was just what Steve &amp;amp; I needed.  We've not been connecting lately and this was nice to have an evening free of interruptions.  Good conversation, good food &amp;amp; good wine all added up to a beautiful friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I was invited to my friend Nancy &amp;amp; Sally's birthday party. Another friend Susan rented this amazing house on Lake Tahoe for 10 of us to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;I went up Sat afternoon.  Everyone else was there Friday.&lt;br /&gt;The house was amazing!  Three  stories with decks on each story, a dock and a beautiful seating area right by the water.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy &amp;amp; I both have the same food allergies.  Everyone was aware of it so there were plenty of "legal" foods.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the sugar.  That's not legal in my world. &lt;br /&gt;I've been soooo good not having sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Stoopid Tommi &amp;amp; her stoopid wheat free Jack Daniels dark choc cake with dark choc sauce. &lt;br /&gt;I know I know.  "You could have turned it down."&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;Sun morning I had fake creamer in my coffee &amp;amp; then came home &amp;amp; ate the lemon full of sugar, cream &amp;amp; wheat tart.&lt;br /&gt;I also just binged on Sunday.  But binged on "legal" foods. &lt;br /&gt;Sat on the couch with a bag of apple cinnamon rice cakes with a jar of peanut butter.  Ate most of the peanut butter and all of the rice cakes. &lt;br /&gt;Today: Back on the wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May is Gluten Free month.  I am now gluten free for the rest of the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is hoop class.  I'll take my camera &amp;amp; take some pic's to post tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1379553667711622705?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1379553667711622705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1379553667711622705&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1379553667711622705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1379553667711622705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2010/05/fall-down-7-times.html' title='Fall down 7 times...'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7259485556235489667</id><published>2010-05-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:13:25.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>Fat is not a 4 letter word</title><content type='html'>ok. So you guys know how I do the "Luscious Ladies Fat Girl Fashions"?  Well I'm doing a fashion show on May 27th for "normal" sized women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for a Women in Reality shin-dig and someone saw my fashion show back in Dec.  She wanted me to do stuff for their "Moulin Rouge" themed thing the end of this month.  I said I wouldn't sew anything but would pull off the racks &amp;amp; maybe do some accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dressing 9? women in corsets, petticoats, fishnets &amp;amp; feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara is the contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to dress Carol.  She's the largest of us and she really should wear something more Moulin Rouge-ee."  Says Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring her in!"  Says me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not one to judge BUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol comes in wearing a denim dress ala 1995 with a gray sweatshirt over it.  She could model for me since she's about a 22-24.  (meow. I know.  meow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over to my rack with the corsets that go to 4xl and pull a couple out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not wearing that!" Says Carol very indignetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull out a couple of sparkley dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I show her the poster that's from last Dec's fashion show.  I explain how I had just done a fashion show last week &amp;amp; that my smallest model was a size 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reads the poster "Luscious Ladies: a FAT girl fashion show"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's very offensive."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "What is?"&lt;br /&gt;"The word FAT.  I'm large not fat.  You shouldn't say 'fat'.  It's very offensive."&lt;br /&gt;Me "No it's not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long &amp;amp; short of it:  Carol left the store pissed at me, pissed at Sara and basically hates the whole Moulin Rouge idea for the fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time that I've not been able to find anything at all for someone.  She was so closed minded and judgmental (which is how I'm feeling about her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I'm loving these other girls.  They're all ages and really stepping out of their comfort zone letting me dress them.  And I'm loving the fact that I can pull off the rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;Scale this morning says I've gained 2 pounds.  WTF?  Sugar free for 11 days, walking, hiking, pulling weeds almost every day.... yeah.  I know I know.  It'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't  tell me to not weigh myself.  I've done that &amp;amp; ended up gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Picture for tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-TyNcJPkfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NH90svrEfMs/s1600/superbowling_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-TyNcJPkfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NH90svrEfMs/s320/superbowling_art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468762160241807858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Superhero Superbowling&lt;br /&gt;I was "Super Stripe Girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Project 300&lt;br /&gt;My Blog Buddy &lt;a href="http://fightfatphobia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia &lt;/a&gt;is trying to reach 300 fans.&lt;br /&gt;Go read &amp;amp; join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone the rest of the weekend for a 50th b'day party.&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE no wheat or sugar.&lt;br /&gt;MISS ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7259485556235489667?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7259485556235489667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7259485556235489667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7259485556235489667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7259485556235489667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2010/05/fat-is-not-4-letter-word.html' title='Fat is not a 4 letter word'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-TyNcJPkfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NH90svrEfMs/s72-c/superbowling_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6805682931331160478</id><published>2010-05-06T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:50:12.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>Pictures.  I got em.  I'm sharing em.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture tells a 1000 words.&lt;br /&gt;Read away!&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eco fashion show:&lt;br /&gt;5 Luscious Ladies&lt;br /&gt;5 corsets&lt;br /&gt;5 petticoats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NxZDLFiII/AAAAAAAAAlM/Xl7UPtfOJjc/s1600/100_3136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NxZDLFiII/AAAAAAAAAlM/Xl7UPtfOJjc/s320/100_3136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468339047720388738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NxYnDl2GI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kN0dZV_3fX4/s1600/100_3135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NxYnDl2GI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kN0dZV_3fX4/s320/100_3135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468339040172759138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NwomPRBII/AAAAAAAAAk8/m1Rjv5gIwaY/s1600/100_3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NwomPRBII/AAAAAAAAAk8/m1Rjv5gIwaY/s320/100_3074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468338215319569538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hat made by my friend Kornal Killbuck.&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NwoIC28iI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BnPdva-Cqg0/s1600/100_3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NwoIC28iI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BnPdva-Cqg0/s320/100_3098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468338207214465570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Disneyland with Sharon &amp;amp; Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NwnOQpCQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sRgUTOYJ3Nk/s1600/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NwnOQpCQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sRgUTOYJ3Nk/s320/Photo+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468338191703017730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crazy hair.&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-Nwmp8rSEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Q9aUeDkyiHA/s1600/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-Nwmp8rSEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Q9aUeDkyiHA/s320/Photo+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468338181955602498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See no evil&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6805682931331160478?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6805682931331160478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6805682931331160478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6805682931331160478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6805682931331160478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-i-got-em-im-sharing-em.html' title='Pictures.  I got em.  I&apos;m sharing em.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-NxZDLFiII/AAAAAAAAAlM/Xl7UPtfOJjc/s72-c/100_3136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1459360484756378762</id><published>2010-05-05T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:59:08.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>Hoopity Hoop Hoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-HplaDnsDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0_KEqTrFTwg/s1600/26402_105750289447175_100000366122803_142534_3251518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-HplaDnsDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0_KEqTrFTwg/s320/26402_105750289447175_100000366122803_142534_3251518_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467908251463430194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is hooping.&lt;div&gt;This is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday's I'm taking a class to teach me how to hoop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goal:  Hoop with fire.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.  Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause that's how I roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1459360484756378762?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1459360484756378762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1459360484756378762&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1459360484756378762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1459360484756378762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoopity-hoop-hoop.html' title='Hoopity Hoop Hoop'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S-HplaDnsDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0_KEqTrFTwg/s72-c/26402_105750289447175_100000366122803_142534_3251518_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1876898587290883169</id><published>2010-05-04T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:07:07.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>Day #2 of Coming Cleanness</title><content type='html'>I bounced on the rebounder this morning for 15 mins.  Yesterday I worked in the yard for about 90 mins and did hoop class last night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food is so on I can hardly stand myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have pictures to post from my last fashion show.  But they're on my store computer &amp;amp; I'm at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised &lt;a href="http://fightfatphobia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia&lt;/a&gt; I'd do this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here you go Tricia.  I'm doing this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures to follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1876898587290883169?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1876898587290883169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1876898587290883169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1876898587290883169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1876898587290883169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-2-of-coming-cleanness.html' title='Day #2 of Coming Cleanness'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3313647459924746178</id><published>2010-05-03T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:22:57.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Coming Clean</title><content type='html'>Remember how I was all proud about losing 45 pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gained 20 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know. "But focus on you losing the 25 pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to blogging as of this minute.  Facebook has taken over my life (Lauren Mari Hufft Gifford if you want to friend me.  FYI:  I don't Farmville, Fish ville or any ville so don't think I'm going to increase your levels.  I'll block you the minute you invite me to join some game.  No poker blitz, either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fightfatphobia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia &lt;/a&gt;has been calling me a lazy bastard for not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll take the hour outta the day that I spend on Book of Face and come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm sugar free for the past week. Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Did my first hoop class.  It rocked.  4 more weeks &amp;amp; my goal is  to hoop with FIRE at Burning Man.&lt;br /&gt;3.  We are getting a weekly box of produce.  I promise that none of it will end up in the compost pile.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'll post pic's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Whatever Patricia.  Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3313647459924746178?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3313647459924746178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3313647459924746178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3313647459924746178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3313647459924746178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-clean.html' title='Coming Clean'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7436341204885152102</id><published>2010-01-03T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:14:37.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss'/><title type='text'>Happy New Decade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dance Dance Dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a NEW DECADE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXkElzsQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JB4rfOW4ffU/s1600-h/16331_1206449254066_1613727718_513513_6709568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXkElzsQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JB4rfOW4ffU/s320/16331_1206449254066_1613727718_513513_6709568_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422570966061658370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeUfyto_tnc"&gt;Beats Antiques&lt;/a&gt; in November.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance to see these guys you HAVE to go!!&lt;br /&gt;Based out of San Francisco they travel all over the world. Zoe is the belly dancer and standing right in front of her made me want to just strip off my leather corset &amp;amp; dance with her.  Oh wait.  I did dance with her.  Just left the corset on. (grin)&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures from a photo shoot in my store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXjq9uclI/AAAAAAAAAj8/iix4olMcIao/s1600-h/lauren_tiedyehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXjq9uclI/AAAAAAAAAj8/iix4olMcIao/s320/lauren_tiedyehead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422570959182656082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXjVlir4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Wp9g29kO0uM/s1600-h/lauren_dressing_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXjVlir4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Wp9g29kO0uM/s320/lauren_dressing_room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422570953444077442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXjNUZUII/AAAAAAAAAjs/8Z8Ddyfq1OU/s1600-h/lauren_black_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXjNUZUII/AAAAAAAAAjs/8Z8Ddyfq1OU/s320/lauren_black_white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422570951224676482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like all 3 of these.  They show different parts of my personality.  Plus they look young.  Maybe I should ask the photographer if he photo shopped me.  brb Calling him.  No answer. I'll say no.  That my skin is flawless. And that I really don't look 49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So New Decade.  Welcome 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have so many plans for this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt;:  I've lost 43 pounds over the past year.  Basically all thru diet and very little exercise.  I see it in my loose skin all over my body.  It's time to tune &amp;amp; tone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to exercise.  I was diagnosed last year with osteoporosis.  49 is wayyyy too young to have an old ladies disease.  Exercise is a basic "cure" for osteoporosis.  Simple things like a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exercise starts this week.  Then stops next Monday when I have surgery.  Nothing serious.  I'll blog about it later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Fashion shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Luscious Ladies: A Fat Girl's Fashion Show" was a huge success.  SRO with lots of press both before &amp;amp; after.&lt;br /&gt;Steve &amp;amp; I went to a pot luck on Christmas.  Two women were talking about the fashion show with a couple of other women.  I was eavesdropping and the hostess walked over &amp;amp; said "Are you talking about Fat Girls?  That's Lauren over there the designer!"&lt;br /&gt;They gushed over me.  Yeah.  I said gushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a spring show or early summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to be part of an all white fashion show in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put on a Trashion show with 3-4 other designers for Earth Day in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Weight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DcmkNtduI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K1BAYN_bE-I/s1600-h/crisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DcmkNtduI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K1BAYN_bE-I/s320/crisco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422576506468398818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forty three pounds = 3.5 cans of Crisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My current goal is 10% or 19 pounds.  That would put me at 170.  Very do-able by June. &lt;br /&gt;Goal for the year:  Be in the 150's by my 50th b'day in Dec. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other goals:&lt;br /&gt;Get out of debt.  Big nut to chew since we still owe $67K to the hospital for Steve's stroke in 2006. &lt;br /&gt;Reno is #4 in the nation for people being upside down in their homes.  Our block has 8 houses that have been foreclosed on in the past 2 years. Our block has made the papers both local &amp;amp; national about how bad the foreclosures are.&lt;br /&gt;The city has come in &amp;amp; bought all the houses &amp;amp; is making them section 8.  They bought the house next door for $30K.  It's now renting for $550 a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayyyyy upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store is down about 15% over 2008.  Tie-dye business was down.  Yup we're part of that section of America:  Medical bills, housing issues and small business owners that the gov't seems to be ignoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want us to pull it out this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome new Decade.  I'm excited to see what you have to offer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7436341204885152102?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7436341204885152102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7436341204885152102&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7436341204885152102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7436341204885152102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-decade.html' title='Happy New Decade!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/S0DXkElzsQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JB4rfOW4ffU/s72-c/16331_1206449254066_1613727718_513513_6709568_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6184393682880443526</id><published>2009-12-26T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:54:07.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida diet'/><title type='text'>Good bye Appendix.  Hello world!</title><content type='html'>So here's what's been happening the past month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.  I had a fashion show called Luscious Ladies: A Fat Girl Fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQiu-YuEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OzzYdqD_E3E/s1600-h/meredith_lauren_photoshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQiu-YuEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OzzYdqD_E3E/s320/meredith_lauren_photoshoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419678127986620482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Meredith &amp;amp; myself in one of the publicity photos.&lt;br /&gt;Meredith owns the Tree House Lounge where the fashion show was held.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQQCrJOWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/lGl8kU0irro/s1600-h/pinkitini_jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQQCrJOWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/lGl8kU0irro/s320/pinkitini_jamie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677806857107810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two of my models wearing "off the rack" clothes from the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQP9ESu4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8u2tgElMhsM/s1600-h/lauren_pole_fatgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQP9ESu4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8u2tgElMhsM/s320/lauren_pole_fatgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677805351975810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me pole dancing.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Signature looks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQPnTulZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NxF_eVrAFmw/s1600-h/rhianna_fatgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQPnTulZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NxF_eVrAFmw/s320/rhianna_fatgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677799511135634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhianna is wearing lavender mylar stretch bloomers, purple corset and multi-colored mylar fur shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQPWEKflI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LoiA2Xd0p7U/s1600-h/dixie_fatgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQPWEKflI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LoiA2Xd0p7U/s320/dixie_fatgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677794882453074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dixie is about 6'1". She was my closing look. &lt;br /&gt;Green raw silk corset with same fabric as an open skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQPBTsraI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-fn2yf4xepk/s1600-h/gemini_fatgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQPBTsraI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-fn2yf4xepk/s320/gemini_fatgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677789310463394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my original piece.&lt;br /&gt;Tuxedo with corseted sleeves, faux maroon &amp;amp; black fur trim on sleeves and collar. &lt;br /&gt;Bloomers that looked so wonderful in person! I loved loved loved this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; #2: Random photo shoot in store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQifi1Z8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/QwT4jjAYMSE/s1600-h/lauren_shoe_photoshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQifi1Z8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/QwT4jjAYMSE/s320/lauren_shoe_photoshoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419678123844528066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dana Nollsch of Photo Zen called this one "When photo shoots go bad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQiJq5u1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/UiwmsokxK6o/s1600-h/lauren_umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQiJq5u1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/UiwmsokxK6o/s320/lauren_umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419678117972786002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this of me.  It's about 9 degrees out and one of the models had grabbed this as a prop. I had 2 different photographers playing in the store with 3 models.  I aimed this at Lenea and she grabbed the photo of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQhwKmR2I/AAAAAAAAAio/wQbCr8PIwSU/s1600-h/Stefani_lauren_photoshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQhwKmR2I/AAAAAAAAAio/wQbCr8PIwSU/s320/Stefani_lauren_photoshoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419678111126407010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Local model Stefani &amp;amp; myself.   She's hot!&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;#3: Made the cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQhmt7rzI/AAAAAAAAAig/IoW29_cDwv0/s1600-h/reno_passport_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQhmt7rzI/AAAAAAAAAig/IoW29_cDwv0/s320/reno_passport_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419678108590255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cover shot of local alternative magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Story was about shopping locally for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;The guy next to me showed up wearing just a plane blue t-shirt.  He's wearing my sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;#4.  Had my appendix out on Dec 10.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my birthday in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;Big gift:  Got to poop &amp;amp; fart and then was put on solid food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pic's to publish.  It'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm at 190 btw.  42 pounds gone this year bitches!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6184393682880443526?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6184393682880443526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6184393682880443526&amp;isPopup=true' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6184393682880443526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6184393682880443526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-bye-appendix-hello-world.html' title='Good bye Appendix.  Hello world!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SzaQiu-YuEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OzzYdqD_E3E/s72-c/meredith_lauren_photoshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3126783625523530777</id><published>2009-11-09T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:32:10.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse'/><title type='text'>199 and holding</title><content type='html'>Yeah. 199 and holding.  I really want that 192 back but it will come in time.  Hopefully in the next 2 weeks.  And honestly I'm still in ONEderland which makes me a happy girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;(Not really but you're going to get it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;MORE Burning Man pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvgzHChwaDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/moka9PxWZS8/s1600-h/100_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvgzHChwaDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/moka9PxWZS8/s320/100_2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402123949061466162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is inside an installation called "Fire Tear"&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying on my back looking up into the center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvgzGmngQrI/AAAAAAAAAho/yHOnczD_-cU/s1600-h/100_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvgzGmngQrI/AAAAAAAAAho/yHOnczD_-cU/s320/100_2329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402123941569381042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one pretty much says it all.&lt;br /&gt;That's me on my dog bike.  His name is Winston.&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvgzGfJpUlI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OVg1MSuhkU0/s1600-h/katie_candycorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvgzGfJpUlI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OVg1MSuhkU0/s320/katie_candycorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402123939565097554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my friend Katie.&lt;br /&gt;I hooked her up with the yellow petticoat.&lt;br /&gt;She was Candy Corn for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie &amp;amp; I met years ago on a weight loss support group message board.  I had mentioned that tickets for Burning Man were going on sale the next day &amp;amp; she bought one for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know anything about Burning Man except what I had told her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flew from New Jersey to Reno, was picked up at the airport by a friend of mine since Steve &amp;amp; I were at a wedding, hung out at our house waiting for us to show up and then traveled another 90 miles to the Nevada desert for her first Burning Man experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got involved in fire spinning and the regional burn in Delaware called "Playa del Fuego".  They burn a horse at that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also met the man of her dreams:  Nate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 she brought Nate with her to Burning Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 Nate proposed to her at Burning Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend they called me and have asked me to marry them next Oct.  I'm honored to have such a huge roll in  their wedding.  (What would Micheal Scott do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We want you to let your freak flag fly!" they said to me on the phone.  "We want this to be a very Burning Man inspired wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look better than the Bride" said Steve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise Katie, I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3126783625523530777?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3126783625523530777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3126783625523530777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3126783625523530777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3126783625523530777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/11/199-and-holding.html' title='199 and holding'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvgzHChwaDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/moka9PxWZS8/s72-c/100_2271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-9201762329985610973</id><published>2009-11-03T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:33:12.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse'/><title type='text'>Brown rice is my friend aka an empty colon is a happy colon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burning Man campmates&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvDXoyB9DAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4RctTqQhNlg/s1600-h/100_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvDXoyB9DAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4RctTqQhNlg/s320/100_2455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400053048841931778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm all the way to the left in the lime green dress.&lt;br /&gt;The guy holding me is my buddy O Canada from&lt;br /&gt;(wait for it.... wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;it....)&lt;br /&gt;Canada!&lt;br /&gt;Part of our camp had left including Steve before the picture had been taken.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed an extra 2 days after this was taken.&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my buddy Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvDXooC81QI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zW-gMTSnKZ4/s1600-h/100_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvDXooC81QI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zW-gMTSnKZ4/s320/100_2606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400053046161757442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do craft shows with her Mom all summer &amp;amp; fall. &lt;br /&gt;She's my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;This is at Apple Hill, California.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love our tie-dyed pumpkin shirts?? Yeah. I'm rocking the stripes.&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvDXoLZ5ygI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DInHVr2PVcw/s1600-h/100_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvDXoLZ5ygI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DInHVr2PVcw/s320/100_2611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400053038473398786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  That's really my purple hair.  No extensions. &lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;Day #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got up early this morning &amp;amp; took a hooping class.  I have to work on my opposite direction hooping.  New goal:  Hoop with fire next year at Burning Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a break thru this afternoon.  Have I told you guys that I'm doing a fashion show in Dec and it's featuring all my fashions?? I thought there would be other designers but no.  Just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Luscious Ladies: A FAT girl Fashion show".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the shoot for the poster along with the model call.  Sorry Miss size 12.  You have to be at least a size 14+ to play in our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting tonight on a gold/maroon brocade tuxedo with this amazing fur collar &amp;amp; cuffs.  Pants will be made from the opposite side of the brocade fabric with a fur cuff at bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pics &amp;amp; post as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-9201762329985610973?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/9201762329985610973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=9201762329985610973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9201762329985610973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9201762329985610973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/11/brown-rice-is-my-friend-aka-empty-colon.html' title='Brown rice is my friend aka an empty colon is a happy colon'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SvDXoyB9DAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4RctTqQhNlg/s72-c/100_2455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7847599065080338820</id><published>2009-11-01T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:12:14.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse'/><title type='text'>So It's Nov 1st and I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I did on my summer and now Fall vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Su5SPv_-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/s39IAOVTwCk/s1600-h/100_2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Su5SPv_-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/s39IAOVTwCk/s320/100_2215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399343433800143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Burning Man for 12! days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Su5SPb1mFCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cERAvVKscW4/s1600-h/100_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Su5SPb1mFCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cERAvVKscW4/s320/100_2189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399343428387869730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me in the mirror.  Big Bess is our newest Van!&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Su5SO4Y3ULI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FUkvTXMaoxs/s1600-h/lenae_sexyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Su5SO4Y3ULI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FUkvTXMaoxs/s320/lenae_sexyme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399343418872123570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's me last night at the Freakers Ball.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lenae took this pic.  I think I rocked it!&lt;br /&gt;(*************************)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I was down to 192 which put me at 40 pounds lost for this year.  Then I had a pb sandwich at Burning man &amp;amp; it was my catalyst to gain back about 9 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling healthy but a little clunky right now.  I'm going anti-sugar, no caffeine, and getting off the allergy foods.  I want to get rid of that 10-15 pounds by Christmas.  Hello cheap city run gym membership.  Joining tomorrow morning &amp;amp; getting a 2 month membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer rocked!  I was gone virtually every weds to Sunday in Tahoe.  Rented an awesome room in a cabin by the Upper Truckee River.  It's a house that crafter friends of mine have &amp;amp; they offered me the room.  (According to spell check "crafter" is misspelled. huh.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Burning Man was incredible.  I was on the Playa for 12 days.  I interviewed/auditioned for a job for next year and got it.  I'll be an art tour guide!  Very very excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have the crank van &amp;amp; it's running great.  Found a mechanic who actually knew what he was doing &amp;amp; got it up &amp;amp; running.  It even passed smog!  Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a facebook account.  Lauren Mari Hufft Gifford is the name to look for.  You can also become a fan of the store Prism Magic Clothing &amp;amp; Imports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the store.  Me love me store! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting rid of the vintage &amp;amp; moving more into the sex/corsets/dance/plus size clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a lingerie/erotica convention in Vegas &amp;amp; just fell in love with the clothes.  I'll post some pic's later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Ok.  This is HUGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a fashion show in Dec.  It's called (get this) "Luscious Ladies:  A Fat Girl Fashion Show" for women size 14 +. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all the outfits.  Twenty five different outfits.  I'll be sewing most of them including a WEDDING GOWN.  Of course it's not going to be a "normal" wedding gown.  I just can't do "normal". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model casting happens this Weds or Thurs.  Photo shoot with myself &amp;amp; Meredith (the woman who owns the space that we're having it at) happens on Weds afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c54c7df2f5f904d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c54c7df2f5f904d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331868265%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BCFDBD18D39F87CA2B05256C494AA686AB63D11.72FA7220182061E8EDDC0554EA7C1878E8BC7865%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c54c7df2f5f904d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR4uBMhzDQSXW8tiN-zOyYxMXmIk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c54c7df2f5f904d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331868265%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BCFDBD18D39F87CA2B05256C494AA686AB63D11.72FA7220182061E8EDDC0554EA7C1878E8BC7865%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c54c7df2f5f904d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR4uBMhzDQSXW8tiN-zOyYxMXmIk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me spinning fire at Burning Man on the Shiva Vista stage.  I helped work on the construction of the stage  &amp;amp; got to be  the stage manager one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  I'll have more and promise to show up at least twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7847599065080338820?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7847599065080338820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7847599065080338820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7847599065080338820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7847599065080338820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-its-nov-1st-and-im-back.html' title='So It&apos;s Nov 1st and I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Su5SPv_-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/s39IAOVTwCk/s72-c/100_2215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7291674266838592709</id><published>2009-07-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:31:37.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Why hello Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I'm doing on my Summer Vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.  You need to know I'm down to 195, bitches.  Yeah. I said it. One hundred ninety five fucking pounds.  That's 38 pounds gone since Jan.  Uh huh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  No, I'm not exercising.  I have veracious veins that you wouldn't believe from all the standing I do.  Either in the store, in the booth, on grass, on asphalt, on cement.  I stand &amp;amp; have the biggest vein going up from my calf to my ass.  Yup.  Pretty things for pretty girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  Update on Crank van:  Yes we still own it.  I put it on Craigs list, parked it in the lot by the store &amp;amp; had 2 people ask about it.  We decided that we'd just finish getting it fixed &amp;amp; keep it.  It does have that great sound system and if I leave the windows down I really don't notice the raw gas smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2F5tIt_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/-UZ9fGcRrZQ/s1600-h/Solar+Cookoff+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2F5tIt_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/-UZ9fGcRrZQ/s320/Solar+Cookoff+2009+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363987368703997938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylorsville Solar Cook-off.  Dancing with my friend Camilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favorite vending festival.  Money's good &amp;amp; the music is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2FqcP6LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hk90xuNK2jI/s1600-h/100_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2FqcP6LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hk90xuNK2jI/s320/100_2002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363987364606634162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim &amp;amp; me in our "Sears" pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim &amp;amp; I go dancing in Tahoe almost every weekend.  She used to be a vendor but she's writing a book about her life and has a really nice advance to live off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2FAZJ5kI/AAAAAAAAAgY/wsX0wLyY8_c/s1600-h/100_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2FAZJ5kI/AAAAAAAAAgY/wsX0wLyY8_c/s320/100_2026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363987353319368258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Kali doing a photo shoot for the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I look hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2Eks-HLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AdGH7-OyNSg/s1600-h/100_2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2Eks-HLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AdGH7-OyNSg/s320/100_2057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363987345886289074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2EapGJDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/C19arwvXarI/s1600-h/100_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2EapGJDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/C19arwvXarI/s320/100_2065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363987343185683506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cumanaillus"&gt;Christopher Umana &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back in June there was a big artist exhibit at one of the sleezey motels.  Over 100 different artists rented rooms for a week &amp;amp; showed their stuff.  I fell in love with Christopher's work and approached him about doing a show in the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turns out he shops the store &amp;amp; was really honored to be asked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I have a nice display of his work in the window &amp;amp; inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fire spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been fire spinning and loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQbCegNn954"&gt; link &lt;/a&gt;to check me out at the Taylorsville Solar Cook-off.  I spun during the drum circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7291674266838592709?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7291674266838592709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7291674266838592709&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7291674266838592709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7291674266838592709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-hello-lover.html' title='Why hello Lover'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SnC2F5tIt_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/-UZ9fGcRrZQ/s72-c/Solar+Cookoff+2009+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1081999537428223761</id><published>2009-05-31T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:08:14.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Get off my back!  I'm dating my blog already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"When are you going to update your blog" asks my Sister almost daily.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in season. (Not like a dog in heat.  Season meaning I'm gone 4 days out of the week &amp;amp; am hardly ever home.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew this was coming.  I've warned her.  But it seems that she's not the only one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When are you going to update your blog?" asks my friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm updating it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my life over the past few weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs -Sunday I'm in Lake Tahoe (except for this weekend.)  I sell tie-dye to tourists.  Been doing it for about 13 years in Tahoe.  Love it &amp;amp; have a great following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my friend Jori. (Rhymes with Lori.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuIMtkuqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TMSEnetRfY0/s1600-h/100_1906.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuIMtkuqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TMSEnetRfY0/s320/100_1906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342093932633569954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's what we in the craft business call a hawker.  She'll sell anything.  She doesn't make her stuff.  She buys &amp;amp; sells.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first met her she was selling gourmet popcorn.  Now she sells back rests.  She's a party girl and we go dancing all the time.  Love my Jori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Don.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuH3lW1MI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gwhdsHucNi8/s1600-h/100_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuH3lW1MI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gwhdsHucNi8/s320/100_1905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342093926961960130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sits in the back of his booth and says "Very good prices. Very good prices." or "Cheapest silver on the lake. Cheapest silver on the lake."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He repeats everything twice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lauren!  I'm going to the porta johns.  Lauren!  I'm going to the porta johns."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok! Ok!" I repeat back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's into Scientology and marching bands.  He plays his marching band music at full volume all the time.  He also hands our free Ron Hubbard books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I had pictures of my booth but looks like I didn't take any.  I'm doing a show this coming weekend in Tahoe so I'll make sure I get a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve &amp;amp; Me at my Nieces open house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuHfXxLSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iGeOcNpo79Y/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuHfXxLSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iGeOcNpo79Y/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342093920462515490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture except I hate my chins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in a very cool hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuHXShY1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/le1S8Pboq1Q/s1600-h/100_1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuHXShY1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/le1S8Pboq1Q/s320/100_1909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342093918293025618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a leather guy who's making all sorts of stuff to sell in the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said that he had to make this hat &amp;amp; had to show it to me right away.  The thing weighs a ton and I felt like I was going to lose my balance while I was wearing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuHNOxd1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Op4B65VDppU/s1600-h/100_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuHNOxd1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Op4B65VDppU/s320/100_1910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342093915592947538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Demonia boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got my shipment in this past week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The store is doing ok.  I still have days where I want to just close the door &amp;amp; walk away.  We're down about 30% this month over last year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My weight:  I'm at 202 &amp;amp; holding steady.  Have been slowly adding fruit to my diet.  Love the strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss you all.  I'm doing the best I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1081999537428223761?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1081999537428223761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1081999537428223761&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1081999537428223761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1081999537428223761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-off-my-back-im-dating-my-blog.html' title='Get off my back!  I&apos;m dating my blog already.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SiLuIMtkuqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TMSEnetRfY0/s72-c/100_1906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-328094348688986323</id><published>2009-05-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:53:46.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>I'm still here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know.  I've been neglecting my blog and you guys.  It's been a tough couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off our store isn't making the money it needs to keep our doors open.  I'm having to make payments for rent.  You can't get to the store because of road construction.  I send out emails to our customers 2x a week saying "Come shopping!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is our 2nd anniversary sale.  BIG clearance.  Big whoop.  I've probably had 6 people walk thru the door since I opened at 9:30 and it's almost 2 now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my employees &amp;amp; the woman who rents space from us doesn't care.  There are days (like today) I just want to lock the doors and drive away never looking back.  It drains my energy and my life.  Today is doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean come on people.  We have a giant rack full of clearance vintage clothes for $5.  This is stuff that I had marked up to $50 and now it's $5!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve is out doing a local event.  He made more in the 1st hour than I've made in the 4.5 I've been open.  Thing is that money is our tie-dye business money.  It's what supports Steve &amp;amp; I.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my store but today I want to walk away from the bills, customers and crap that goes with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other issue is my health.  I had a huge chunk of melanoma removed from my arm last Nov.  The dr wanted me to see an oncologist.  We have such shitty insurance that I have to pay out of pocket for my chest x-ray &amp;amp; blood tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got the blood tests done &amp;amp; found out I'm cancer free!  Yeah!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still have something going on with my parathyroid.  That blood test happened on thurs. The oncologist should call me this week with results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh something funny at oncologist:  He told me I'm losing weight too fast: 30 pounds in 4 months.  I don't think that's too fast.  I think that's pretty normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of my metabolic panel came back normal.  My cholesterol levels were beautiful along with my glucouse levels.  Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be calling the dermatologist for my 6 month check up.  I need to ask what makes UV clothing UV clothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to be such a venter but this is the space I'm in right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos from around the store today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJ6_GsKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D7rzXbUYfY8/s1600-h/100_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJ6_GsKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D7rzXbUYfY8/s320/100_1884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524935840313506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iris in bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJsKzj4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/o-dipNJ4PBw/s1600-h/100_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJsKzj4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/o-dipNJ4PBw/s320/100_1883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524931862859650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our old hand painted sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJhCb2YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/y0jM6X-oK4I/s1600-h/100_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJhCb2YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/y0jM6X-oK4I/s320/100_1881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524928874961282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Animal bikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJYmg5rI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2-_a2pzzOcI/s1600-h/100_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJYmg5rI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2-_a2pzzOcI/s320/100_1887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524926610368178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basket of eyelashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-328094348688986323?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/328094348688986323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=328094348688986323&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/328094348688986323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/328094348688986323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sg8lJ6_GsKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D7rzXbUYfY8/s72-c/100_1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3430495824641435090</id><published>2009-05-06T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:57:47.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>This is my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture says a THOUSAND words.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see if you can read them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1kSWqigI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bFfSGwaGuCA/s1600-h/Jackalope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1kSWqigI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bFfSGwaGuCA/s320/Jackalope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332954175022729730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A winged Jackalope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How creative is that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1kCF2PiI/AAAAAAAAAew/EtngouBrTXY/s1600-h/JackalopeHistory3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1kCF2PiI/AAAAAAAAAew/EtngouBrTXY/s320/JackalopeHistory3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332954170657226274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A traditional Jackalope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna ride that pony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1kFFsJLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/4bsmONbQO0I/s1600-h/458114667_8633aa9abb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1kFFsJLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/4bsmONbQO0I/s320/458114667_8633aa9abb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332954171461870770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kudo's to my friend Mac for sending me these in an email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1jzqM7aI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2J2cGpo6qr8/s1600-h/unmotivational-pictures-cat-kicking-a-dog-kung-fu-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1jzqM7aI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2J2cGpo6qr8/s320/unmotivational-pictures-cat-kicking-a-dog-kung-fu-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332954166783176098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love a good cat fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who wants to know about crack van today??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok kids.  Have a seat &amp;amp; let Auntie Twinkely Dots tell you the latest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Van is still in the shop.  Denny at Denny's Dependable found us a blinker housing &amp;amp; light.  It's being installed thursday.  $100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll pick up the van, get it inspected at the DMV, register it &amp;amp; then put it on Craigs list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We can drive it with the cracked manifold. So we'll sell it with the cracked manifold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good bye $4000 we've spent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be gone this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm heading over to Davis for the Whole Life Festival.  The fire group will be performing on Friday night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3430495824641435090?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3430495824641435090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3430495824641435090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3430495824641435090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3430495824641435090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-my-life.html' title='This is my life.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgJ1kSWqigI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bFfSGwaGuCA/s72-c/Jackalope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3567052988847960670</id><published>2009-05-05T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:16:23.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Tuesday Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgB5CSPYrhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-KTZmicouAY/s1600-h/edda-eme-love-kitchen-sink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgB5CSPYrhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-KTZmicouAY/s320/edda-eme-love-kitchen-sink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395038969736722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgB5CVjBXHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/31LpzPjlNZ8/s1600-h/Mayonnaise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgB5CVjBXHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/31LpzPjlNZ8/s320/Mayonnaise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395039857400946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask me about the van.  Go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask.  I dare ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After leaving the DMV yesterday to get ANOTHER 15 day temp registration I decided to go get the tires balanced &amp;amp; rotated.  The van shimmie's if driven over 60 mph.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turned out the back 2 tires were bald on the inside.  The steel had separated from the rubber. $200 for 2 new tires.  The front 2 were new.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today the van is at our mechanic because it lurches when stopped after being warmed up.  No word yet from the mechanic. Oh and it smells of raw fuel after being driven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can say one positive thing about the van.  It has an AWSOME sound system.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fire spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you guys know I've been taking fire spinning classes since January.  My big goal is to spin in conclave before Burning Man.  (Conclave is the fire troupes who perform before they burn the big Man.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My friend Chelsea recorded &amp;amp; posted my 1st burn on YouTube.  Since I don't know how to upload video on my blog you can click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LeJRj5UJQCs"&gt;here to watch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food, Diet, Lifestyle changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Nancy has been on the same journey with her food as I have.  She was diagnosed about 3 months before I was with the gliadin allergy.  She's really into nutrition and health.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She emailed me a thing she had gotten from her dr about baking soda curing cancer.  It has to do with the acid/alkaline levels in the body.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=baking+soda+cancer&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8"&gt;googled&lt;/a&gt; and came up with all sorts of information.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to pick up ph strips to start checking my ph level.  With my skin cancer I don't want to take chances of having cancer anyplace else.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What this is leading to is that I've started to move back to being vegetarian.  It will be a slow process.  As of now I'm red meat free.  My body doesn't process animal products so I know I'll be healthier because of the decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was vegan it was for health reasons not ethical.  Studies show ethical vegans stay vegans where as health vegans don't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a strong believer in the food chain so I have no problems with others eating meat/fish/chicken around me.  It's the same as I have no problems with people eating my food allergy foods.  (Does that sentence make sense? Huh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll start blogging about my moving towards vegetarianism.  Look for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John the pirate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgB5ChJRweI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ij6uy3IGn3I/s1600-h/100_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgB5ChJRweI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ij6uy3IGn3I/s320/100_1869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395042970649058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet John.  He's a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was on his way to a raid last night when he stopped by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yargggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4:15 pm Car update&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manifold is leaking.  $800.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3567052988847960670?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3567052988847960670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3567052988847960670&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3567052988847960670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3567052988847960670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-tuesday-tuesday.html' title='Tuesday Tuesday Tuesday'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SgB5CSPYrhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-KTZmicouAY/s72-c/edda-eme-love-kitchen-sink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-4603938137368101604</id><published>2009-05-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:05:20.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>So much to say.  Let's catch up, shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where to start.  Where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know.  Crack van pt trois.  (Subtitled:  How I spent my day off. Abridged version.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to register the van.  Head down to our local DMV with smog check, proof of insurance and title.  Easy peasy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe in everyone else's world  but not in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out the VIN (Vehicle Identification Number) on the title doesn't match the one on the van.  So I have to have the VIN inspected by the DMV.  Out to the inspector I go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He writes down the correct one.  Go back inside to same clerk.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has to run the correct VIN to make sure it's a clean title.  VIN doesn't show up in NV.  "When I bough the van it had California plates."  Oh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starts to run it in CA &amp;amp; the system shuts down in CA.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tries 15 mins later.  System in CA has crashed.  No clue when it's going back up. I've already been at the DMV for about 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clerk &amp;amp; I decide that we're both going to take a lunch break.  "See you in an hour."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come back.  System is still down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally comes back up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out the title in Cal is "salvaged".  In other words this van had been in an accident &amp;amp; then it was sold here in NV as clean.  Now the fun part comes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to have the van inspected by a certified mechanic then bring it back &amp;amp; have it inspected by the DMV.  It's missing the front driver's side turn signal housing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take it to my mechanic who signs everything off.  I lie to him &amp;amp; tell him I have the housing at home.  I kind of lie.  I think that we actually have the part.  I know we have some sort of light part at home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to DMV.  He won't let me pass without the light.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole process took close to 4 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve's plan:  Crack van is a 99 Mercury Villager.  We also own a 97 Mercury Villager.  He'll remove the 97's light housing, I'll take it with me back to DMV, get the van to pass &amp;amp; then reinstall it on the 97.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um.  No.  98 was the last year Nissan made the Mercury Villager.  99 is when Ford started making them.  Guess what design they changed.  Yup.  The whole headlight panel including the turning signal housing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been online, Steve's been out to our local Pick your part place.  Nothing. nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this van OUT OF MY LIFE!  But it can't go until we get a clean title.  fuck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back at the DMV tomorrow to get an extension on the 10 temp registration.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hotel Hallway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey's Lake Tahoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sf3g6o3vGHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5-fLdc5GU9k/s1600-h/100_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sf3g6o3vGHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5-fLdc5GU9k/s320/100_1862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331664831884761202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Hat Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sf3g6WXjAfI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yvqHzh2Dsi0/s1600-h/100_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sf3g6WXjAfI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yvqHzh2Dsi0/s320/100_1866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331664826917913074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Hat Ladies in my booth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOT buying tie-dye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sf3g6OAHGUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mtFANPSIJWc/s1600-h/100_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sf3g6OAHGUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mtFANPSIJWc/s320/100_1867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331664824672131394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday &amp;amp; saturday I was in South Lake Tahoe not selling tie-dye to the Red Hat Convention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve &amp;amp; I had decided that we would try new things this year.  The local Red Hat group had ordered tie-dye from us for the Northern Nevada Red Hat Convention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You should sell at the convention!" says Rhonda.  "We love your tie-dye!  You'll make a killing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liar liar pants on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that you can only wear a red hat if you're over 50?  If you're under 50 you're a "Pink Hatter".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vernice, the organizer for the convention, shops in our store.  "Oh yes!  You must come!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could only bring clothes that were purple, red, pink &amp;amp; lavender.  Oh and no kids stuff.  Adults only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to get a room because the place I rent for the summer isn't available for me until Memorial day weekend.  Let's add that expense.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attendance was down.  Wayyyy down.  Last year:  500+ .  This year:  280.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More booths this year:  14 vs 7 last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that added up to 2 days of Red Hat hell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone ever asks you to vend at a Red Hat convention thank them kindly but then RUN. RUN. RUN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've started to incorporate food that's been off my anti-candida diet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Started off with strawberries.  I've been having about a cup a day with goat yoghurt.  So sweet! So satisfying.  Yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday night I splurged and went to the buffet at the top of Harrah's.  If you're ever in Tahoe and you want a buffet go spend the money.  It's the best buffet at the lake &amp;amp; the view is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a couple of things:  sushi, mashed potatoes that were totally off plan.  And I paid for it during the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think my emotions from the lack of sales didn't help my digestive tract during the night, either.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were people around me eating rich, creamy desserts and those looked disgusting to me.  Funny how 5 months ago I would have been passing on most of the entre's and going just for the desserts and now I have no taste for them.  Boy I hope that feeling stays with me for the rest of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in the store today cleaning up &amp;amp; out.  Tie-dye employees come back tomorrow (yeah!) and they'll need a work space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They better notice my weight loss (chuckle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-4603938137368101604?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/4603938137368101604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=4603938137368101604&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4603938137368101604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4603938137368101604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-to-say-lets-catch-up-shall-we.html' title='So much to say.  Let&apos;s catch up, shall we?'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sf3g6o3vGHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5-fLdc5GU9k/s72-c/100_1862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-2990297125462024385</id><published>2009-04-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:22:56.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>You smoking crack pt 2 aka Reno 911</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The van saga continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ever watch Reno 911?  Well it's not taped here but in Long Beach, Cal.  We don't have palm trees but we do have the inept police dept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that I would call the police dept &amp;amp; ask if I could use one of the drug sniffing dogs to see if they could find more drugs.  Laws are changing here in NV.  They don't have to have a reason for search &amp;amp; seizure. Get pulled over &amp;amp; they may decide to search.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I called the Reno P.D. &amp;amp; explained the story of the van.  Bought it at an auction, found a gun, found a crack pipe, etc.  Woman takes my info &amp;amp; says "I'll have someone call you back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About an hour later I hear someone pounding on the side door at the store.  Store is full of customers so I excuse myself &amp;amp; walk outside.  Mr. Pulice man is standing at the door banging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can I help you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have a report of a van that has guns &amp;amp; drugs at this location."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.dear.god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are you pounding on that door?" I ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because I've never been here before &amp;amp; didn't know how  to enter."  Einstein answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come this way thru the front door."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hum... I've got 9 huge windows with doors on either side of the windows that are propped open.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We come in.  I explain that no, I don't have a van that has guns &amp;amp; drugs but I bought a van that I've found  both a gun &amp;amp;  a crack pipe in.  I'd like to know if I could have the drug dogs sniff out my van to see if there's anything else in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the customers now know this story.  I tell them all to "Help yourselves.  I need to show this guy the van."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go out.  He puts on gloves. "Show me the gun &amp;amp; the pipe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You guys have the gun.  The pipe has been destroyed." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ma'm we are busy.  We don't have time to come &amp;amp; search your van for drugs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I never asked you to come &amp;amp; search.  I called to find out if I could have the dogs sniff for drugs." (jesus h. christ I'm thinking.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here's the advice he gives me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Think about where you would hide drugs in this van and look for them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm not that person.  I don't do drugs." I tell the guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then have your boyfriend do it."  He says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My husband's not that guy either." I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you know how expensive it is for us to bring the dogs along with a trainer out?  We can't just do this for every person who calls."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.  I could have done this all over the phone.  All you had to do was call me back.  Nimrods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Nicki suggested we have a search party for the van.  I'm thinking that's not a bad idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Controlled Burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfdrQ8c2OdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4UQSqM8Q644/s1600-h/2911_1139429081624_1104302459_30409708_687163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfdrQ8c2OdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4UQSqM8Q644/s320/2911_1139429081624_1104302459_30409708_687163_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329846622865471954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the fire spinning troupe I'm in.  I'm easy to find.  Over to the left I'm the one not spinning fire but have glow poi, green &amp;amp; purple.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this was taken I've started to spin fire.  I can't perform with the group until I've safetied 3 times.  I'm 2 down, 1 to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safety is the position of putting out fires.  Very very important job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know what I do every weds night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone turned me onto this &lt;a href="http://fuckyoupenguin.blogspot.com/"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I laughed so hard I had to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need to find me?  Send a search party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-2990297125462024385?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/2990297125462024385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=2990297125462024385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2990297125462024385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2990297125462024385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-smoking-crack-pt-2-aka-reno-911.html' title='You smoking crack pt 2 aka Reno 911'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfdrQ8c2OdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4UQSqM8Q644/s72-c/2911_1139429081624_1104302459_30409708_687163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1739875126879815972</id><published>2009-04-26T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:15:34.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>You smoking crack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, but my car is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfSvKQnw9LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/auKOrhJQtGE/s1600-h/100_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfSvKQnw9LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/auKOrhJQtGE/s320/100_1853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076849881445554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're going to love this story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in November we bought this van at an impound auction for $1800.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I brought it home &amp;amp; started cleaning it out I found a gun.  Called the police &amp;amp; also found the original impound ticket (no insurance, no license, no registration) so we had the name of the guy who owned the car before us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell the cop the story about the auction.  They sell the vehicles with all the owners stuff in it because here in Nevada they have until 1 minute before the start of the auction to pay on the impound &amp;amp; claim the vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He puts on his gloves &amp;amp; picks up the gun.  "It's a toy" he says. "This is all plastic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whaaaaahhhhhhttttttt??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In my 20 years of being a cop this is the most realistic toy gun I've ever seen.  It has a removable chamber for bullets, it makes the noise of being cocked." Says Mr. Policeman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Take it" I say.  We are a gun free house.  Even a toy gun (except the bright green water pistols) aren't welcome in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we take the van to our mechanic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three months later &amp;amp; $2400 in repair bills we bring the van home where it sits in our driveway.  We don't have the money to insure or register it until this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve drives the van on Friday &amp;amp; feels something in the arm rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This crack pipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfSvKFR1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/aRimkO1X85o/s1600-h/100_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfSvKFR1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/aRimkO1X85o/s320/100_1852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076846836663282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it look like he's hand model in this pic? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like taking the van to the cops &amp;amp; letting the drug sniffing dogs see what else they can find. As I've been cleaning out the van I've found 9 air fresheners, collection of key chains, tools, really nice scissors, pay stubs and photos.  The scary thing about the photos is that some were taken at an apartment building that's about 5 blocks from our house.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On thursday I took the car to get a smog check.  The battery was dead &amp;amp; Steve had to charge it overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turns out that when the battery cables are disconnected or the battery dies so does the information in the computer.  It takes driving the vehicle 3-5 days before all the info comes back into memory.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My friend suggested that we have it smugged &amp;amp; blessed.  I said that it would probably end up being a scene from the Exorcist with the car spinning up in the air &amp;amp; throwing up auto fluid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Van for sale.  Crack pipe optional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1739875126879815972?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1739875126879815972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1739875126879815972&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1739875126879815972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1739875126879815972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-smoking-crack.html' title='You smoking crack?'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfSvKQnw9LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/auKOrhJQtGE/s72-c/100_1853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3059286884784550875</id><published>2009-04-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:48:59.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self sabotage'/><title type='text'>You have my permission to succeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfIkrWDmxYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4eCG8__sm2s/s1600-h/100_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.  You have my permission to succeed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have a sense of accomplishment.  This is my pat on the back for a job well done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You deserve this success.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's bringing  this on?  Well a couple of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I've read a couple of blogs today that are moaning about not being able to lose weight.  Self sabotage, too many things going on in their lives, bored with their lives, etc are excuses that are being used for not being able to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will always be reasons to not lose weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will always be reasons to lose weight right.this.second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it in our make-up or ways of thinking  that we don't deserve to be thin, healthy, content?  Why do we think that we deserve all the shit that happens to us?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years ago in my single days I would date losers.  Most were drunks, users, broke &amp;amp;  well, just shits.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I woke up &amp;amp; thought "Why do I think this is what I'm worth?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly those losers disappeared and the quality of men improved.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't this thought process apply to my quality of living?  Why do I think that being overweight, sick and tire is what I'm worth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  What does it take for us to kick our lifestyle change in gear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was your "clicking" point to get you off your butt and get going?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see people who smoke &amp;amp; who's relatives have died from smoke related illnesses.  We'll judge &amp;amp; say "Don't they remember that their own FATHER died from lung cancer?? But they'll still smoke?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about in my own case:  My Dad died from heart disease.  Yet 30 years after his death I'm overweight &amp;amp; not in the best shape.  I saw him go from hospital bed to hospital bed for the last 5 years of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd think that would change my life.  But no.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have relatives that have diabetes brought on by weight &amp;amp; lack of exercise.  That should kick me in the rear but no.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My own food allergies could, no make that WILL kill me.  They cause me to gain weight, get sick, have breathing problems, joint inflammation YET until this past Jan I still ate what I'm not suppose to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?  Why would I do all this?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons for losing weight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Look hotter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Shopping is easier.  Buy things because they look good not just because they fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was my clicking point?  I just decided that NOW was the time.  I couldn't wait until tomorrow, next week, after the next big event.  It had to happen NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it is happening NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm giving myself permission to succeed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving you permission to succeed, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's boots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfIkrWDmxYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4eCG8__sm2s/s1600-h/100_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfIkrWDmxYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4eCG8__sm2s/s320/100_1847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328361636206396802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfIkrGFz4bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uv6XfO2AYwc/s1600-h/100_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfIkrGFz4bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uv6XfO2AYwc/s320/100_1846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328361631920677298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flames&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found these in a thrift store for $9.  The boot gods decided they were meant for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Platform, comfortable &amp;amp; fit around the calf.  Oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3059286884784550875?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3059286884784550875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3059286884784550875&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3059286884784550875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3059286884784550875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-have-my-permission-to-succeed.html' title='You have my permission to succeed'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SfIkrWDmxYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4eCG8__sm2s/s72-c/100_1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-5006671711218543349</id><published>2009-04-22T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:13:08.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Dina. Dina. Dina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dina Dina Dina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se-iLobX-pI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JiyUwqJPdAk/s1600-h/1670675108_d3ae29ff77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se-iLobX-pI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JiyUwqJPdAk/s320/1670675108_d3ae29ff77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327655204917082770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toast &amp;amp; sticks.  Do the math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note to everyone else: Don't you hate it when you're reading a blog &amp;amp; you have no clue what's going on.  Well this is one of those times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tricia this is your fault.  Just sayin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want these. Really really want these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se-iMU0VWkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QdHw5Z9Iw-0/s1600-h/deviant-304-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se-iMU0VWkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QdHw5Z9Iw-0/s320/deviant-304-b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327655216832928322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am craving these Demonia boots like you wouldn't believe.  Canvas.  Black. Straps. I can soooo use these to spin fire.  I've been informed that I shouldn't spin fire in my black with flame boots because I don't want to get fuel on them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are $60 on Ebay.  Shipping brings them to $72.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want these.  I dream about these.  I can dance in these bad boys.  I can jump in these bad boys.  I can look hot in these bad boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canvas means they can be flame retardanted.  (Ok not a word but I'm making it one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reach 199 and those will-be-mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime I'm wearing these today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se-iL3XfOMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9CsTZ30Pzik/s1600-h/100_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se-iL3XfOMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9CsTZ30Pzik/s320/100_1844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327655208927312066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My green Doc Martins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I'm sporting fishnets with them.  My leg covering of choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dina:  These boots are made for walkin', hone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-5006671711218543349?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/5006671711218543349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=5006671711218543349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/5006671711218543349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/5006671711218543349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/dina-dina-dina.html' title='Dina. Dina. Dina.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se-iLobX-pI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JiyUwqJPdAk/s72-c/1670675108_d3ae29ff77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-783188667524961901</id><published>2009-04-21T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:08:34.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth day'/><title type='text'>Get off my back.  I'll blog when I want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Calm down.  Can't a girl be busy?  Can't a girl have a life away from you freaks of nature??  In the words of Kathy Griffin "Jesus H Christ on a Cross!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off I'm busy.  Every night this week I've got something happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly I'm busy.  Every morning I've got something happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do own a store.  I do go away once in a while.  Just wait until Summer.  I'm gone 4-5 days every week and I don't own a lap-top. (But am open to being gifted one.  Mac please. Mac snob here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we had 2 Earth Day festivals. One was in Squaw Valley, the other was here in Reno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se5oT1v0E7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/SRmyIvEGVhQ/s320/100_1841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327310099280303026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in front of the booth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please note the huge hat.  Skin cancer will do that to ya. I slathered on 45 spf.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a giant head.  That hat is a size 8 that's been stretched out to fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course I have on my kick ass flame boots.  And why do people feel the need to ask me how much I paid for those?  My new response "Less than a house payment". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Squaw Valley Trashion Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se5oUD-btGI/AAAAAAAAAco/orFFx2kO0vs/s1600-h/100_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se5oUD-btGI/AAAAAAAAAco/orFFx2kO0vs/s320/100_1809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327310103099716706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This 2 pc outfit was made from 500 Clif bar wrappers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se5oUPJQuvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/a5q9EUUUuTU/s1600-h/100_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se5oUPJQuvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/a5q9EUUUuTU/s320/100_1786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327310106097924850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made from a garden umbrella and measuring tape found in forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have more photos on my facebook page.  It's open to anyone.  PrismMagic Sparks is the name to search.  You can even opt to be my friend.  It's the store's page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scale report: 205!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Very very solid 205.  Which means -27 since Jan 4.  I'll take it baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been pretty nice &amp;amp; warm here.  My appetite has diminished.  Saturday night driving home from the festival both Steve &amp;amp; I were tired.  Neither one of us wanted to cook.  I just wanted beef &amp;amp; a potato.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We saw a sign for $13.95 all you can eat prime rib at a dive casino so we went for it.  It was the best prime rib I've had in years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I had was a baked potato &amp;amp; 3 servings of prime rib.  Nothing else.  No salad. No fruit.  No veggies.  Nada. Nothing.  Zip.  Yes.  I said 3 servings.  ("Meat. It's what's festering in your colon.") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se5oT1v0E7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/SRmyIvEGVhQ/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4923379b59a36435/49ee2b1f579d9a3e/4923379b59a36435/1830645e/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling thin.  Funny thing (and I think I've said this before) when I got up to 205 I know I didn't feel thin.  And to everyone else in the world 205 is still fat.  I should look up the bmi but nah.  (Go for it.  I'm 5'8".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wearing clothes I've not worn in a couple of years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And people are starting to notice.  I LOVE that.  "Why yes I've dropped 27 pounds.  Thanks for noticing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever hear of the term "Dry Rain"?  We're having that phenomenon happen right now.  It happens a lot in the desert.  It rains but dries up before hitting the ground because it's too hot to hit the ground.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reno averages 8" of rainfall a year &amp;amp; that's mostly snow.  It's hardly every humid but right now it's very very humid due to the dry rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok freaks.  That's my post for today. *kisses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-783188667524961901?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/783188667524961901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=783188667524961901&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/783188667524961901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/783188667524961901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/pound-for-pound-challenge-widget.html' title='Get off my back.  I&apos;ll blog when I want to.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Se5oT1v0E7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/SRmyIvEGVhQ/s72-c/100_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-9206404688539948153</id><published>2009-04-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:50:51.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SedCGgd_sII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vRIUXbymQYk/s1600-h/n823405569_6312536_7043787.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my Brother:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sec-tPOKPKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5dN6syuhlm8/s320/sc0001cf4e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325294031289859234" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sec_V5_DztI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GzZNuz3Q6nw/s1600-h/shapeimage_5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sec_V5_DztI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GzZNuz3Q6nw/s320/shapeimage_5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325294729964015314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In true family tradition I'm wishing him a happy birthday a day late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've bragged about Clint in the past.  Growing up he wasn't the "normal" brother.  He never teased me, never picked on me, never tattled.  Could have been the 7 year age difference.  My Mom once told me that she never had to worry about cleaning out his pockets when doing laundry.  He wasn't the kind of kid that picked up bugs &amp;amp; kept them to play with later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now he's a Dad to 2 wonderful kids.  (I'm biased.  His daughter is a "mini-me" and his son is my Godson.)  His wife is amazing, beautiful, funny and helps him keep is act together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday to you!  You live in a zoo!  You look like a MONKEYYYYYYYYY and you smell like one toooooooooooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCREAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SedCGgd_sII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vRIUXbymQYk/s1600-h/n823405569_6312536_7043787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SedCGgd_sII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vRIUXbymQYk/s320/n823405569_6312536_7043787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297763951292546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Let's talk diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weight loss.  Life journey.  Choices.  Journalling.  Exercise.  Water. No sugar. No whites: flour, pasta, potatoes.  Inspirations.  Uninspired.  30 minutes a day.  Nothing after 8pm.  Breakfast. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.  Fake it til you make it. Put the fork down between bites.  Don't do anything while eating.  Eat in front of a mirror.  Leave a bite or 2 on your plate.  Use a smaller plate.  Use a smaller fork.  Use chopsticks.  Ice water burns more calories than room temperature water.  Eat your rainbow. 1 oz of cheese is equal to your thumb. A serving of meat is the size of a deck of cards.  Measure measure measure.  Points. Fiber. Fat.  An empty colon is a happy colon. Eat right. Baked. Broiled. Not fried.  Couch to 5 k. No carbs.  Cabbage soup diet.  Zero point soup.  Thin jeans.  Fat pants.  Your starting point is my goal. 10%.  No fruit after noon.  Don't mix veggies, carbs and protein.  Have 2 out of three.  No coffee.  Green tea.  Whole grains.  Olive oil.  Five small meals a day.  Pineapple only for 3 days.  Hard boiled eggs.  No salt. Lightly steam.  Fish.  Fish.  Fish.  Lemon juice, cayenne pepper and maple syrup.  Brush and floss. Be the last one at the table eating. Taste each bite.  Savour each bite. Make each bite count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What am I missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-9206404688539948153?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/9206404688539948153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=9206404688539948153&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9206404688539948153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9206404688539948153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-my-brother.html' title='Happy Birthday my Brother!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sec-tPOKPKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5dN6syuhlm8/s72-c/sc0001cf4e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3934169349949781310</id><published>2009-04-14T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:27:18.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Yuri's Night, Costumes and more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUixVWPmfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YU8t5iXgnE8/s1600-h/2f77c2b9-e906-4b83-bb0f-2a4ba9a036fa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss me?  I know I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been scarce but I have great excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.  Excuse #1:  Getting ready for the big party this past Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yuri's night is an international party that happens all over the world on the same night.  It honors the 1st man in space Yuri something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were slammed all week.  On saturday (the day of the party) we had people knocking on the doors after we closed looking for costumes.  "I'll take anything!"  Everything that was silver, gold, sparkley or spacey was long gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Party night came &amp;amp; we were out until 1:45 am!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a few pictures from the event:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUhHV7PbJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_p5ztHkb0Ng/s1600-h/100_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUhHV7PbJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_p5ztHkb0Ng/s320/100_1724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324698544463899794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fire spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's one single poi that's about the size of a bowling ball.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUixVWPmfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YU8t5iXgnE8/s320/2f77c2b9-e906-4b83-bb0f-2a4ba9a036fa.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324700365374855666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy is the one spinning the big poi.  He loves fire and is really really fantastic at spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgtUcyrjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eRK8HyP65p0/s1600-h/3435200305_69ac799a42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgtUcyrjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eRK8HyP65p0/s320/3435200305_69ac799a42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324698097391152690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Sabra.  She's a very close friend.  She also happens to sublet part of our store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's an amazing woman.  She's had breast cancer 3 times, ovarian cancer once and has been in remission for 4 years. She grew up in Ely, NV which is a "down winder" town. Down winder is a term used for areas in Nevada that are down wind from the nuclear bomb tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and that's not her real hair.  It's an orange wig.  But she has orange &amp;amp; gold hair under it.  She hot glued the hat to the wig so it's stuck there for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgIckTRwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_2T5I6mpZzY/s1600-h/100_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgIckTRwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_2T5I6mpZzY/s320/100_1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324697463914972930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan &amp;amp; Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan is another good friend.  He, Robin &amp;amp; I are working on the Burning Man web site updating the local shopping areas.  He has the best costumes and it's always a surprise to see what he's wearing.  I'd love to raid his closet except he weighs about 130-140 pounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm wearing a lime green faux ostrich blazer, black corset, short pink &amp;amp; yellow petticoat, black fishnets with pink fence nets over the top &amp;amp; my GREEN Doc Martins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had 2 people grab my hair &amp;amp; ask if it was really all mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgIJ6iqII/AAAAAAAAAbI/TkqGO3mV8h0/s1600-h/100_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgIJ6iqII/AAAAAAAAAbI/TkqGO3mV8h0/s320/100_1733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324697458907981954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my favorite costume of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know this guy but I was amazed at his creativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgHxCS47I/AAAAAAAAAbA/FygPNWElWP0/s1600-h/100_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUgHxCS47I/AAAAAAAAAbA/FygPNWElWP0/s320/100_1739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324697452229616562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my friend Chelsea.  She has an aerial troupe called &lt;a href="http://dragonflyaerials.com/"&gt;Dragonfly Aerials&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a burlesque troupe called Bohemian Burlesque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She organized 4 aerialists to hang from the ceiling and perform during one of the dj's sets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Normally I post in the morning but lately I've been practicing poi &amp;amp; facebooking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm attempting to cut back on my morning computer time so that I can get to the store with time  to spare for sewing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in the middle of making a lime green fur bunny suit.  I finished silk flame pants yesterday. I'm hoping to get some personal projects made in the next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do miss you all.  I do read your blogs.  Just haven't had the time to comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3934169349949781310?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3934169349949781310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3934169349949781310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3934169349949781310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3934169349949781310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/yuris-night-costumes-and-more.html' title='Yuri&apos;s Night, Costumes and more!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeUhHV7PbJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_p5ztHkb0Ng/s72-c/100_1724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8559068070061009531</id><published>2009-04-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:32:07.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's outlook:  Feeling thin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pancakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeDhnVQwmAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pPzpvcN8r6A/s1600-h/pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeDhnVQwmAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pPzpvcN8r6A/s320/pancakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323502825390512130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started this about 2 hours ago.  The store is SLAMMED!  OH YEAH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had pancakes for breaky.  Loved them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post the recipe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeDhnJdFXGI/AAAAAAAAAaw/HqRqsobP1zQ/s1600-h/100_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeDhnJdFXGI/AAAAAAAAAaw/HqRqsobP1zQ/s320/100_1691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323502822220979298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel thin today.  Skirt is a gap XL that's been sitting in my closet for the past 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tights aren't rolling down my fat belly.  They're actually staying where they need to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel thin, clean inside and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight:  BIG partay!  I'll post more tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*kisses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8559068070061009531?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8559068070061009531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8559068070061009531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8559068070061009531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8559068070061009531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-outlook-feeling-thin.html' title='Today&apos;s outlook:  Feeling thin!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SeDhnVQwmAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pPzpvcN8r6A/s72-c/pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3915653184455136592</id><published>2009-04-09T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:18:07.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally.  Finally.  Finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5cpV9InlI/AAAAAAAAAao/DTk93c7G0Fg/s1600-h/100_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5cpV9InlI/AAAAAAAAAao/DTk93c7G0Fg/s320/100_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322793674936458834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Construction is finally happening.  I've waited 2 years for this.  Talk about moving slow. But now it's happening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today they're removing the concrete from the front of the store, the plumber is here putting water lines for the landscaping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The electrician should be here tomorrow or monday to lay the wires for the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sign should be installed next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landscaping starts after the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years.  Two f'ing years I've waited for this to happen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sign I have now cost me $300 in permits and it's just a piece of plywood attached to the side of my building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime here's some random pictures from the inside of the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5cpd19LpI/AAAAAAAAAag/wQq_5Pw4jyE/s1600-h/100_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5cpd19LpI/AAAAAAAAAag/wQq_5Pw4jyE/s320/100_1687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322793677053832850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zebra hat made by local roller derby queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5cpLCp6DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PzYujWLg8Ew/s1600-h/100_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5cpLCp6DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PzYujWLg8Ew/s320/100_1685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322793672006821938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Locally made soap.  I LOVE this stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5coz2VFPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zTXApqNIonw/s1600-h/100_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5coz2VFPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zTXApqNIonw/s320/100_1684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322793665781110002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging lantern.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3915653184455136592?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3915653184455136592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3915653184455136592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3915653184455136592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3915653184455136592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sd5cpV9InlI/AAAAAAAAAao/DTk93c7G0Fg/s72-c/100_1689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3846195935057375090</id><published>2009-04-08T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:57:19.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten free'/><title type='text'>New Goals, Family, Moving forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a great weekend in San Francisco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdzCANMtPPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/T0Fwe1nLiiE/s1600-h/100_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdzCANMtPPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/T0Fwe1nLiiE/s320/100_1593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322342168443829490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve, Mom and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wedding was fun, beautiful and perfect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weather was absolutely perfect.  68 &amp;amp; slight winds.  Not a cloud in the sky the whole time we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/clintrh/clint_richards/Welcome.html"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt; was the officiant.  He's an "I can marry you" minister.  It was great seeing him work.  Remember the bacheloret wedding between Tricia &amp;amp; Ryan?  He was the guy who married them.  He's got a reality show coming out in May called "Hitched or Ditched" on the CW.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Bride &amp;amp; Groom looked absolutely beautiful.  Both were radiant and so happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lisa (my niece, the bride) had talked to the caterer about my food restrictions.  Turned out most of what they picked was ok for me to eat!  Steve &amp;amp; I were thrilled.  We passed on the cupcakes and opted for sparkling water with lime instead of alcohol.  Not a big deal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I was on the dance floor for most of the night.  My 9 year old niece has been taking hip-hop dance lessons and did not want to quit dancing.  She said to me "I'm tired but the dance just has to get out of me!  I can't stop!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She kept having dance-offs with people and would win.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Great times.  Full of memories to last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We packed a cooler &amp;amp; 2 bags of food to go.  We weren't sure if we'd be close to a grocery store and we didn't want to be tempted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well.... We gave into temptation.  A couple of times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next door to our hotel was a gluten free pizza place!  We gave in.  The crust was 100% grain free.  Made with bean flours, yeast, vinegar &amp;amp; garlic.  We substituted the tomato sauce with pesto &amp;amp; cilantro.  Most expensive pizza I've ever had.  $26.50 for a 12" pie.  But Mom treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We split the pizza in half &amp;amp; took our leftovers with us to the pre-wedding party on Friday night. Pasta was being served &amp;amp; we didn't want to feel left out.  So pizza it was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our other splurge:  Hash browns.  Wrong for so many reasons.  Fried, made from white potatoes and well just wrong. Oh and we had avocados.  Forbidden fruit on anti-candida but tasted so good.  yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to reality on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Scale said I was up 2 pounds.  Not surprised.  We hit a buffet on sunday night &amp;amp; I ate my weight in shrimp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New short term goal:  199 by Memorial day.  That's about 1 pound a week, 5 pounds a month. Very very do-able.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weather is warming up.  Time to get the bike out &amp;amp; get it tuned.  It's a 5 speed beach cruiser and is great for hitting the neighborhood.  Reno is very hilly so it's not that great for distance riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one more thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://carlosthelarger.blogspot.com/"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt; has lost 100 pounds.  I love his blog.  Go congratulate him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3846195935057375090?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3846195935057375090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3846195935057375090&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3846195935057375090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3846195935057375090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-goals-family-moving-forward.html' title='New Goals, Family, Moving forward'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdzCANMtPPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/T0Fwe1nLiiE/s72-c/100_1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8875403734969492423</id><published>2009-04-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:42:37.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures from San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fog City Wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtrvfAKY2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fxOsqCcdC4Y/s1600-h/100_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtrvfAKY2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fxOsqCcdC4Y/s320/100_1663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965848188576610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtrvAPx5kI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/NE1yBBe7RHs/s1600-h/100_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtrvAPx5kI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/NE1yBBe7RHs/s320/100_1657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965839932581442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sdtru4BDfNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/pOvU-6J8Kz4/s1600-h/100_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sdtru4BDfNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/pOvU-6J8Kz4/s320/100_1634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965837723335890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtruiLmG3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/8gg2nzecuFs/s1600-h/100_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtruiLmG3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/8gg2nzecuFs/s320/100_1632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965831861967730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtruQ0Gj5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/GkZKrYVBqgc/s1600-h/100_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtruQ0Gj5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/GkZKrYVBqgc/s320/100_1623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965827200028562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8875403734969492423?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8875403734969492423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8875403734969492423&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8875403734969492423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8875403734969492423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventures-from-san-francisco.html' title='Adventures from San Francisco'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdtrvfAKY2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fxOsqCcdC4Y/s72-c/100_1663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-787500890460330030</id><published>2009-04-02T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:49:05.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>San Francisco Here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fog City Wedding time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdTd4RfxlQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BD98AeQrQgQ/s1600-h/111307_out_of_the_gloom_2_520c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdTd4RfxlQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BD98AeQrQgQ/s320/111307_out_of_the_gloom_2_520c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320121018670486786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be a brief blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STeve &amp;amp; I are packing rightthisminute for our trip to San Francisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece Lisa is getting married this weekend and we're leaving a few days early to enjoy some SF city fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody enjoy your weekend.  Play nice &amp;amp; say "Please" and "Thank You".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-787500890460330030?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/787500890460330030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=787500890460330030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/787500890460330030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/787500890460330030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/san-francisco-here-we-come.html' title='San Francisco Here we come!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdTd4RfxlQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BD98AeQrQgQ/s72-c/111307_out_of_the_gloom_2_520c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1924895146893313415</id><published>2009-04-01T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:26:43.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fools'/><title type='text'>Happy April Fools Day aka An ode to my Friend Teri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy April Fools day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdNuEAfWEdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DrZQFdn1ZTI/s1600-h/14_read_melissasue5_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdNuEAfWEdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DrZQFdn1ZTI/s320/14_read_melissasue5_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319716599984689618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be you're wondering why I have a picture of Mary Ingals from Little House on the Prairie. Well I'll tell ya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's post is going to be all about one of my closest and bestest friends &lt;a href="http://theyearoftheteri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teri&lt;/a&gt;.  If you're looking for weight loss stories today's not going to be one of them.  I woke up at 5 am thinking about my adventures with Teri &amp;amp; decided that I really needed to blog about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our history:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teri &amp;amp; I worked together about 20 years ago in radio.  I was a dj &amp;amp; she was in sales.  We just hit it off as friends and have never looked back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about Teri is that she loves a really good practical joke.  She's great at dishing them out but also great at having them played on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April fools &amp;amp; Halloween are her 2 favorite days of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been warned by friends and her family to watch out on April Fools.  She had been known to pull some great pranks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year #1 The day went by &amp;amp; she ignored me which made me crazy.  I kept expecting something to happen.  "That was part of your prank.  I knew it would make you wonder what was going to happen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year #2 she had pre-planned a bunch of stuff for everyone but it fell thru when her husband had left her the night before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She showed up to work with puffy eyes and said "he left me".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of us believed her.  "Great joke."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned out she was serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year #3  We both had gone thru the big breakups with jerks (mine got another woman pregnant.  Hers was just an ass.) and decided it was time for us to become housemates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had my boss call me &amp;amp; pretend to be from the health dept telling me that there had been reports from a few men with STD's and they all had used my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off Harry (my boss) was terrible at character voices.  Secondly he used the name Hunter S. Thompson.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh part of this story is that we shared a phone line &amp;amp; answering machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this time I was so mentally messed up from my break up that I had taken a step back from dating.  No men in my bed. No men in my life.  Period.  So there was no way I was linked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to get back at Teri?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got on the phone &amp;amp; started calling every single man I knew.  "Call me back &amp;amp; leave a message saying you heard from the health dept and want to know what this is about."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They called their friends to leave messages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time she got home the machine was full of strange men calling me to ask about the health dept.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.  Why the Mary Ingals photo?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teri looks like her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used it to our advantage.  (Yes. I said "Our" advantage.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd go out &amp;amp; convince men that she was Mary from Little House.  They'd buy us dinner, drinks,  show tickets, etc.  Our prey was tourists.  Never local men.  We'd get dinner &amp;amp; they'd get a story to tell when they got home.  ("Remember that show 'Little House on the Prairie'? Remember the blind chick? You're not going to believe who I had dinner with in Reno.") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I tried doing a few after school specials but I was type cast as the 'girl next door' and couldn't get good roles."  She'd tell them. "So now I'm selling radio time in Reno". (Which was true.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'd do the Mary is blind move: arms out &amp;amp; saying "Mama?? Papa?? Laura??"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well a couple of years ago she had mis-emailed me about a dinner party.  I had been part of an email list and decided it was time for her to be pranked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I emailed the hostess of the party.  Explained the Mary Ingalls connection and how Teri loved being told she looked like the chick from Little House.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hostess took the joke &amp;amp; ran with it.  Needless to say I believe that was the last and final time Mary Ingalls has been used by Teri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more stories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--The day after halloween &amp;amp; finding over 100 pumpkins in my front yard from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Finding a 10# fish under my driver seat then putting it in her car after saran wrapping the steering wheel &amp;amp; seat together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Ditching her at b'fast while she was in the bathroom.  I got the whole table to leave her behind.  (The radio station was paying for it. She wasn't left with the bill.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--She &amp;amp; her husband having sex in my bathroom during Steve's &amp;amp; my wedding reception. Our reception was at our house.  Her husband showed me that he was wearing her bra. (And I was worried about Steve's friends... HA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--She had a secret wedding on her lunch hour and didn't tell anyone but me.  They got married a month later and eventually told of the previous wedding so it's ok that I knew about it before everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more. A lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teri you're my hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ran away at 18 &amp;amp; joined the circus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ran away &amp;amp; moved to Pismo after a 3 day vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've been thru hell and back and have the best stories about the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad we're friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1924895146893313415?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1924895146893313415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1924895146893313415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1924895146893313415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1924895146893313415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools-day-aka-ode-to-my.html' title='Happy April Fools Day aka An ode to my Friend Teri'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdNuEAfWEdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DrZQFdn1ZTI/s72-c/14_read_melissasue5_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7725517893152800434</id><published>2009-03-31T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:40:24.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><title type='text'>And now the latest in weight loss, PSA and fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Scale check in:  208.  Yeah.  It's down and I'm happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it would probably move faster if I worked out but I don't so it is what it is.  This isn't a race.  I don't care how fast it comes off just as long as it comes off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdJ2GHEf9cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/P5UDevIP9Cw/s1600-h/278425.full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdJ2GHEf9cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/P5UDevIP9Cw/s320/278425.full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319443957227189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now go spend $20 at a locally owned business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdJwK6L9uZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HDO2NjCZ_G0/s1600-h/100_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdJwK6L9uZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HDO2NjCZ_G0/s320/100_0910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319437442598418834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you new readers my husband &amp;amp; I own a store in Sparks (Reno) NV.  Half is tie-dye clothing that he makes and the other half is vintage, nostalgic and costumes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cater to the &lt;a href="http://www.burningman.com"&gt;Burning Man&lt;/a&gt; community.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sew custom costumes.  My challenge right now is to figure out how to attach a penis to a lime green bunny suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get in all sorts of crazy clothing. Right now I probably have 30 petticoats in stock.  I've got masks, hats, fur robes, sparkley dresses, blouses and tons of animal print things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burning Man doesn't happen until Labor Day.  It's 8 days of 50,000 people partying in the desert about 90 miles east of here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks to the economy people are planning early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been slammed the past few days and I'm thrilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I get my picture taken for Controlled Burn, the fire conclave that I'll be performing with at Burning Man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's Burning Man season early and I couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7725517893152800434?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7725517893152800434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7725517893152800434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7725517893152800434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7725517893152800434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-latest-in-weight-loss-psa-and.html' title='And now the latest in weight loss, PSA and fun'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SdJ2GHEf9cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/P5UDevIP9Cw/s72-c/278425.full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6582653652401835978</id><published>2009-03-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:39:02.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Fat not-so-funny stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fightfatphobia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia &lt;/a&gt; wrote on Friday about breaking a chair while waiting at the eyeglass dr's place.  It got me to thinking about all the things that have happened to me over the years being overweight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about being fat, overweight, obese is that it comes on slowly.  It's not like one day I woke up and weighed over 300 pounds.  (Well I did but you understand.)  The weight came on slowly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd see pictures of myself and not believe that it was an accurate picture.  Kind of like hearing your voice for the 1st time.  You don't believe you really sound that way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buying clothes "Well they're making clothes smaller these days.  They just don't fit the way they used to."  Uh huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirrors are avoided.  At least full length mirrors are.  Even now we only have 1 mirror that I can see part of the upper half of my body.  And that's in the entryway!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Steve if he had any embarrassing moments being overweight.  He once broke a toilet seat at a friends place.  It was a wooden one and living in the desert those things dry out &amp;amp; break easily.  He said that when he sees that guy he still brings it up.  "Remember when your fat ass broke my toilet seat?? HA HA HA!!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember a couple of incidents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  In Vegas for a convention.  There was a chair massage booth &amp;amp; I wanted to get one. Massage therapist looked at me &amp;amp; said "You're too big for me to massage.  I don't want you to break my chair."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt like the world had gone silent and everyone stopped to look at the fat woman who wanted a massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Being at an amusement park &amp;amp; the safety bar didn't *click* into place so I had to leave the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  People constantly asking me when I'm due.  Touching my belly to feel the baby.  "Is it kicking?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to say I was just fat &amp;amp; not pregnant.  Now I just lie &amp;amp; say 3 months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Little kids telling me in their honesty that I'm fat.  Yeah that's fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  In my single days being the fat chick who went out with the hot friends.  Having the great personality &amp;amp; being  the one the guys would call for advice on how to get my hot girl friend to go out with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strange thing is that I have always been very comfortable in my skin.  Once when getting my aura red the reader told me that I had a "thin person's aura".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know I know.  I'm doing something about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I've been doing something about it for most of my life.  And I will continue to do something about it the rest of my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6582653652401835978?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6582653652401835978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6582653652401835978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6582653652401835978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6582653652401835978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/fat-not-so-funny-stories.html' title='Fat not-so-funny stories'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-9137158099757870163</id><published>2009-03-29T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:05:20.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Sunday Sunday Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sc-LBiPqQXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Vdq-0QSnbS8/s1600-h/100_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sc-LBiPqQXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Vdq-0QSnbS8/s320/100_1573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318622543436464498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring has sprung in our yard.  Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The lilacs are starting to bud, the peonies are coming up and I've told the peach tree numerous times to wait on blooming.  Bloom now &amp;amp; we'll have that final freeze in May and NO PEACHES in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thing about living in Reno is our short growing season.  (No, Reno's not near Vegas. Reno's near Lake Tahoe in the north western part of the state.)  We're at 5000 ft elevation &amp;amp; have 4 seasons.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also have extreme temperatures in the summer with day time highs in the 90's -100's and dropping down at night to 60.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Officially our last freeze is Memorial day weekend and our first freeze is usually early Sept.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's why I grab ahold of spring.  It means that in just a few months summer will be here!  Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crystal necklace set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sc-KPlM-JMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vMEUaoN7CHY/s1600-h/100_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sc-KPlM-JMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vMEUaoN7CHY/s320/100_1574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318621685237032130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finished the necklace set yesterday.  For those of you who don't know about this let me tell you the cliff notes story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crystals were originally Nana's.  My Sister wanted me to create a necklace &amp;amp; earrings for her to wear next weekend at her daughter's wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had enough to create a bracelet.  Hopefully everything is right with the world and it all fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food Food Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm uninspired. I'm going to revisit my earlier posts and start back on getting recipes going every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have the same thing every day for lunch:  salad with goat yogurt as a dressing, turkey patty cooked in my cooker at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snack:  rice cakes with either pesto or coconut oil with almond butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Same thing Same thing Same thing Same thing Same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I meant the same thing everysingleday?  Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And how are you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-9137158099757870163?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/9137158099757870163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=9137158099757870163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9137158099757870163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9137158099757870163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday Sunday Sunday'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sc-LBiPqQXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Vdq-0QSnbS8/s72-c/100_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1169104834684146511</id><published>2009-03-26T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:48:59.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh a day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is my day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All alone in the house.  Me.  By myself.  (Well Me &amp;amp; the dogs.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now don't get me wrong.  I love hanging with Steve but I rarely get a day to myself.  And with our spring/summer season right around the corner I won't be getting a day off for about 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish days like today.  Getting little tasks done:  kitchen cleaned, bathrooms cleaned, caught up on laundry.  Oh yeah.  And I may even take a nap!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my happy little world I wouldn't leave the house today but I'm returning clothes, looking for Spanx &amp;amp; have to mail off some photos. Plus tonight I work the box office at the theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food prep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu34Wi77UI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-ducsENJtwE/s1600-h/100_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu34Wi77UI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-ducsENJtwE/s320/100_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317545963793673538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kitchen counter looks like this every morning.  Big bags of veggies, plastic containers for lunch and figuring out what to eat during the day.  See the big bag on the right?  That's spinach. I'll go thru 2 of those big bags a week.  Next to it is broccoli crowns. A bag of those a week isn't a big deal for us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was im'ing with a friend and she said she rarely eats veggies. She was surprised that I have veggies in my eggs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only veggies I'm not a fan of is boiled or creamed.  We either eat them sauteed, roasted, raw, steamed or stir fried.  I love raw spinach.  I have at least 2 servings a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my knife?  That's the secret to having a good kitchen.  I love that knife.  I travel with it. My Mom said that I was a gourmet because of that knife.  I bought it at a restaurant supply store for $35.  It's balanced, heavy blade and feels good to use.  I get it professionally sharpened about once a year.  The rest of the time I have a steel that I use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invest in a good knife.  Don't get those ones that you see at the home shows with the "never needs sharpening" blade.  I've got a few of those and honestly I think they're going to the thrift store next time I clean out my drawers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold the knife in your hand.  Feel the balance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got "name brand" knives.  Heinkel, Calphalon, Chef Works and none compare to the one I bought at the restaurant supply store.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more knife tip:  When scraping food off the cutting board turn your knife over so the blade isn't doing the scraping.  It dulls the blade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOOTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the other day when I was talking about my boot fetish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's one of my pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu337xyL9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/fR5Pv5NMvo8/s1600-h/100_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu337xyL9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/fR5Pv5NMvo8/s320/100_1569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317545956608192466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu338XeppI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qnLLClaROGE/s1600-h/100_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu338XeppI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qnLLClaROGE/s320/100_1568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317545956766295698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are custom made.  I designed the flames and how I wanted them to look.  The shoe maker did the rest.  You can't see it but on the back heel is the Burning Man logo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are made from 4 different hides:  buffalo, elk, cow &amp;amp; goat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The buttons are made from elk horns and blown glass  buttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a 2" platform on the bottom and the insole is lined with sheep skin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since they were made custom for me they are the most comfortable shoes I own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were pricey.  Let's just say I'm not getting any b'day, christmas, valentines or anniversary presents for a couple of years and leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Working on my Sister's necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu33ulP8tI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7mLniinzDJI/s1600-h/100_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu33ulP8tI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7mLniinzDJI/s320/100_1566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317545953065956050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I've said in previous posts my oldest Niece is getting married on April 4th.  My Sister got a beautiful crystal necklace from our Mom that used to belong to our Nana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister is wearing it with her dress at the wedding.  She's asked me to restring it and make a pair of earrings to match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think these crystals are over 100 years old or close to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana was born in 1881.  It's now 2009.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was working on the necklace I kept this in mind:  "These will probably be passed on to one of my Sister's grandchildren.  I am part of a legacy by making this necklace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as I write this I'm crying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an honor to be making this necklace that was part of my past and will be used as part of my Nieces future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1169104834684146511?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1169104834684146511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1169104834684146511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1169104834684146511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1169104834684146511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhh-day-off.html' title='Ahhhh a day off'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Scu34Wi77UI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-ducsENJtwE/s72-c/100_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1879983332894148389</id><published>2009-03-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:56:19.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Anti Candida diet phase 2.</title><content type='html'>Guess who mis-read the original cleanse instructions. Yeah. That would be me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phase 1 was suppose to only last 6 weeks.  We did it almost 3 months. So this morning we started phase 2.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much difference from phase 1 except my one sweet treat is now gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our morning drink was cranberry juice concentrate, 1 tsp apple cider vinegar &amp;amp; 1 tsp grade b maple syrup.  Now it's just 2 tsp cranberry juice concentrate and water.  And since we've not had anything sweet in a while it wasn't bad.  (Way to clean out those kidneys!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can slowly start to reintroduce fruit and other grains, nuts into our diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve was excited because one of the breakfast items was buckwheat pancakes with vanilla. Guess what we're having on sat morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added &lt;a href="http://www.nutrasanus.com/grapefruit-pectin.html"&gt;grapefruit pectin&lt;/a&gt; to my morning green drink.  Tasted kind of weird but I know I'll get used to it just like I did with everything else over the past 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not hip to adding any fruit at this time.  It's not really in season and I'm not a fan of off season, picked too soon, trucked 1000 miles fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited to add other nuts.  Funny how it's the little things like nuts give us pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my PSA for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My friend Robin's troupe has been in here twice selling cookies.  She told me that they only make 30 cents a box!  WTF??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So today they were here 4 hours &amp;amp; sold a record 18 boxes.  18 x .30= $5.40  profit.  Four hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't buy cookies.  Write them a check.  Find your local troupe.  Save the calories.  Help send a girl to camp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;stepping&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carlosthelarger.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-target-on-my-back.html"&gt;Carlos&lt;/a&gt; cracks me up.  He pretty much summed up how I feel about BL.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quit crying you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Put on your big girl panties and just deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I'm just going home."  Ok.  Go.  Let me help you pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Bob is no longer Bob.  I'm calling him Bawlb.  QUIT CRYING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But please enjoy your 100 calorie packs of jello, Fiber one, chewing gum, and save the landfill Britta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One last thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YOVILLE has been down all day.  ALL DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My addiction needs feeding.  Badly!  argggg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1879983332894148389?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1879983332894148389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1879983332894148389&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1879983332894148389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1879983332894148389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/anti-candida-diet-phase-2.html' title='Anti Candida diet phase 2.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-2885783925109019876</id><published>2009-03-23T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:32:38.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Hello 10%!!! Hello 209!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchE2Ptm1jI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jqWCxcXebI4/s1600-h/100_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who's lost 10% since Jan 4th?  Yeah.  That's right.  This bitch right here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;209 is what the scale said 2 days in a row.  232-209 = 23 pounds or 10%.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;232 front view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEgFvvyAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/8Qi4yaFP8nA/s1600-h/100_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEgFvvyAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/8Qi4yaFP8nA/s320/100_1164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574678199814146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;209 front view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEfK7EmvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oCv-aW33DSA/s1600-h/100_1564.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEfK7EmvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oCv-aW33DSA/s320/100_1564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574662409624306" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;232 side view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchE2Ptm1jI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jqWCxcXebI4/s320/100_1165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316575058832315954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;209 side view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEeXRFWqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mrD6QB6K964/s1600-h/100_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEeXRFWqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mrD6QB6K964/s320/100_1565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574648543304354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a wonderful start.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now onto my next 10%:  189. Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's hat shipment arrived today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEfujquxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vIsrhZFoObk/s1600-h/100_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEfujquxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vIsrhZFoObk/s320/100_1562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574671975136018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that his beard is stick way down below the bottom of the mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEfY9kLuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/dKlPzUwTxNc/s1600-h/100_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEfY9kLuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/dKlPzUwTxNc/s320/100_1563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574666178178786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Big party here on April 11th.  "Yuri's Night" is a celebration of outer space.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I mention that I've lost 10%??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-2885783925109019876?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/2885783925109019876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=2885783925109019876&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2885783925109019876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2885783925109019876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-10-hello-209.html' title='Hello 10%!!! Hello 209!!!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SchEgFvvyAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/8Qi4yaFP8nA/s72-c/100_1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-5369515951312256406</id><published>2009-03-22T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:51:55.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Sexy Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sexy Boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO1IIEnrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XNT7TGExzaw/s320/100_1551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316234191011356338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thigh high platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Size 11 (too big  for my size 10 feet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patent leather that stretches over my calfs &amp;amp; thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great with a school girl kilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO1qMBUeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uAXrd9S2ibo/s320/100_1546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316234200154722786" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the deal about boots.  I love em.  I have 7 or 8 pairs.  And I'm always on the look out for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owning a vintage clothing store only supports my boot habit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have some really cool, interesting customers that I buy from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in Nevada. Nevada is the ONLY state in the USA where prostitution is legal.  Ever watch "Cathouse" on HBO?  That place is about 30 mins from me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no problem with legalized prostitution.  The girls are STD tested once a month, it's taxed and they make bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a couple of customers who work at the brothels and they bring me clothes, shoes, boots, costumes, etc.  I figure the clothes aren't worn all that long and plus they're fun to have in the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time they just want to trade for other clothes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're open about what they do and are willing to answer any and all my questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One told me that she doesn't do the line-up, she won't be on the HBO show and she gets about $2000 per "party".  She splits 50/50 with Dennis (the owner).  She doesn't take new clients and most are booked on line.  (Yeah.  I thought so too when she said $2000.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her houses are 100% paid for &amp;amp; she teaches the other girls how to save money, make investments so that they'll be ok once they leave the trade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make no judgement about these women.  I just think it should be legalized in all 50 states.  It happens all the time and by controlling it, taxing it and making sure no STD's are spread it just makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW:  There have been no reported STD's spread by any of the legal brothels in Nevada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now for something a little lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO2RzPi3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4sLNp-uoUQg/s1600-h/100_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO2RzPi3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4sLNp-uoUQg/s320/100_1541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316234210788215666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May I present Lily and Ruby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO2DK-WvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lUztfO1RXs8/s1600-h/100_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO2DK-WvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lUztfO1RXs8/s320/100_1543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316234206861220594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a Girl Scout troupe hanging out &amp;amp; selling cookies today.  My friend Robin had asked me if they could come by &amp;amp; sell this weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure!  Bring em down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let people dress up all the time.  There weren't many customers today due to the crappy snowy weather.  So sure.  You can dress up but here's the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  No fighting.  If you fight over something you're done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Respect the clothes.  If something breaks, tears or ends up with a hole come &amp;amp; tell me.  (I have more adults breaking zippers and stealing buttons so kids trying on clothes are NOTHING to me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Put it back.  You can't try on a 2nd outfit until #1 is hung back up with all the buttons buttoned, the zippers zipped and the shoes put back on the rack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Pick up the feathers.  Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily has more style at age 8 then I have at age 48.  That kid is classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby is 3 and I pretty much dress like her.  "Hey!  Everything is red!  It must match."  Please note her sequined horns.  I wear those almost every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NSV:  I wasn't tempted at all by the cookies.  Friends came in &amp;amp; bought a couple of boxes, opened them up &amp;amp; offered me some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No thanks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh right.  You're on a diet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I'm allergic to wheat.  Thanks anyway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the box:  Wheat flour, corn syrup,  corn starch, soy lecithin.  No, no, no &amp;amp; no.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And AND I didn't feel deprived.  Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're coming back on Weds to sell and they left the boxes.  Not even tempted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight's dinner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roasted chicken breast with roasted veggies in same pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO0xLkkdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/k1T70e8YMh0/s1600-h/100_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO0xLkkdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/k1T70e8YMh0/s320/100_1558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316234184852017618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been a while since I posted a recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is easy peasy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-heat oven: 375&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a roasting/baking dish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Chicken breasts: seasoned w/ fresh lemon juice, dry mustard, oregano, salt, pepper, garlic &amp;amp; chili powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 small red potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broccoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asparagus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow bell pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All veggies were tossed with olive oil, salt &amp;amp; pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake 1 hour or until chicken is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUMMY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-5369515951312256406?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/5369515951312256406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=5369515951312256406&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/5369515951312256406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/5369515951312256406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexy-boots.html' title='Sexy Boots'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SccO1IIEnrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XNT7TGExzaw/s72-c/100_1551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-2691570218459643293</id><published>2009-03-20T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:57:44.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Arggggg!  My new addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScRvcfmJJqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2s_XGzOolL8/s1600-h/facebook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScRvcfmJJqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2s_XGzOolL8/s200/facebook2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315495995512530594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup. Yup. Yup.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm addicted.  Not to Facebook but to one of their silly stupid games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScRvbdLBarI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Yr8GBAI75v4/s200/yoville.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315495977682037426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yoville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you on Facebook?  Come be part of my crew in Yoville.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You get a job at the Widget factory where every 6 hours you check in &amp;amp; get coins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coins allow you to decorate your apartment in Yoville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh no!  You better eat something because your energy is going down.  So head over to the diner, the beach or the night club.  You can buy energy at those 3 places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;CHALLENGE someone to either tic tac toe or Rock Paper Scissors and you can make another 200 coins every 24 hours.  If I max you and you don't max me you better gift me.  And don't give me another fire extinguisher.  I already have one. (thanks Pinktini!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rate my apartment, please.  That way I'll make more coins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now I'm saving up for place settings in my kitchen where I have a retro 70's red fridge &amp;amp; stove, 50's table with 4 chairs &amp;amp; shag carpeting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sheesh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm pretty sure it's 12 year olds and middle aged women (I'm 48) playing this damn game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScRvcOVh4qI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8Ak5OUgE24Y/s1600-h/facebook-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScRvcOVh4qI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8Ak5OUgE24Y/s200/facebook-01.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315495990879445666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've taken a back seat to my 12:12 pictures.  I mean how many pics of me eating do you really want to see?  yeah That's what I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know that feeling how great you feel when you've lost weight.  You feel all clean inside &amp;amp; you think "Why don't I do this all the time? Why do I have to go off track and binge?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's what I'm going thru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel great.  I feel healthy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My hair is thick &amp;amp; shinny.  My skin glows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to just be bad &amp;amp; binge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I can't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my health we're talking about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I binge I get sick.  I don't want to be sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So tonight for dinner I had a HUGE (like almost half the package) bowl of brown rice spaghetti. I threw in a couple of handfuls of spinach, olive oil, lemon juice, garlic and ate it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the servings were for 2-3 other people but they missed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in my sick, convoluted mind I'm bingeing on food that  is ok for me to eat.  Just the portion is wayyyy outta control.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's craving came outta nowhere.  Salted roasted cashews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't do cashews because they're full of mold.  (Bet you didn't know that.  Same with peanuts &amp;amp; pistachios.  Dr. Claire told me once that she'll never ever have those 3 nuts ever again because of the high mold content.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And since I've spent almost 3 months on the anti-candida there's no way I'm going to mess it up with moldy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So when I binge (like the big ole one person pasta feed tonight) I do it with ok'ed foods.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a mind change for me.  I finally realized that when I cheat I'm not hurting anyone but myself and this was a HUGE realization for me.  Yeah. I know.  You've known it all along.  Sometimes I'm a little slow to the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and if you want something fun to watch go to youtube.com &amp;amp; put in "Facebook in real life".  There's a bunch of very creative videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-2691570218459643293?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/2691570218459643293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=2691570218459643293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2691570218459643293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2691570218459643293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/arggggg-my-new-addiction.html' title='Arggggg!  My new addiction.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScRvcfmJJqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2s_XGzOolL8/s72-c/facebook2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8859424948883110939</id><published>2009-03-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:07:29.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Just not motivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScJeeX9FZSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LwMyT0Bst88/s1600-h/image02626.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScJeeX9FZSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LwMyT0Bst88/s320/image02626.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314914386169914658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScJeed3JHdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y8Mkni48ROk/s1600-h/calvinkick.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup.  No motivation this morning.  Nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left the camera at the store so no 12:12 pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScJeed3JHdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y8Mkni48ROk/s320/calvinkick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314914387755605458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to get off my rear &amp;amp; get my lunch together.  But I'm  just not motivated to do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to just eat eat eat last night.  Made "healthy choices" but still didn't feel satisfied.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the thing about eating right.  And about being on this cleanse.  I've come so far that there's no way I'm going to screw it up by bingeing on bad food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and my new addiction:  Yoville on Facebook.  Stoopid stoopid stoopid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petticoats are ALL DONE!!!  Yup.  Done done done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.  I'm sorry this isn't all inspirational and stuff but I'm just not feeling it today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8859424948883110939?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8859424948883110939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8859424948883110939&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8859424948883110939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8859424948883110939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-not-motivated.html' title='Just not motivated'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScJeeX9FZSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LwMyT0Bst88/s72-c/image02626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-2551482305530356784</id><published>2009-03-18T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:33:01.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Weds Weds Weds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all who voted yesterday on my dress.  My sister called &amp;amp; said that I looked "Dowdy &amp;amp; Matronly" in outfit #1.  That's how I felt in it so it's going back to Ross.  ("Do you love it?" No.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to take dress #3 with me this morning to Lame Giant &amp;amp; see about Spanx.  (For all the boys out there:  Spanx is a giant girdle for the whole body.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anti-Candida diet update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wayyyyy back in Jan, Steve &amp;amp; I started an anti-candida diet.  Here's the &lt;a href="http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-heres-plan.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the first post talking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had committed to 3 months of no sugar, fruit, fermented foods, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the 3 months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Steve's dandruff has disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--My yeast issues under my breasts &amp;amp; belly have disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Toe junk is almost gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I've lost 21 pounds, Steve's lost about 15. (He's not the scale junkie like I am.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not to have red meat but have had it a couple of times. (I love corned beef &amp;amp; cabbage! It was sooooo good last night.  Steve's making hash this morning for b'fast.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food cravings have pretty much disappeared.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve is still getting sinus infections and has a rash all over his forehead &amp;amp; nose.  The neti pot has taken care of the latest sinus infection.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are signs of candida infection.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're going to continue on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're feeling healthier and that's a great thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm: Looking cute in my St Patty's day outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScEBtZovwFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZuMIDuhlQVE/s1600-h/100_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScEBtZovwFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZuMIDuhlQVE/s320/100_1525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314530914761424978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my reflection.  But it also gives you a good luck at part of the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my green Doc Martins.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-2551482305530356784?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/2551482305530356784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=2551482305530356784&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2551482305530356784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2551482305530356784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/weds-weds-weds.html' title='Weds Weds Weds'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/ScEBtZovwFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZuMIDuhlQVE/s72-c/100_1525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3553072109765084431</id><published>2009-03-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:35:21.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Happy St Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb_PYwoxD9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/0ZZCMuze4Yw/s1600-h/100_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy St Patty's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb-8lW-Ep5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/2NNHd2XK8II/s1600-h/st_patricks_day_clipart_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb-8lW-Ep5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/2NNHd2XK8II/s320/st_patricks_day_clipart_2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314173435327588242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm filling the crock pot with pearl onions, corned beef, carrots, potatoes and of course cabbage. It will be nice to come home to after working all day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve's been invited to play his wash-tub bass at one of the bars tonight so I'm guessing that's on tap for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scale this morning:  209!  Then 210!  Then back to 209!  So I'll take 210.  209 would give me 10%.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest niece is getting married next month.  My stress factor for "what to wear" has been incredibly high.  It's an evening wedding in San Francisco.  Not quite a formal affair but pretty damn close.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's been great.  "Just wear what you're comfortable in." Somehow I don't think sweats, t-shirt, no bra &amp;amp; slippers is what she has in mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found 2 dresses yesterday plus  I have a dress in the back of my closet. I'll take pic's of all 3 and you guys can help me decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to my friend Teri:  Max Volume was in the store yesterday.  I tried the dresses on to show Steve &amp;amp; Max decided to chime in on the fashion advice.  (Note to everyone else:  Max is a local dj that's worked in rock radio for the past 30 years.  Think "Johnny Fever" from "WKRP in Cincinnati".  He called me "cutting edge" and "trendy" yesterday.) (And no, I don't believe Max Volume is his given name.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb-7UZCL1JI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-JOujcPd3Fc/s1600-h/100_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb-7UZCL1JI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-JOujcPd3Fc/s320/100_1514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314172044312302738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying Steve's chicken soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb-7TvRdC-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0JASqDesbjo/s1600-h/100_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb-7TvRdC-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0JASqDesbjo/s320/100_1512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314172033102056418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past couple of weeks Steve's been buying a whole chicken.  We eat off it for a couple of days &amp;amp; then he makes soup.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take a big container of chopped veggies &amp;amp; spinach, put them in my rice steamer &amp;amp; top with the soup.  It's nice to have a hot lunch once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dresses.  Please vote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the photos to see details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1.  A 2 piece outfit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sage green jacket (I'll be moving the button and taking it in.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brown 2 layer flowwy skirt with giant flowers on top layer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb_PYwoxD9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/0ZZCMuze4Yw/s1600-h/100_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb_PYwoxD9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/0ZZCMuze4Yw/s320/100_1519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314194109600174034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2: Plain black shell dress with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oriental theme'd silk over piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb_PYSi9L2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Q5DEbBi0r0E/s1600-h/100_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb_PYSi9L2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Q5DEbBi0r0E/s320/100_1518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314194101522739042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3.  2 layered dress.  Black with giant polka dots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard to see but a cute neckline with frills out of the same fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeveless with extra frills on top.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may find a small swing jacket or shrug to cover my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb_PYFL0NpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DGeSDPl7nYE/s1600-h/100_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb_PYFL0NpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DGeSDPl7nYE/s320/100_1516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314194097936021138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3553072109765084431?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3553072109765084431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3553072109765084431&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3553072109765084431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3553072109765084431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb-8lW-Ep5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/2NNHd2XK8II/s72-c/st_patricks_day_clipart_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-563782017125730674</id><published>2009-03-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:24:26.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Brides of March pub crawl, weight loss goals &amp; more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You're going to love this one.  Some of you will relate, some of you just won't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All week I've been helping people get their costumes together for the "Brides of March" pub crawl.  As usual I don't have a costume or any idea of what I'm going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's Saturday morning, I'm at the store.  The day before one of my customers had tried on a long poofy slip that goes under a wedding gown.  It's marked with a 28" waist.  I liked the way it looked on her &amp;amp; decided that I would try it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shimmied it up over my rear &amp;amp; my belly.  The zipper is open all the way and there's no way it will zip.  I look in the mirror &amp;amp; decide it's not really what I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I discover that it's stuck.  As in not going up, not going back down.  I'm stuck in this thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have on a white blouse and am wearing one of my big chunky necklaces.  My hair is pulled back into a bun.  And now I'm stuck in this giant puffy to the floor skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Customers would come in &amp;amp; I'm behind the counter so they can't see the skirt until I come out from behind the counter.  And why was saturday the day of "I've never been in your store before.  Thought I would check it out." customers?  They have no clue that I do wear costumes once in a while but from the waist up I look presentable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get the tilted head like a dog who's heard a strange sound look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Going to the Brides pub crawl?" I'd ask.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ahhhhhh. Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to the bathroom is a challenge.  How do those brides do that?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I try later in the day but no.  It's not going anywhere.  It's stuck in the middle of my belly where I have a dividing line where my underwear sits.  Wanna feel fat?  Get stuck in a pouffy skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;211 pound woman in a pouffy skirt.  Pretty pretty pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I call Mr. T'dots in the afternoon.  "I'm stuck in a skirt.  Guess I'll wear it tonight.  Could you bring me my leather corset, my leather boots &amp;amp; my small purse?  I'll change here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow the S &amp;amp; M bride was born.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After wearing it for about 10 hours the waist must have relaxed enough because I was able to step out of it when I got home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt sexy, fun and great once the corset went on. Funny how being bound up in leather makes a pouffy girl feel sexy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "S &amp;amp; M" Bride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb5n9YCfh9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/8JfTfLpJ1FI/s1600-h/100_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb5n805ntJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PDQG-MEqNuU/s1600-h/100_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb5n805ntJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PDQG-MEqNuU/s320/100_1483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313798905033897106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brides of March 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love my leather corset!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. T'dots looking lovely in pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb5n9YCfh9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/8JfTfLpJ1FI/s320/100_1493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313798914466351058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It was a fun day.  We did a ton of walking, didn't have anything to drink except tonic water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've plateaued with my weight over the past 2 weeks.  The scale is stuck at 211.  I really want to lose another 5-6 pounds by my nieces wedding on the 4th.  I'm thinking of rejoining SparkPeople for the food journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've  become accountable by my daily blogging but now it's time to up the ante &amp;amp; really figure out how much I'm eating every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I know my issue is still portion control.  Multi tasking while eating doesn't help either.  I'm eating b'fast right now while I blog.  Big bites, not chewed properly before swallowing. Suddenly my plate is empty &amp;amp; I've not tasted a thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This weeks goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1.  Finish those damn petticoats!  I have 6 left to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2.  Clean off craft table at store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3.  Finish my sister's necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4.  Rebound 5x this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-563782017125730674?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/563782017125730674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=563782017125730674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/563782017125730674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/563782017125730674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/brides-of-march-pub-crawl-weight-loss.html' title='Brides of March pub crawl, weight loss goals &amp; more!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb5n805ntJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PDQG-MEqNuU/s72-c/100_1483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-4100553154303497427</id><published>2009-03-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:07:38.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>More traveling, more fun, more family, more 12:12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0iUbhYzsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SPnWWlI3erk/s1600-h/100_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a crazy, exciting &amp;amp; go go go week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So much to say but I don't have time.  I'm off to open the store &amp;amp; will check in later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's getting married!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g6HhVpCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DULA4V52wic/s1600-h/100_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g6HhVpCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DULA4V52wic/s320/100_1463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313439318190433314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sisters. You can't do anything about it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g59pIdSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZuN9LEd2fM8/s1600-h/100_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm your sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0hmrdtoBI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pF5k9oL0yQw/s1600-h/100_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0hmrdtoBI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pF5k9oL0yQw/s320/100_1464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440083753148434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0hmdEJprI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rCfKCXUQI8I/s1600-h/100_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 friday March 6.  Lunch at the Costume Convention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g6HhVpCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DULA4V52wic/s1600-h/100_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g5Zl5AEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_9Pamml3PZo/s1600-h/100_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g5Zl5AEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_9Pamml3PZo/s320/100_1458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313439305861496898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g436LjII/AAAAAAAAAT8/3kJUTKDDsnI/s1600-h/100_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0hmdEJprI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rCfKCXUQI8I/s320/100_1457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440079887836850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Saturday March 7.  Driving to So Cal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0iUbhYzsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SPnWWlI3erk/s320/100_1459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440869747576514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard to see but the sign says "Beach Cities".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Sunday March 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; me on the way to the bridal shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g59pIdSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZuN9LEd2fM8/s1600-h/100_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g59pIdSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZuN9LEd2fM8/s320/100_1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313439315538769186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-4100553154303497427?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/4100553154303497427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=4100553154303497427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4100553154303497427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4100553154303497427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-traveling-more-fun-more-family.html' title='More traveling, more fun, more family, more 12:12'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sb0g6HhVpCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DULA4V52wic/s72-c/100_1463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6921455328669105778</id><published>2009-03-13T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:47:51.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>I'm back.  Home.  Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm home.  I've been home since Monday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I needed a few days to regroup and work on other things rather than spend the time blogging. I'm probably going to break this blog up into a few days.  Lots to tell, lots to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I left last thursday &amp;amp; drove to Vegas.  I had scored a room on Orbitz for $19!  (Here's my travel tip for the day.  When you get to a hotel &amp;amp; ask for a refrigerator tell them it's for medicine. They won't charge for a fridge that's being used for medication.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The drive from Reno to Vegas is long &amp;amp; tedious.  Nevada is pretty much a desert.  With nothing else but a few small towns, brothels and long ago abandoned mines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6L5dzR3I/AAAAAAAAATU/mqL8sijZe1E/s320/100_1434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312693055259887474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Long road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But every now &amp;amp; then you run across a gem.  Something that makes you stop &amp;amp; take pictures. In my case I'm part of this gem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6MhEtjUI/AAAAAAAAATs/7zGi2uysKlI/s320/100_1443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312693065892072770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6M9mi9TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Y9haOaxb7Po/s1600-h/100_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6M9mi9TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Y9haOaxb7Po/s320/100_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312693073550177586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Art cars in Goldfield, Nevada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How am I part of this gem?  I dated the artist.  &lt;a href="http://www.relache.com/travel/cars/rocketbob/index.html"&gt;Rocket Bob&lt;/a&gt;.  Yup.  Sure did.  I have a really cool 50's kitchen table that I got out of our small relationship.  It's covered in coke lines.  Other than that it's in great shape.  And no, none of those coke lines are mine.  Food has always been my drug of choice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rocket Bob &amp;amp; I would spend weekends going to garage sales &amp;amp; flea markets looking for dolls, toys and misc squawk for him to take apart &amp;amp; epoxy onto his cars.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Steve &amp;amp; I opened the store Bob came by &amp;amp; offered me a couple of cases of Pee Wee Herman dolls.  Silly me for turning that down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6MhEtjUI/AAAAAAAAATs/7zGi2uysKlI/s1600-h/100_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6MbGqWXI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZNqGhstZUNs/s1600-h/100_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6MbGqWXI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZNqGhstZUNs/s320/100_1439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312693064289638770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artwork made from bombs in Hawthorne, Nevada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a park that has giant flowers also made from bombs.  The strange thing is Hawthorne is a military town. I'm not really sure of the history behind using bomb shells as art but it's kind of cool to see.  And disturbing at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6MOUEi9I/AAAAAAAAATc/avUreXjD2tA/s1600-h/100_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6MOUEi9I/AAAAAAAAATc/avUreXjD2tA/s320/100_1438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312693060856220626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thur, March 5, 12:12ish Near Walker Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm saying 12:12'ish because there's a part of driving hwy 95 that my cel phone jumps ahead 2 hours.  Steve's phone doesn't do it but mine does.  I have my alarm set at 12:12 pm and I noticed that the stereo said it was after 12:12. I looked at my phone &amp;amp; sure enough it said it was 2 something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6L5dzR3I/AAAAAAAAATU/mqL8sijZe1E/s1600-h/100_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6921455328669105778?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6921455328669105778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6921455328669105778&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6921455328669105778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6921455328669105778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-home-yeah.html' title='I&apos;m back.  Home.  Yeah!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sbp6L5dzR3I/AAAAAAAAATU/mqL8sijZe1E/s72-c/100_1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-300033822842420224</id><published>2009-03-05T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:20:43.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Heading to Las Vegas BABEEEEEEEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa_tIvlQTQI/AAAAAAAAATM/h_GdEDbVsd4/s1600-h/100_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the road again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa_quEFOe-I/AAAAAAAAATE/uW2TcHNXYlg/s1600-h/LasVegas_SignNew(1).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa_quEFOe-I/AAAAAAAAATE/uW2TcHNXYlg/s320/LasVegas_SignNew(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309720562783648738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm heading out right after I finish this blog.  I'm going to Las Vegas for a costume convention.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super excited and am looking forward to taking 100 pictures.  But I'm sad that I'm going alone. My travel partner dropped out due to $$ and her dog is suddenly having seizures. Wanna join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not I found a room on Orbitz for $19 a night.  It's the cheapest I've ever gotten outside of staying with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend also scored me 2 tickets to these guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa_qtxO2goI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OsFhX_sAoJE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa_qtxO2goI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OsFhX_sAoJE/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309720557723746946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue Man Group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sending me to a costume convention is like sending the alcoholic to the wine convention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the scary part for me.  Since I have so many food allergies and have been doing an anti-candida diet since the 1st of the year food is an issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure I'm packing food and am good about eating what I pack but schlepping around my cooler and packing food to eat while I'm at the convention isn't very convenient.  I will be parking about a mile away from the convention center &amp;amp; it's not like I can just pack a sandwich to throw in my backpack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And leaving the convention to go eat really is a pain.  I  know I'll figure something out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back late Monday.  You all have a great weekend!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend showing me her nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa_tIvlQTQI/AAAAAAAAATM/h_GdEDbVsd4/s320/100_1431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309723220160564482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-300033822842420224?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/300033822842420224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=300033822842420224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/300033822842420224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/300033822842420224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/heading-to-las-vegas-babeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Heading to Las Vegas BABEEEEEEEEEE!!!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa_quEFOe-I/AAAAAAAAATE/uW2TcHNXYlg/s72-c/LasVegas_SignNew(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8905440510883147498</id><published>2009-03-04T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:35:32.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggies'/><title type='text'>EAT your VEGGIES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa6aQZd9_FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J1cgGDIFHS0/s1600-h/il_430xN.49017915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa6aQZd9_FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J1cgGDIFHS0/s320/il_430xN.49017915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309350617221561426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;photo borrowed from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=18557778"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=18557778&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love veggies.  Love love love them.  It's not a problem for me to get enough servings.  We go thru big bags of veggies a couple of times a week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's strange for me to meet people who don't care for veggies.  Huh? (picture my head tilted like a dog that's heard a strange noise.)  How can you not like veggies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My ex husband didn't like any veggies until we got together.  Turned out he had never had anything fresh.  Everything he had was from a can or creamed.  (God love that ex MIL.)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Growing up we had a huge garden.  The family still talks about Mom planting the big row of parsley.  I think we had every parsley recipe known to man that year.  Dad had a giant compost bin. He was organic when Dow Chemical had other ideas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nana canned, froze and served us fruit year round.  The one thing I'm not a fan of is oranges. We had 3 orange trees growing up and to this day I really have to be craving an orange to have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today in my own garden I have a peach tree that came out of our compost pile.  We get peaches about every 5 years and those have to be the most delicious peaches I've ever eaten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. T'dots has 2-3 compost piles going all the time.  We don't have a garbage disposal.  (No dishwasher either. Or microwave. Now it's your turn to tilt your head and make that face like a dog that's hearing a strange sound.)  We used to start out own tomatoes until we discovered the local county extension sells organic starts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm dreaming of our garden this year.  It snowed last night and I'm so over winter. Reno has a very short growing season and such intense temperature swings that gardening here truly is an art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So eat your veggies.  Don't know how to?  It's simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Figure out what you like.  Start there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like carrots?  Great!  Google "&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=carrot+recipes&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8"&gt;carrot Recipes&lt;/a&gt;" and see what you get. Not a fan of salads?  Could be that you're not a fan of head lettuce.  Try spinach or a mini green's blend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My challenge for you is to figure out how to incorporate veggies into your life.  Pick one that you've never and this week try it.  Try it raw, steamed, sauteed, baked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Tues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot my camera.  Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8905440510883147498?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8905440510883147498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8905440510883147498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8905440510883147498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8905440510883147498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/eat-your-veggies.html' title='EAT your VEGGIES!!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa6aQZd9_FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J1cgGDIFHS0/s72-c/il_430xN.49017915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-9059969045986441233</id><published>2009-03-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:56:59.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Family, travel and Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1PXkpGicI/AAAAAAAAASs/nfx_n5hECDM/s1600-h/100_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family.  Love em or not.  Fortunately for me I love em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest niece is getting married in April.  I spent this past weekend in San Francisco staying with her and her fiance.  Her shower was on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece did something wonderful for me.  She told the hostesses about my food allergies &amp;amp; gave them a list of what I can/can't eat so that I'd be able to eat at the shower.  I had packed some food but ended up taking it all home.  Not only did I eat to my hearts content I took part of left overs with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the hostesses is a vegetarian and said "I'm so used to not being able to eat anything at gatherings it was no big deal to make sure you could eat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love that woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my niece for doing this for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1N4lD36sI/AAAAAAAAASc/w1_uec7YeC0/s1600-h/IMG_3864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1N4lD36sI/AAAAAAAAASc/w1_uec7YeC0/s320/IMG_3864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308985170156055234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Bride-to-be, Mother o'Bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 24px;"&gt;Food Food Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 24px;"&gt;This anti-candida diet is getting to be tedious after 2 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. T'dots and I have become bored with our food.  (This from the same person who posted "Rule of 5" and "Ethnic Tastes" last week.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really need to do some shopping and more prepping of our food.  Change things up a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm heading to Vegas on Thursday for a convention.  I booked a room and will be taking my cooler full of stuff.  But then I'll need to shlep my food over to the convention and figure out how to keep every thing cool &amp;amp; ready to eat while I'm walking around getting catalogs.  We all know that convention food is expensive &amp;amp; I'll have no clue what's in the dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's no way I can go off what I'm doing just because I'm not prepared.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is about cleaning my body out.  Not letting crap in. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and I may have an extra free ticket for Blue Man Group on friday night.  Any takers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steaming a wedding gown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1N4gNKqNI/AAAAAAAAASU/8okLj8KgkiE/s1600-h/100_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1N4gNKqNI/AAAAAAAAASU/8okLj8KgkiE/s320/100_1419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308985168852854994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 14th is the big "Brides of March" pub crawl.  It's where everyone dresses up in bridal gowns, bridesmaid dresses and other wedding related costumes.  No grooms.  All the men are dressed like brides or bridesmaids.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2007 Brides of March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1PXkpGicI/AAAAAAAAASs/nfx_n5hECDM/s1600-h/100_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1PXkpGicI/AAAAAAAAASs/nfx_n5hECDM/s320/100_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308986802131339714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. T'dots so pretty in pink! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1PXVqD2NI/AAAAAAAAASk/XgEKhBdzUbc/s1600-h/100_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1PXVqD2NI/AAAAAAAAASk/XgEKhBdzUbc/s320/100_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308986798108825810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yours truly looking so fresh in an all silk flower number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-9059969045986441233?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/9059969045986441233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=9059969045986441233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9059969045986441233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/9059969045986441233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-craigslist-and-food.html' title='Family, travel and Food'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sa1N4lD36sI/AAAAAAAAASc/w1_uec7YeC0/s72-c/IMG_3864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-81131347113794838</id><published>2009-02-26T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:12:05.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Spices, Lost, Top Chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lots and Lots of things to talk about today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First off a follow-up to yesterday's posts.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So many times we're frustrated with our food.  Boring, uninspired, the same thing every meal, every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By combining yesterday's "Rule of Five" post with todays "Ethnic Tastes" you may find a way to change your food around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please let me know what you think and how you experimented with both the Rule of Five and the Ethnic Tastes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ethnic Tastes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adapted from Chad Sarno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Italian: Garlic, basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, onions, parsley, sage, marjoram, lemon, olives, roma tomatoes, pine nuts, capers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Holy basil, lemon grass, sour tamarind, curry, ginger, galangal root, kefir lime, cilantro, mint, turmeric, coriander, cumin, chiles, coconut, rice, morning glorie (swamp spinach), corn, cauliflower, anise, long bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mexican &amp;amp; Spanish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cilantro, cumin, garlic, olives, coriander, onions, parsley, tamarind, avocado, paprika, chili’s, cinnamon, bell pepper, jicama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Japanese &amp;amp; Chinese: Ginger, garlic, sesame, miso, soy sauce, basil, cardamom, coriander, scallions, star anise, wasabi, lime, mungbean sprouts, bok choy, sea veggies, snow peas, mushrooms, cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;African:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cilantro, cinnamon, ginger, cumin, coriander, mint, saffron, chives, fenugreek, rose, olives, orange, eggplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Middle Eastern/Greek:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Garlic, mint, oregano, dill, cinnamon, parsley, anise, chili’s, cilantro, saffron, sesame, thyme, marjoram, clove, poppy seed, fenugreek, onion, eggplant, tomato, lemon, cucumber, spinach, olives, pomegranate, pine nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eastern Indian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Garlic, ginger, cardamom, curry, cumin, garam-masala, cinnamon, clove, chili’s, anise, fenugreek, fennel seed, mint, mustard, pepper, tamarind, sesame, turmeric, onions, saffron, rose, cauliflower, spinach, lemon, pomegranate, bell peppers, eggplant, tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPOILER ALLERT!!!!! SPOILER ALLERT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you've taped "Top Chef" or "Lost" STOP READING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continue on with your day and we'll see when you've gotten caught up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've been warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Saa3sW4laBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q6bFSFC7DiY/s1600-h/carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Saa3sW4laBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q6bFSFC7DiY/s320/carla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307131183587747858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Carla.  Ohhhhhh Heaven-help-us Carla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been rooting for you since I saw those crazy &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001204/"&gt;Marty Feldman&lt;/a&gt; eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted I was thrilled that Stefan didn't win.  But I really wanted you to win.  I love you Carla. I really really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You knew in judging that because you didn't do what you had planned and went with the other LOSERs ideas that you come in first.  The judges loved your sauces but didn't care for the meat or the dessert.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was fun that Fabio was part of the chefs who ate the final meal.  He asked a very good question "Is this dish worth $100,000.?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cheered when Hosea gave Stefan the alligator.  But of course "SUPER STEFAN" and his cocky attitude didn't mind.  He's been cooking for 100 years and can cook anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTG Hosea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you Carla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Saa3Kmk87gI/AAAAAAAAASA/V1NU58mm4SQ/s1600-h/13032__locke_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Saa3Kmk87gI/AAAAAAAAASA/V1NU58mm4SQ/s320/13032__locke_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307130603684818434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben.  What the f?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John.  What the f?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  What time period is John &amp;amp; the other people from the plane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Have Kate, Jack &amp;amp; Hurley gone back in time?  Cause it looks like Jin is in the 70's with the Dharma bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Who are those other people who are going thru the stuff and where'd the canoe's come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best line of the night: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurley "Hey! Am I talking to a guy in a wheelchair?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm Weds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Saa3KhHifyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WOoqkyxzg-Q/s1600-h/100_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Saa3KhHifyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WOoqkyxzg-Q/s320/100_1413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307130602219274018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelley aka Pinktini picking up her petticoat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-81131347113794838?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/81131347113794838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=81131347113794838&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/81131347113794838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/81131347113794838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/spices-lost-top-chef.html' title='Spices, Lost, Top Chef'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Saa3sW4laBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q6bFSFC7DiY/s72-c/carla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3822176144584173364</id><published>2009-02-25T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:57:05.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Rule of 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JUMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JUMP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaVuG-OhmfI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q8gFpfo52Nc/s1600-h/100_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaVuG-OhmfI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q8gFpfo52Nc/s320/100_1406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306768801988188658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my friend Chelsea.  She has a burlesque group called "Bohemian Burlesque".  We help them get costumes.  She had come by to pick up petticoats and decided she'd put all 4 on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello photo shoot!  I'm going to use this in my April ad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's also an amazing fire spinner.  Her husband fire spins and has a habit of lighting swords on fire and swishing those around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my Chelsea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rule of Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How many times have you made something &amp;amp; thought "this needs something but what?".  You try adding more salt and that just isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was taking raw food classes one of my teachers passed out "The Rule of Five".  It's by Chad Sarno and it's made my cooking grow by leaps and bounds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By adding each of the 5 components to a dish you'll get a full flavor. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Salt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Himalayan sea crystals, celtic sea salt, sea week, dulse, celery.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Sweet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Agave nectar, fruit, dates, raisins, carrots, beets, stevia. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Acid/Sour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Vinegar, lemon juice, lime juice&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Heat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Chili’s, garlic, ginger, thai basil (holy basil), pepper&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Savory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Ethnic spices that make a dish have it’s regional taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Tomorrow I'll be posting regional spice lists to help you add a little more to your diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaVuHI8h0eI/AAAAAAAAARw/4xCXoFr1Dts/s320/100_1404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306768804865495522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;Mike aka Man Babe is an interesting guy.  He has a big theme camp at Burning Man called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;"Sex Filth Avenue".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3822176144584173364?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3822176144584173364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3822176144584173364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3822176144584173364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3822176144584173364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/rule-of-5.html' title='Rule of 5'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaVuG-OhmfI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q8gFpfo52Nc/s72-c/100_1406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-2040396622224724495</id><published>2009-02-24T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:49:30.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>I'm stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mr. T'dots and I never ever argue about money.  Unlike my previous relationships I was upfront about our money from day 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have worked together since before we got married.  We took his tie-dye hobby &amp;amp; made it into our business 14 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning we sat down &amp;amp; talked about money.  He came from a family that paid cash for everything.  I came from a family that sometimes had a budget.  Dad was self employed and Mom held a steady job.  Mr T'dots had never had a credit card before he married me.  Due to my ex husband's folly I had shitty credit.  (After 20 years he still shows up on my credit report. Thanks Ted.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks to shitty fucked up (sorry Mom if you're reading this) insurance we are one of those Americans that are screwed financially.  If you have Netflix watch Michael Moore's "Sicko".  It sums up our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr T'dots had a stroke in 2006.  He was in ICU for 8 days &amp;amp; then the Neuro wing for another 8. Turned out our insurance wouldn't pay for rehab for a stroke so he had to come home &amp;amp; I was the caregiver.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After insurance paid what they deemed "reasonable charges" we still owe the hospital $68,000. Add to that the dr's who are taking monthly payments of $25 along with new medical bill due to me breaking my ankle summer 2007, my skin cancer costs and Mr T'dots fainting and EMT's saying he was having a heart attack so there's another ambulance ride, ER &amp;amp; hospital costs = I'm stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a huge fund raiser for us after his stroke.  Three different groups got together &amp;amp; had a music festival.  It raised about $8000.  We were able to live off of that for about 3 months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our employees were amazing.  They were willing to work for free to keep the tie-dye business going.  I paid them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends showed up at all the markets we did to help me setup, sell &amp;amp; break down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's nearing the end of the month and it's when I start to get stressed about money.  "Just keep the roof over our head" is my mantra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I'm stressed.  Today I have to have a good day in the store to keep the roof over our head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petticoat anyone??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaQek-0vftI/AAAAAAAAARY/XiuxeFxPhys/s320/100_1398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306399881637625554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Dying petticoats purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaQelBjmzDI/AAAAAAAAARg/0QEmJWC-iHo/s1600-h/100_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaQelBjmzDI/AAAAAAAAARg/0QEmJWC-iHo/s320/100_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306399882371058738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm testing out new dye from our dye supplier.  He sent me 3 different dyes that dye different fabrics.  Since it's rare that I know what a petticoat is made out of I need to combine dyes.  I'm loving the shade of violet in the washer.  I'll find out today if it's the right dye to continue on dying petticoats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-2040396622224724495?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/2040396622224724495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=2040396622224724495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2040396622224724495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2040396622224724495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-stressed.html' title='I&apos;m stressed'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaQek-0vftI/AAAAAAAAARY/XiuxeFxPhys/s72-c/100_1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-4666439162620988595</id><published>2009-02-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:29:06.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mea culpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out my Sister was the 1st to notice my weight loss without being prompted.  Two weeks ago when I went to see her she said something as I was getting out of the car.  I thought she was being a smart ass.  Turns out she was being complemental.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and I talk almost every day.  Sometimes twice a day.  It's just been in the past 10 years that we've gotten close.  She's the oldest and I'm the youngest with 2 siblings inbetween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We joke that even though we have the same biological parents we were raised by different parents.  She had young parents.  I had older parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I came along my parents were relaxed with rules. (There's 7.5 years difference between me &amp;amp; my closest sibling.  She would be unhappy if I told the difference in our ages. I'm closer in age to her daughters than I am to her.) I never had a curfew, was only sent to my room once and was pretty much left alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're very alike in many ways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're both smart asses.  "Quick witted" would be the polite thing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both have a creative streak.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're both problem solvers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both are "take charge" people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we both share the same physical body shape.  Oh and we both enhance our "natural" hair color.  Except mine has purple, red &amp;amp; orange.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She &amp;amp; I talked yesterday about my weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goals?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  10%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Below 200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  185 is what I weighed when I got back from Thailand.  Most of my wardrobe fits me at 185.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ultimate goal?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be 150 on my 50'th birthday.  I had the same goal for my 40th.  To be 140 on my 40th. Ummmm yeah.  Eight years later &amp;amp; I'd still like to be 148.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm sorry that I took your complement as folly.  Thank you for noticing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the views of my hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaLJtqu3rzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XP8Z-Xcbx0k/s1600-h/100_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaLJtqu3rzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XP8Z-Xcbx0k/s320/100_1396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306025097398038322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back view:  Peacock feathers, netting &amp;amp; tied onto top hat band with yarn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaLJtX4jzcI/AAAAAAAAARI/N-6IR7LYkAo/s1600-h/100_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaLJtX4jzcI/AAAAAAAAARI/N-6IR7LYkAo/s320/100_1395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306025092338404802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side view.  I wore my hair in a pony so that all you saw was the netting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Washing dishes at the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaLJtMURaSI/AAAAAAAAARA/-VBh9xKuzwY/s1600-h/100_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaLJtMURaSI/AAAAAAAAARA/-VBh9xKuzwY/s320/100_1393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306025089233414434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-4666439162620988595?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/4666439162620988595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=4666439162620988595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4666439162620988595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4666439162620988595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/mea-culpa-mea-culpa.html' title='Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaLJtqu3rzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XP8Z-Xcbx0k/s72-c/100_1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7420854244449531899</id><published>2009-02-22T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:00:58.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>20 pounds gone!  GONE GONE GONE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;212 212 212 212! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20 pounds!!!!!! Gone!  Lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOMEONE NOTICED without me saying ANYTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how healthy and happy I feel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My normal WI day is sunday.  I stepped on the scale yesterday &amp;amp; stepped off.  "212? Really?" Step back on.  Yup. 212.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it sunk in.  "I've lost 20 pounds. Twenty T W E N T Y pounds!"  I whooped, hollered and danced down the hallway.  Ohhhhhh.  This is so worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next big celebration:  209.  That puts me at 10%.    Oh yeah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing:  when I gained weight &amp;amp; got to 212 I wasn't celebrating.  I was pissed.  Mad. Angry and disappointed at myself for getting to be that size.  Now I'm thrilled to be down to that weight.  Make sense? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to top it off a customer said yesterday "You've lost weight!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not "Have you lost weight?" but a statement of fact.  "You've lost weight."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hugged her for being the first to notice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she said "I need to lose 10 pounds by July."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"10 pounds by July?  Easy peasie."  I say.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was trying on clothes &amp;amp; felt fat.  "Listen Melissa you're at the weight I'd love to be at. I know you feel fat but right now you're my goal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if that made her feel better but it was true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good by fat.  Hellooooo health!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mardi Gras party 2/21/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaGPLCuqRrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yZTaknygPwA/s1600-h/100_1388.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaGPLCuqRrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yZTaknygPwA/s320/100_1388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305679255893067442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sponsored the Reno Blues Society's Mardi Gras party. One more reason for dress up!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a top hat, added netting to the back that hung down past my pony tail and added peacock feathers to fan out along the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leather corset, fishnets, cut off purple jacket, lime green petti pants and green Doc Martens finished off the outfit.  Oh and I added a net bustle to the rear ala Moulin Rouge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. T'dots is wearing his black zoot suit with purple pants, silver glitter shoes and a pink boa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't win the costume contest but it's ok.  We lost to some fantastic costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post close ups of the hat tomorrow.  It's what I was making at 12:12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7420854244449531899?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7420854244449531899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7420854244449531899&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7420854244449531899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7420854244449531899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/20-pounds-gone-gone-gone-gone.html' title='20 pounds gone!  GONE GONE GONE!!!!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaGPLCuqRrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yZTaknygPwA/s72-c/100_1388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6475357530862445484</id><published>2009-02-21T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:50:50.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Take a deeppppp breath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breathe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calmly. Peacefully. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaAejHf-D-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/98lsoOiZoLw/s1600-h/100_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaAejHf-D-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/98lsoOiZoLw/s320/100_1363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305273949699837922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken at a nursery in So Cal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So many things to do today but right now it's time to relax and enjoy the moment.  Breathe.  Sit up straight and place both feet flat under your desk.  Breathe.  Deep fillupthelungs breath. Exhale.  Do it again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Write the word BREATHE on a post-it &amp;amp; put it on your monitor so that you'll remember to breathe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to face the day.  Or evening.  Depends on when you're reading this. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaAei29DGxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JmO3Oyhd6YE/s1600-h/100_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaAei29DGxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JmO3Oyhd6YE/s320/100_1386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305273945258400530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I have to tackle over the next few days at the store.  I scored 24 petticoats while I was in So Cal.  I've started to wash them and they'll need new elastic, mending and some will get dyed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about this drains my energy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the thought of weight loss drains my energy I know it's something that I alone have to tackle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each petticoat will be dealt with one at a time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each bite, meal, ounce and pound will be dealt with one at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to make plans for each meal.  I have to make plans for each petticoat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to make sure I have all the elements on hand for both to be a success.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elastic, thread, washer, dye to make the petticoats presentable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh food not full of preservatives or chemicals to make the food presentable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judging my success with the petticoats by how they sell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judging my success with weight by how I feel/look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing how we can correlate daily activities with the connection to weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch time!  Enjoying mini bell peppers with humus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaAeiiKpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GtcJ1UJlwpA/s1600-h/100_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaAeiiKpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GtcJ1UJlwpA/s320/100_1385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305273939678298306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love love love mini bells.  Costco sells a giant bag that Mr T'dots &amp;amp; I will devour in 2 maybe 3 days.  They're sweet and go great with humus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6475357530862445484?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6475357530862445484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6475357530862445484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6475357530862445484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6475357530862445484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-deeppppp-breath.html' title='Take a deeppppp breath!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SaAejHf-D-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/98lsoOiZoLw/s72-c/100_1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-2263128527610873962</id><published>2009-02-20T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:14:43.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I feel today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many things to get done &amp;amp; so many ways to look at my tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ7jt3gopNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8E6Tjb-Uwds/s1600-h/100_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ7jt3gopNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8E6Tjb-Uwds/s320/100_1362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304927788223472850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have 1001+ things to do at the store.  I start a project but then get distracted by another. Owner ADhD.  Ooooo! Shiney Things!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing that's distracting me is the weather.  It's a warm &amp;amp; beautiful 50 today in Reno. We turned off the heater &amp;amp; left the door open for the dog at the house.  People are riding bikes and the skate park is full.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're suppose to have another big storm hit us this weekend.  So I'll grab the warmth when I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also basking in the glow of losing 19 pounds.  I'm wearing a sweater today that was wayyy too tight over the holidays.  I had "bra smile" pretty bad.  Today it fits!  No bra smile for this gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I've missed is feeling "cute".  I'm not a "cute" kind of gal.  But today I do feel cute.  When one weighs 214 one doesn't think of cute as a description.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried on my "fat" jeans last night.  I'm still about 20 pounds too fat for my fat jeans.  But I'm figuring at this rate I should fit in them by mid May.  Clothes are slowly coming back into rotation.   Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying my salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ7jttiZVUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EEerbDGS5Mk/s1600-h/100_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ7jttiZVUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EEerbDGS5Mk/s320/100_1384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304927785546503490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece told me that I needed to start taking pictures of myself &amp;amp; not of what is in front of me. Since I have lunch around 12-1 most of these will be me with food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-2263128527610873962?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/2263128527610873962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=2263128527610873962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2263128527610873962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2263128527610873962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ7jt3gopNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8E6Tjb-Uwds/s72-c/100_1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-4878057206446736031</id><published>2009-02-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:44:15.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>I'm HOME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm home I'm home I'm home!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh Home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep in my own bed (not that the 20+ year old hide-a-bed wasn't comfortable with it's 2 layers of egg crates), snuggle with my hubby, snuggle with my dog.... ahhhh home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Scale this morning said 214!!!! That's down 19 pounds!  Goal #1 was 10% and I'm just 4 pounds away.  I was diligent in all my food choices.  That's not to say I wasn't tempted.  Oh hell ya I was tempted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving to and from was 9 hours down, 10 hours back home. (Extra hour: driving thru Los Angeles during rush hour.)  It was very very tempting to fall into old habits of getting snacks each time I bought gas.  Easy pull off the hwy to stop for fast food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than stop at fast food places for bathroom breaks I stopped at rest stops so I could mix my drinks and eat the food that wasn't finger food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving down I listened to a David Sadaris  book "Dress Your Family in Corduroy Pants".  I finished it as I pulled into LA and then switched over to my favorite NPR station KPCC.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving home I listened to "Lovely Bones" and still have 5 disks to listen to.  Really good good book.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I normally get 5 or 6 books on cd for my drives from the library.  I judge the books by their covers and by what's written on the jacket.  (Tell me something book publishers.  Why oh why do I have to know what other's think about the book?  Why did you switch from synopsis of the books to quotes from people about the book?)  My other rule is to only get unabridged readings.  I feel like I'm being cheated and so is the author by abridging/censoring their words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside of 2 meals I made everything while at my Mom's.  Not a problem.  She enjoyed the food and I enjoyed all the cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out Mom's neighbor's son is a chef for Bobby Flay!  The son works in Vegas at Bobby Flays Mesa Grill (I think that's the name.).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom had decided that I'm "gourmet" because I brought my own chef's knife &amp;amp; cutting board. Plus I use more than just salt &amp;amp; pepper when cooking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I went to a farmer's market!  Here in Reno our farmer's markets are only during the summer to early fall.  To go to one in February was a treat.  Freshly picked organic produce!  I am jealous of everyone who can take advantage of fresh locally grown produce in the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Mom's health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom is doing fantastic.  (Thanks for asking.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had originally planned on staying until she got her stitches out but came home in between storms.  Outside of driving she's pretty independent and has made arrangements for someone to take her to get her stitches out.  She'll be back to driving soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; **********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos:  Not 12:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double rainbow over my Sister's garage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2Yzcj2j0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-s4SkUn2Wfw/s1600-h/100_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2Yzcj2j0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-s4SkUn2Wfw/s320/100_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304563945719631682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tulips in bloom on my Mom's table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2YnbMkkGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/e37E1WUFaV0/s1600-h/100_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2YnbMkkGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/e37E1WUFaV0/s320/100_1369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304563739195117666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving down to OC via the Grapevine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2YnOrx6DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GSYeIFZfyr8/s1600-h/100_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2YnOrx6DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GSYeIFZfyr8/s320/100_1358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304563735836354610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving over Donner Pass (Yes.  That Donner Pass)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2Ym1_jm-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/3buoFrtuM98/s1600-h/100_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2Ym1_jm-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/3buoFrtuM98/s320/100_1350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304563729208417250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 on the drive down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2YmbyL1BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/33ShkmZ_hlw/s1600-h/100_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2YmbyL1BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/33ShkmZ_hlw/s320/100_1356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304563722173010962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No recipes today.  Give me a few days to catch up with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-4878057206446736031?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/4878057206446736031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=4878057206446736031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4878057206446736031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4878057206446736031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m HOME!!!!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SZ2Yzcj2j0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-s4SkUn2Wfw/s72-c/100_1360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3231019315090072948</id><published>2009-02-12T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:40:41.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>It never rains in Southern California</title><content type='html'>But when it does rain it pours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost: If you've DVR'd this skip to #2.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my questions from last night: Is Jack/Clair's dad Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;How does Charlotte know Korean?&lt;br /&gt;I still don't trust Ben.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the look on Sawyer's face when he saw Jin.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for Daniel Faraday.&lt;br /&gt;Miles "Don't look at me. I don't speak Korean. I'm from Encino!" Ummmm Miles. No you're the Dahrma guy's kid. You're from the Island.&lt;br /&gt;Will Locke come back to life once he's brought back to the island?&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Update on my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calling her Elizabeth Taylor yesterday &amp;amp; giving her a 2nd pain pill (it's ok. The bottle said take 1-2 every 6 hours) she's doing great. Tomorrow we go to the dr and have her cast removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain pills really knock her out and she is sleeping hours on end. Today she's trying it without the pain pills because she's so afraid of becoming Elizabeth Taylor. Seriously Mom it's not going to happen. Honestly I think she's missing her 1 glass of wine with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm getting stuff done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister called me a "jewelry designer" last night. In all the years I've been doing bead work I've never ever thought of myself as a "designer". I just thought of myself as a beader. Funny but I guess she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my biggest fan &amp;amp; wears my stuff all the time. She said that she tells people that I'm a jewelry designer and that it's one of my pieces. Huh. Well whatcha think of that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting beading done &amp;amp; I'm planning on switching to sewing over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Let's talk about plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go here there are woman that have really destroyed their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Trader Joe's there was a woman in line next to me. Her face was pulled tighter than Van Gogh's canvas. Hello botox! Hello silicone lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly what's the first step to having something done? There's no way her ID looks like her. Meow catty? Sure. But outside of having my underarm flags removed, my boob's lifted and my fatty apron removed there's no way I'd have something done to my face. (This from the 48 year old who got carded last fall thank-you-very-much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image, Image, Image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe I grew up in this area. I wonder how my outlook would be if I still lived in La La Land.&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;5. Funny thing I saw today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot at Trader Joes was a van with the sign "The Meadows-A VINTAGE Senior living center".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Senior? What the hell does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Food &amp;amp; Diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so on plan it's crazy. I'm cooking every meal. Loving it and so is Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been reading my Dr. Linda Page book off &amp;amp; on today. She is also of the "if it can hurt you you can be healed by food" mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning she has an orange before having anything else. She eats whole grains, lots of veggies and is incredibly healthy. Yes she has her "treats". Her latest is the microwaveable hotdogs that are 2 to a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I figure she's 85 and only takes BP meds. She must know what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures until I get home. DSL still isn't installed. And dial up is just tooooooo frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your life until we check in again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-3231019315090072948?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/3231019315090072948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=3231019315090072948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3231019315090072948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/3231019315090072948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-never-rains-in-southern-california.html' title='It never rains in Southern California'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-996833585387400806</id><published>2009-02-10T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:59:19.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Checking in from So. Cal</title><content type='html'>I'm here. In the same area that "Real Housewives of OC" is filmed.  Well kind of in the same area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my Mom's for the next 10 days or so.  She had her surgery this morning &amp;amp; came home right after.  Carpal tunnel and another type of tunnel thing in her elbow.  After 30 years of doing pottery she's lost the feeling in complete hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's an amazing woman.  At 85 she's surprised her dr's by saying "Yes.  Blood pressure medication is the only thing I take."  I have an wonderful roll model in my Mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the place she lives.  It's a retirement village.  The Village at Laguna Woods.  Used to be called Leisure World.  Yes.  Leisure World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an incorporated city with a population of 40,000+.  All the business's cater in this area cater to the seniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard conversation today while waiting to get Mom's pain pill prescription: &lt;br /&gt;"I'm so constipated!  I take 3 stool softeners every day." says the customer&lt;br /&gt;"Do you strain?" Pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;"I have back pain."&lt;br /&gt;P: "Do you strain?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "I have some pain."&lt;br /&gt;P: "When you try to go do you strain?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Go where?  Why would I go anywhere with a strain?"&lt;br /&gt;This went on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Mom's friends are in their 80's.  A couple are in their 90's.  These women are truly truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;If you'll notice there's no pictures.  Not due to lack of pictures but due to we're still on dial up until tomorrow.  Tomorrow Mom's computer takes the big leap into DSL world!  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;My food is so on that I felt guilty this morning after putting apple butter on my Mom's toast I absent mindedly licked my finger.  Suddenly I tasted sweet &amp;amp; realized what I'd done.  For the rest of the day I became very aware of what I was doing each time I made something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New goal:  Don't lick my fingers.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jeans are very loose &amp;amp; I'm feeling "thin". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told Mom that I'd be cooking all the meals while I was here.  "No problem."  I did eat breakfast out yesterday morning but it was the same thing I have at home:  brown rice, scrambled eggs with nutritional yeast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the 60's Mom was a disciple of Adele Davis. She made yoghurt, whole grain breads and we had an organic garden wayyyy before it became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in So Cal may I recommend Mother's Market?  Love love love this store.  Very healthy, very reasonable and the restaurant is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has a lemon tree &amp;amp; the lemon's are ready!  I love being able to go out &amp;amp; pick fresh lemons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's recipe:  Mustard chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;Top with&lt;br /&gt;Mustard powder&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Oregano&lt;br /&gt;Fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub on &amp;amp; then roast 350 until done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served it with brown &amp;amp; wild rice,  sauteed green beans &amp;amp; red bell peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-996833585387400806?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/996833585387400806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=996833585387400806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/996833585387400806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/996833585387400806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/checking-in-from-so-cal.html' title='Checking in from So. Cal'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8147063110559951608</id><published>2009-02-06T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:01:12.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Today I feel content</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I feel rushed.  I feel content but rushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get everything done for my big road trip tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxdCxNkytI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DeOJJfLrsrk/s1600-h/1175613399z4N9YZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxdCxNkytI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DeOJJfLrsrk/s320/1175613399z4N9YZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299713163659627218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are things to get done at the store:&lt;div&gt;1.  Pack up pottery for artist in Laguna.  She wants it back for a show &amp;amp; it's not really selling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Pack up all my jewelry.  My Sister is my biggest fan &amp;amp; she wears my stuff all the time.  Turns out her coworkers may be interested in buying a piece or 2.  Yeah!  Can you say "trip is now a write off?"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Pack clothes which means laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Double up on supplements.  Shopping tonight.  Arggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Load van with sewing machine, fabric &amp;amp; patterns.  Goal:  10 vests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Gas up car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Figure out food to eat on road.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Figure out which small appliances I can take &amp;amp; let Mr. T'dots still have things around to help him with his daily food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel rushed but it's going to be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure I can blog at my Sisters but we'll see about AOL &amp;amp; Moms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight goal while I'm gone:  I'd love to come back &amp;amp; be under 215.  Scale this morning said 217. Totally do-able.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be nice to each other while I'm gone.  Play fair &amp;amp; say "Please" and "Thank you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changing the mannequins to Valentines meets Mardi Gras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxa5rdZz4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4RVr1hEFWZ0/s1600-h/100_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxa5rdZz4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4RVr1hEFWZ0/s320/100_1340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299710808473325442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the reflection of the sky in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Storm's coming in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxa5fnsjKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Kouc5dQu4dA/s1600-h/100_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxa5fnsjKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Kouc5dQu4dA/s320/100_1342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299710805295271074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxa5GN9YdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FY1lBO29nYg/s1600-h/100_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxa5GN9YdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FY1lBO29nYg/s320/100_1345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299710798476435922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is from later in the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. T'dots  hung these from the ceiling above the mannequins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8147063110559951608?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8147063110559951608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8147063110559951608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8147063110559951608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8147063110559951608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-feel-content.html' title='Today I feel content'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYxdCxNkytI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DeOJJfLrsrk/s72-c/1175613399z4N9YZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-2338942939049409652</id><published>2009-02-05T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:01:41.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>I knew it I knew it I KNEW IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've dvr'd Lost STOP READING RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.  Stop reading.  Spoiler alert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYsWhYn6mhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JRUShDWuszM/s1600-h/lost4-jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYsWhYn6mhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JRUShDWuszM/s320/lost4-jin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299354149332883986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been saying  since the boat blew up that Jin was alive.  I knew it. I knew it.  &lt;div&gt;And right now I don't trust Sun.  Or Ben. But I've never trusted Ben.  Even when we first met him &amp;amp; he said he had parachuted into the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece Lisa's theory:  Miles is the Dharma film guy's kid.  I'm thinking she's right. Miles did get the bloody nose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE this show!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.  Last night's fire spinning class was a blast.  Since I'm going to miss the next 2-3 classes I had one of the teachers show me the basic's of 3 new moves.  I figure if I learn 1 new move a week I'll have about 30 moves when Burning Man comes around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  I'm leaving early sat to drive to Orange County.  Mom is having surgery on Tuesday and I've offered to stay while she recuperates.  She has carpel tunnel except it's also in her elbow.  She'll be in a brace and we have no clue what her mobility will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's 100% on board with my food.  "You're going to cook all the meals?  FANTASTIC!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bad news:  AOL dial up.  Need I say more?  But in her defense she is open to me finding other deals on DSL or cable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm taking with me sewing projects and beading projects.  I'll have plenty of uninterrupted time to finish projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  Anti-candida:  The program is going great.  But this week brought on two issues that had disappeared for a month.  My kidneys have been inflames since Monday &amp;amp; Mr. T'dots dandruff is back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His dandruff had disappeared about 3 days into the program.  He's had a rash on his forehead since last fall that had also disappeared.  Not only is that back but it's back with a vengeance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday we had decided to up our grapefruit seed extract from once a day to twice a day. Within 24 hours everything started acting up.  It's the only thing we've changed so we've eliminated the 2nd serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To help my kidney's I'm cutting back on protein and adding nettle tea as a cleanser.  More fresh veggies will also help.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm.  Making lunch in my little rice cooker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYsWLYzJtzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/foPJsekgQwc/s1600-h/100_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYsWLYzJtzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/foPJsekgQwc/s320/100_1338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299353771422889778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This has to be one of the best inventions!  I use this every single day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boil water for tea:  check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Warm up veggies for lunch:  check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cook a frozen chicken breast:  check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes it's sitting on a microwave but I have never EVER felt comfortable using a microwave.  Just something about it has given me the oogies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Side note:  See the chef's knife?  We call it our "OJ Simpson" knife.  The tip is broken off &amp;amp; we found the knife in our front yard the same time as the murders.  I doubt that OJ would make arrangements for the murder weapon to leave Brentwood &amp;amp; end up in Reno.  But you never know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-2338942939049409652?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/2338942939049409652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=2338942939049409652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2338942939049409652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/2338942939049409652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-knew-it-i-knew-it-i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it I knew it I KNEW IT!!!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYsWhYn6mhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JRUShDWuszM/s72-c/lost4-jin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-1058420430695651839</id><published>2009-02-04T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:59:52.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Body image follow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First off I want to thank everyone for the comments &amp;amp; phone calls yesterday.  It really made me feel good about who &amp;amp; what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a chance with the same customer yesterday morning.  I had been vacuuming in the back stock room &amp;amp; didn't hear the door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came out to find him standing with a friend of his.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is Mimi.  This is Marie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi Marie. My name's Lauren."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In no way did I want to make him feel bad.  He's a fun natured guy and I know that it wasn't said in spite.  I put it into the same category as the time when Mr. T'dots said to a friend after she had gotten a drastic hair cut "It makes you look like a soccer Mom."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the words she wanted to hear but the best way he could think of to complement her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're not wearing your crazy clothes."  I was wearing jeans, long sleeve tie-dye t-shirt and my hair pulled back into a pony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't dress like that every day.  This is who I am. I have to tell you that I really don't consider myself to be flamboyant.  I think of myself as 'free spirited'. I'm not Mimi.  Her character was mean, spiteful and played practical jokes to harm.  I understand that you didn't call me Mimi in spite.  But I'd prefer if you'd call me Lauren."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He apologized.  I apologized for making him feel guilty.  I believe we cleared the air.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Mimi.  Lauren's here to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molly and her new friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnFoXkFR_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/goOT5dAq4oI/s1600-h/100_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnFoXkFR_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/goOT5dAq4oI/s320/100_1331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298983733888894962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very very bored dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnFoFE3fVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CUam3Bz6-aY/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnFoFE3fVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CUam3Bz6-aY/s320/100_1335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298983728926129490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you click on the photo you can get a better look at part of the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is Molly at the store?  Monday afternoon one of our neighbors drove by the store to tell us that Molly had CHEWED her way thru the gate.  She was in the front yard.  He put her back in the yard and put a few things in front of the gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. T'dots went home and found her in the front yard.  Sure enough she had chewed thru the wooden gate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We normally dog sit mon-fri but the owner has been sick so no Enzo.  She &amp;amp; Enzo play for hours on end. I guess separation anxiety?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. T'dots fixed the gate &amp;amp; then inspected the fence to make sure there weren't anymore escape routes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought her to the store in the afternoon to hang.  She loves being there but gets bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night's dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salmon loaf &amp;amp; roasted veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnFn6075HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rA5oBieQUxw/s1600-h/100_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnFn6075HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rA5oBieQUxw/s320/100_1337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298983726174954610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salmon loaf is one of my Mom's recipes.  I loved it as a kid &amp;amp; love it even more as an adult. Comfort food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pre-heat oven 350&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a small baking dish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Open 1 can of salmon &amp;amp; pour into dish.  Separate out bones &amp;amp; skin.  (I usually put the skin into Molly's food &amp;amp; the bones back into the can.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 green onion cut up fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 piece of celery cut up fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hint of cayenne pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1-2 TBS brown rice flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Crack 1 egg over mixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now get your hands messy &amp;amp; mix all together.  Form into giant patty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bake 35-40 mins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. T'dots modeling a Mardi Gras head dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnForC6ZQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0eVzpQ9yvI8/s1600-h/100_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnForC6ZQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0eVzpQ9yvI8/s320/100_1328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298983739118478594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-1058420430695651839?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/1058420430695651839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=1058420430695651839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1058420430695651839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/1058420430695651839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/body-image-follow-up.html' title='Body image follow up'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYnFoXkFR_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/goOT5dAq4oI/s72-c/100_1331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6266216755339580822</id><published>2009-02-03T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:09:48.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Self Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You know who you remind me of?"  asks the customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"No who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"She's a famous tv star."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thinking.... thinking... who do I look like?  In the 80's I was told I looked like Jennilee Harilson the last blonde on "Three's Company".  But she's not around anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thinking... thinking... thinking.... "I give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Mimi from Drew Carry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; he says with a giant grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYhx9JwyTwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8lv0BWzrzRQ/s1600-h/Kathy-Kinney---The-Drew-Carey-Show--C10042871.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYhx9JwyTwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8lv0BWzrzRQ/s320/Kathy-Kinney---The-Drew-Carey-Show--C10042871.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298610257007890178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shit.  "Really?  Mimi was a mean person.  I'm not mean. I think I'm pretty nice."&lt;div&gt;Customer " You are nice! Mimi was very flamboyant.  She wore crazy costumes every day &amp;amp; you are flamboyant."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don't think of myself as being flamboyant.  I think of myself as free spirited. Yes I have blonde hair with purple, gold, orange &amp;amp; red highlights.  Yes I will wear a petticoat when the event calls for it.  But I think of Mimi as being a clown.  I don't think of myself as a clown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wasn't saying this to be mean.  He was saying it from the heart.  He can't remember my name and insists on calling me Mimi.  He insists to me that he loves my energy and both he &amp;amp; his wife really enjoy shopping at my store.  But Mimi?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts to even write about this.  Am I a clown?  Am I a fool in my clothing choices?  And how many others feel this way about me? It's not in me to dress like the rest of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kills me when I see today's generation all dressing exactly the same with no creativity at all. Jeans, t-shirt with some mall store's name on it, the right shoes and big knock-off purse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My self image isn't strong.  I get asked constantly when the baby is due?  "Must be soon!"  I've given up saying "Oh, I'm not pregnant.  I'm just fat."  That makes the person asking feel embarrassed and bad for asking.  Instead I say 2 months from now.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had strangers put their hands on my belly.  "Can I feel it kick?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had children in stores ask if I have a baby in my belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at Disneyland and had a ride attendant tell me that pregnant women weren't recommended for the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't tell me to do crunches.  I do crunches.  Don't tell me that it will go away as I lose weight. Yes it is but even thin it protrudes and the baby question keeps getting asked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I went thru menopause at 42 the chance of a baby in the belly is minute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have trouble buying pants.  A friend suggested that maybe I go ahead &amp;amp; get pregnant jeans. Another friend turned me onto Lane Bryant new "perfect fit" jeans.  At $45 a pair it's just not going to happen. My dream pants?  Levi's 501 straight leg with the waist size left on the back tag.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My realistic pants?  Something with elastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know I'm doing the absolute right thing for myself.  I'm losing weight.  I'm eating "clean". I'm exercising. I'm doing all the right things. Everyday.  All the time.  I know all of that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Mimi?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night's dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYhxnAndyWI/AAAAAAAAANs/Wg43H-f1Ess/s1600-h/100_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYhxnAndyWI/AAAAAAAAANs/Wg43H-f1Ess/s320/100_1326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298609876595755362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moroccan whitefish one skillet recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found this recipe online &amp;amp; tweeked it a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1-3 red potatoes sliced 1/4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 pound whitefish thawed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 bunch fresh cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 med onion sliced 1/4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1-2 sweet bell peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Open crisper &amp;amp; see what other veggies you have.  Slice about 1/4" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a clean jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 c water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 TBS olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 tsp coriander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 tsp turmeric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dash cayenne pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a thick skillet layer potatoes.  Lay fish on top.  Cover with cilantro, onions, peppers &amp;amp; various veggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pour sauce over everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cover &amp;amp; cook on med 30 mins.  Open lid every 10 mins &amp;amp; tilt pan to side &amp;amp; spoon sauce over everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I loved loved loved this meal.  Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYhxm1VFltI/AAAAAAAAANk/BzM1MryKU8g/s1600-h/Kathy-Kinney---The-Drew-Carey-Show--C10042871.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6266216755339580822?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6266216755339580822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6266216755339580822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6266216755339580822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6266216755339580822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-image_03.html' title='Self Image'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYhx9JwyTwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8lv0BWzrzRQ/s72-c/Kathy-Kinney---The-Drew-Carey-Show--C10042871.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7109095725903540064</id><published>2009-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:13:52.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>It's GROUNDHOG day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZS0nOPVI/AAAAAAAAANE/ppZvTKZD5zg/s320/grhog03.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298231297776172370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He saw his shadow.  Six more weeks of winter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Hero Super BOWLing partayyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZUaqypDI/AAAAAAAAANc/iBqcJdnidiI/s1600-h/100_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZUaqypDI/AAAAAAAAANc/iBqcJdnidiI/s320/100_1307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298231325171557426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who am I?  Why I'm SUPER Burner!  Here to make sure you truly enjoy your Burning Man experience.  I have extra goggles, dust masks and the very important EmergenC.  Can't let you get dehydrated.  Bored?  Let me fire spin for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZUDWcbVI/AAAAAAAAANU/tPUKPgJG8AQ/s1600-h/100_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZUDWcbVI/AAAAAAAAANU/tPUKPgJG8AQ/s320/100_1300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298231318912200018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never fear!  TIE DYE GUY is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Able to bring a smile to your face, color to your wardrobe and bowling with an orange colored bowling ball it's TIE-DYE GUY to the rescue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a good turn out.  We laughed and bowled for about 2 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was concerned about food but Mr. T'dots packed some snacks for us.  We ended up sharing with a couple of other players since no one wanted to order greasy food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was easy! (My new mantra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZT2qmLDI/AAAAAAAAANM/wWzYLjTMSvw/s1600-h/100_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZT2qmLDI/AAAAAAAAANM/wWzYLjTMSvw/s320/100_1293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298231315507063858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished cleaning off the dresser!  Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7109095725903540064?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7109095725903540064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7109095725903540064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7109095725903540064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7109095725903540064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-groundhog-day.html' title='It&apos;s GROUNDHOG day!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYcZS0nOPVI/AAAAAAAAANE/ppZvTKZD5zg/s72-c/grhog03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-315846017848237222</id><published>2009-02-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:42:27.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYXCCz0CQ7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/lKcBiHHnV38/s1600-h/100_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:x-large;"&gt;Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size:24px;"&gt;It's February 1st!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYW9jpd11YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fwo4SgBgKbQ/s1600-h/Palau_the_Lesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYW9jpd11YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fwo4SgBgKbQ/s320/Palau_the_Lesson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297848956795344258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Why do cartoon characters seem to have shirts but no pants?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it "No Shirts, No Shoes, No service?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know about the tradition of saying "Rabbit rabbit rabbit" on the first day of the month?It's suppose to bring you good luck for the rest of the month.  My friend Maddy has said that it's ok to talk to your animals first and then say it.  Love that Maddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:x-large;"&gt;Scale check in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:24px;"&gt;219!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:24px;"&gt;Down 13 pounds since Jan 5th!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WUUUUUUHUUUUUU!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This puts me below wedding weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This puts me below Jan 1, 2008 weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this puts me only 20 pounds until that beautiful place we call ONEderland! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In yesterday's blog I talked about wanting to binge &amp;amp; my two challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The desire to binge is gone. I don't know if it was blogging about it or talking with my friend Michelle about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You just have to keep on keeping on."  Said Michelle yesterday.  She's so fantastic about helping me stay motivated.  She brought me a clave sounding percussion instrument to the store.  "It's for you to play with when you're dancing around the store."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that Michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Ok.  Tell me about your diet and what you're doing and why you're doing it."  says my French friend last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. T'dots  &amp;amp; I explain the anti-candida diet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"No wine" I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"No problem.  I wasn't planning on wine tonight since I had lots of wine last night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"No chocolate" I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"No problem.  But can I still eat it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Of course!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. T'dots made scallops with pesto, sauteed veggies &amp;amp; brown rice pasta for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I thought it would be bland, boring food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nope.  Not for the T'dots family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. T'dots is right!  This is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 saturday:  Forgot the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is from yesterday morning in our back yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYW9j2uhStI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6WqzFT6JTU0/s1600-h/100_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYW9j2uhStI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6WqzFT6JTU0/s320/100_1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297848960354962130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have many many pieces of yard art.  I love how the frost outlines everything &amp;amp; the morning sun hits it so that it looks like it's got crystals all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYXCCz0CQ7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/lKcBiHHnV38/s1600-h/100_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYXCCz0CQ7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/lKcBiHHnV38/s320/100_1289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297853890195243954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tulip with our compost pile behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Click on the pictures so you can see the close up of the furry ice crystals.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-315846017848237222?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/315846017848237222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=315846017848237222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/315846017848237222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/315846017848237222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/02/rabbit-rabbit-rabbit.html' title='Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYW9jpd11YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fwo4SgBgKbQ/s72-c/Palau_the_Lesson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8133807934560099726</id><published>2009-01-31T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:12:37.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>I want to BINGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really really really want to binge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYRyTuGKCzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lSrfDgls8gw/s1600-h/EMPOWERED_4__s_binge_y_Spooky_by_AdamWarren.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYRyTuGKCzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lSrfDgls8gw/s320/EMPOWERED_4__s_binge_y_Spooky_by_AdamWarren.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297484744811481906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously.  Binge on all things bad.  I've tried to binge on all things good but this is how sick my brain is.  I'm not getting that lethargic, bloated, "why oh why did I do this" feeling.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My meals are tasty, fantastic and I feel so full of energy.  I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who've not had this desire to just eat everything in sight (I call it  "Hoover mode".  You vacuum up everything.) you won't understand.  I don't need the "this will pass" lecture.  I know it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But you're doing everything right."  Yes.  I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're accomplishing so much!"  Yes.  I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're healing your body!"  Yes.  I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still want to eat bad things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go thru a drive-thru &amp;amp; eat tasteless food.  Then go to a 2nd one &amp;amp; eat even more. Find all of Mr T'dot's chocolate stashes and eat all of that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won't do it.  I can't do it.  Doing it will start the death process all over again.  Slowly killing myself with food.  Slowly putting the weight back on, eating all my allergy food and not loving my self the way I should.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everything I'm suppose to do.  And I will continue to do the things I'm suppose to do.  Just right this moment I....WANT....TO..... BINGE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's two challenges this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1.  Our french friend is staying the weekend.  She's coming today.  She stays with us about once or twice a month.  She's a very close and wonderful friend.  But she doesn't understand my issues with food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if it's a french thing or if it's just her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You want to lose weight?  Quit eating!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She always brings an amazing dessert and a great bottle of wine.  "Just a little bit won't hurt you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like most of my friends &amp;amp; family she doesn't know if I'm on the food wagon or off.  She's dealt with both.  She's seen me be on the wagon &amp;amp; cheat.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr T'dots said to me "I'm so not interested in bread or wine.  This is easy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow.  This is easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2.  Super Hero Super BOWLing party tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're dressing up in Super Hero costumes (I have no clue what I'm wearing.  I just know I'll be making a cape today.) and going bowling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a huge group of us and I know food and drink will be there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll grab Mr T'dot's philosophy of "This is easy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYRxDkDW2XI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7Mkffrt61vA/s1600-h/100_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYRxDkDW2XI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7Mkffrt61vA/s320/100_1286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297483367725848946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mirror on outside of dressing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYRxDZ_dv4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/hiTpK3AtKBM/s1600-h/100_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYRxDZ_dv4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/hiTpK3AtKBM/s320/100_1285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297483365025169282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had been marking down hats &amp;amp; thought that wouldn't be all that interesting.  I had just put away the last hat when the alarm went off.  I loved the little top hat I was wearing so I thought I'd take a picture of my top hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mirror has an amazing mosaic around it done by an artist out of Vancouver, WA.  It's hard to see it because of the reflection of the stuff around the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8133807934560099726?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8133807934560099726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8133807934560099726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8133807934560099726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8133807934560099726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-binge.html' title='I want to BINGE'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYRyTuGKCzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lSrfDgls8gw/s72-c/EMPOWERED_4__s_binge_y_Spooky_by_AdamWarren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-7197134660961626836</id><published>2009-01-30T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:56:59.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>A relaxed day off &amp; more body issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thursdays are my day off.  I decided to actually have a day off.  No leaving the house, no going into the store to work on a project, just staying in my pj's &amp;amp; no bra until 10 minutes before Mr. T'dots comes home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Christmas I gave Mr. T'dots a membership to &lt;a href="http://www.houseseats.com/"&gt;Houseseats&lt;/a&gt;.  $80 for a 14 month membership &amp;amp; we get to see concerts, plays and casino shows for "free".  Last night we had tickets to see Toxic Audio an acappella group.  The show was amazing!  I left with my cheeks in pain from laughing and smiling so much.  Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gW3hmX-WtrA"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More on the body image issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I asked Mr T'dots if he had body image issues.  "Not really."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course not.  Do men have body image issues?  How do they get off so easy??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I pressed the question harder.  "You sure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Yup.  Well, I'll be happy when I lose my man boobs. But that's about it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously that's it.  Meanwhile here I am focusing on my arms (which used to not be an issue for me until after one of my students wrote on a comment card "The fat above your elbows distract me.  Please start wearing long sleeve or 3/4 sleeve shirts." Here I am teaching you how to cook for your allergies and my upper arm fat distracts you? Bitch.), my "apron" (what I call my belly that hangs over),  my chin &amp;amp; neck hairs and my ears. (Ok here's the deal about my ear issue.  I noticed when I was a kid that old men have HUGE ears.  Then one day I noticed that many old women have HUGE ears.  There is absolutely NOTHING I can do about the size of my ears. And since so many people wear gauges their ears are going to be SUPER HUGE when they get old. My 85 year old Mom has normal ears.  But my 93 year old Uncle [my Dad's bro] has huge ears. My issue.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's strange but issues that my friends worry about (cellulite, saggy skin, sagging back) doesn't bother me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The circles under my eyes have slowly been disappearing since I started this cleanse.  I guess that was an issue for me, too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like I have learned to embrace and appreciate the food I CAN eat I have to embrace and appreciate the body I have.  And list the things I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  My hair.  Love my hair.  Always have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  My eye color.  Lovely shade of green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  My feet.  They're big and I have short toes with very tiny toe nails.  I used to paint my skin around the toe-nail to make my toe nails look bigger.  I think they're cute.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  My legs.  I've got great legs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now  I want you to comment with 5 things you like about your body.  Embrace those 5 things and ignore the problem areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday's Lunch at home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYMiuzNGpxI/AAAAAAAAAME/GznQl5JJYns/s320/100_1282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115774132332306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYMivTyx8AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3eMYy5Ilp9k/s1600-h/100_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYMivTyx8AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3eMYy5Ilp9k/s320/100_1283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115782880292866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turkey patty with sauteed veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I picked up a package of turkey burgers at Costco.  Normally I don't do pre-pared pre-packaged food but reading the ingredients (100% turkey) I decided to grab a bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a hot skillet I put the patty.  Seared for a min or 2 on each side &amp;amp; then spiced with salt, fresh ground pepper, bit of cayenne pepper, celery salt and dill.  Did seasoning on each side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut up onion, bell peppers and I grabbed broccoli for some extra greenage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the same pan as the turkey patty pour a little oil &amp;amp; saute the veggies until onions &amp;amp; peppers are clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turkey has very little fat.  That's why I added the extra oil to saute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYMiujR4S0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/p1FFqSQr6H0/s1600-h/100_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYMiujR4S0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/p1FFqSQr6H0/s320/100_1281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115769857395522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing canasta on pogo.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-7197134660961626836?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/7197134660961626836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=7197134660961626836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7197134660961626836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/7197134660961626836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/relaxed-day-off-more-body-issues.html' title='A relaxed day off &amp; more body issues'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYMiuzNGpxI/AAAAAAAAAME/GznQl5JJYns/s72-c/100_1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6574921491862884007</id><published>2009-01-29T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:01:14.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Zumba Zumba ZuuuuummmmBAHHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE Zumba!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYHZyL6SuzI/AAAAAAAAALo/cpDwCiueX_I/s1600-h/i080311zits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYHZyL6SuzI/AAAAAAAAALo/cpDwCiueX_I/s320/i080311zits.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296754092978387762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Click on the cartoon to read it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Last night's class was amazing.  I was able to keep up thru the first 1.5 songs.  John (the instructor) came in &amp;amp; stripped down to a fishnet sleeveless shirt &amp;amp; leopard print fur pants.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He put on the music &amp;amp; yelled "Follow me &amp;amp; have fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I must find a weekly class!  I must ZUMBA!!!! I MUST ZUMBA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Class lasted about 45 mins.  I kept stepping in &amp;amp; stepping out.  Most did the same.  I think I started sweating about 2 minutes into the 1st song.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I shimmied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I shook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I growled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I yelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I became a lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I posed honor to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I ZOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMBAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH'ed!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Any class that encourages dressing up with leopard print fur pants.... well... I'm there!  ZUMBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Body Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think most of us who struggle with our weight think that once we get to our goal that we won't have body image issues.  It's as if we think goal = the answer to all of life's problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned in my 20's that thin people can be just as messed up as fat people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never thought about their body issues.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I asked one of my friends who is thin, fit and beautiful if she had body image issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you kidding me?  Hell yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Give me an example."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her:  "First off my skin is sagging.  I am getting 'old lady' skin on my legs.  I have bags under my eyes that will never go away.  I work out almost every day to tone.   I wear long sleeves even when it's hot because my arms are ugly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Wow.  I'm asking because I think you have a great body, you're fit &amp;amp; beautiful.  I never ever would have thought that about you. Have you ever been overweight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her:  "Yes.  I was about 20 pounds over weight. But I lost it after I separated from my husband. I quit eating, hired a trainer and took out my aggressions in the gym."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you need to know that she's about 5'5" with a very thin frame.  20 pounds overweight is a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today's lesson:  We all have body image issues and chances are they won't go away.  They may just morph into a different issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYHZySv6SzI/AAAAAAAAALw/uo38dh0ZDhQ/s1600-h/100_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYHZySv6SzI/AAAAAAAAALw/uo38dh0ZDhQ/s320/100_1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296754094813891378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning &amp;amp; organizing the fabric in the back stock room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6574921491862884007?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6574921491862884007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6574921491862884007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6574921491862884007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6574921491862884007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/zumba-zumba-zuuuuummmmbahhhhh.html' title='Zumba Zumba ZuuuuummmmBAHHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYHZyL6SuzI/AAAAAAAAALo/cpDwCiueX_I/s72-c/i080311zits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-4664689971438652416</id><published>2009-01-28T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:36:07.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celiac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>I had a nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYB6iL-F5CI/AAAAAAAAALg/U2oQnx2gwVM/s1600-h/mari.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYB6iIvE2-I/AAAAAAAAALY/Bz7LrmBoZzk/s1600-h/cannibal-cupcake-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYB6iIvE2-I/AAAAAAAAALY/Bz7LrmBoZzk/s320/cannibal-cupcake-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296367888666778594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a panic!  I dreamt that I was gorging myself on cup cakes.  I couldn't stop. Everyone around me was telling me to quit but I couldn't.  I ate the creamy top, the filled ones, the plain ones.... I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've had a nightmare.  And I can't recall when I had one regarding food. Man oh man.  I guess that this has entered my subconscious and it's looking out for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not really a big fan of cupcakes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm guessing you are noticing the new look of my blog.  My niece has been blogging for over a year.  Her &lt;a href="http://saraancich.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is so cute that I wanted her to give me some tips.  She's extremely busy and sacrificed part of her 2 hours of alone time to help me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYB6iL-F5CI/AAAAAAAAALg/U2oQnx2gwVM/s320/mari.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296367889535067170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Sara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wednesdays are my long day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to plan both my lunch &amp;amp; my dinner.  Doesn't seem like a big deal but I have to remember to get it going in my store crock pot in time for me to eat by 5;30.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't microwave anything.  I'm fortunate to have enough time to get things cooked the old fashioned way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have fire spinning class tonight &amp;amp; afterwards I'm taking my first &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf0q6qtThF4"&gt;ZUMBA&lt;/a&gt; class.   Oh yeah... this fat chick's got rhythm babeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Millet recipe for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4 c veggie broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 c millet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1-4 garlic cloves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1-2 tsp garam masala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 tsp fresh ground pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Put all in pot &amp;amp; bring to boil.  Then let simmer until done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Open up fridge &amp;amp; look in crisper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pull out veggies &amp;amp; slice/dice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saute in olive oil until onions are clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When millet mixture is done add veggies to millet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here's the hard part.  Let it sit for a day.  You know how some foods taste better the 2nd day?  Well this is one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Form into patties &amp;amp; either bake or pan fry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yummy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recipe update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made falafel's and they turned out fe-awful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They were wayyyy to moist and fell apart in the pan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They tasted ok but I'll need another go at it before I post the recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was talking on the phone to my friend Gemini about the&lt;a href="http://RenoFireArts.ning.com/"&gt; Fire Fest&lt;/a&gt; in July.  I'm the vendor coordinator.  My sister suggested I just take a picture of my phone but it just didn't happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-4664689971438652416?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/4664689971438652416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=4664689971438652416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4664689971438652416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/4664689971438652416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-nightmare.html' title='I had a nightmare'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SYB6iIvE2-I/AAAAAAAAALY/Bz7LrmBoZzk/s72-c/cannibal-cupcake-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8512795314139810898</id><published>2009-01-27T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:44:00.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='millet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Millet!  Not just for the birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1.  I'm eating too fast.  I gobble my food right in.  New habit starting right this minute:  slow down &amp;amp; actually TASTE the food.  Feel the textures in my mouth before swallowing.  Clean out my mouth before taking the next bite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Every time I weigh myself I think of this &lt;a href="http://carlosthelarger.blogspot.com/"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt;.  He does this thing where he taps the scale 3 times before stepping on.  I have a special spot that I move my scale to.  It's in the middle of one of the designs on my bathroom floor.  If it's not balanced exactly in the middle then I feel like I'm not getting the right reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I bounced this morning for 20 mins &amp;amp; then put in dvd #2 that I got for free at the Salvation Army.  Turns out it's part of a set &amp;amp; I need &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/SPRI-ES501R-Resistance-Attachment-Exercise/dp/B0000AJ050/ref=pd_sim_sg_3"&gt;exercise bands&lt;/a&gt; to go with the dvd.  I'll keep my eye open since I'm at various thrift stores every week. (I own a vintage clothing store.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  This is the light fixture in my store.  Every day I just stare at it.  It's 89 hand blown pieces of glass.  No, not a &lt;a href="http://www.chihuly.com/"&gt;Chihuly&lt;/a&gt;.  It's our Chihuly knock-off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX8zSECaypI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3tG9wUr6luk/s1600-h/100_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX8zSECaypI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3tG9wUr6luk/s320/100_1278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296008072225540754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Millet! Millet! Millet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I said earlier this week I am eliminating my dependancy on brown &amp;amp; wild rice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Millet is an amazing grain.  Rather than fill up my blog with millet info you can go &lt;a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;amp;dbid=53"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and read all about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the flavor.  It's sweet and very easy to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basic directions:  1 c millet to 4 c water.  Bring to a boil &amp;amp; let simmer until water is absorbed. (About 30 mins.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This morning I added a handful of almonds to the millet pot.  After cooking I added coconut butter, salt, pepper and nutritional yeast.  I scrambled up 2 eggs but it was more than enough b'fast without the eggs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be prepared for millet recipes the rest of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 pm Monday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green drink &amp;amp; organizing price tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX8zSQJ7H9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/qcXARXja6Bs/s1600-h/100_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX8zSQJ7H9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/qcXARXja6Bs/s320/100_1273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296008075478245330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8512795314139810898?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8512795314139810898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8512795314139810898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8512795314139810898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8512795314139810898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/millet-not-just-for-birds.html' title='Millet!  Not just for the birds'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX8zSECaypI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3tG9wUr6luk/s72-c/100_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-6011000218254412613</id><published>2009-01-26T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:43:41.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Yes, we get SNOW in Reno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reno averages 8" of precipitation a year. Most of that is snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we're adding to that average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX3iqiB8_kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FQLuWRpFglE/s1600-h/100_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX3iqiB8_kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FQLuWRpFglE/s320/100_1132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295637957174951490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birdbath in our back yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;Today's quote from &lt;a href="http://www.gratefulness.org/"&gt;gratefulness.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;From experience we know that whenever we are truly awake and alive, we are also truly grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;David Steindl-Rast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b  style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- line-height: 1.2em; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;i  style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- line-height: 1.2em; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This morning I am grateful that I don't have to be to the store until 10.  I don't know how I'd manage my mornings if I had to be at a "normal" 8-5 job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I start my day around 6:30.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get up, do morning drink, pull out rebounder, jump 20-30 mins.  Today I added the Power Yoga video for 20 mins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plan 3 meals.  Figure out what's for dinner &amp;amp; research recipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This morning:  boil chickpeas that soaked all night.  Make hummus &amp;amp; falafel's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Upload pic's &amp;amp; do blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Steve makes b'fast most of the time.  Today it's roasted red potatoes, veggies and scrambled eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Realize that it's 9:45 and be grateful that the hour sign on the door says "Open 10-ish to 6-ish".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do you guys do it that have to be at work ON TIME at 8 in the morning?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seared Ahi tuna with roasted veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX3iqQG7TKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ctvSXnnCuAY/s1600-h/100_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX3iqQG7TKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ctvSXnnCuAY/s320/100_1272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295637952363973794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday night's dinner  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a small food processor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp black pepper corns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 TBS mustard powder (make sure it's 100% mustard with no corn starch or other ingredients)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 hot thai chili diced with seeds and membrane removed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 TBS olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juice of 1/4-1/2 lemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Process away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coat 1 side of ahi with mixture &amp;amp; put mixture side down on HOT skillet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coat other side of ahi with mixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sear about 1-2 mins on each side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this had been in the freezer I let it cook all the way thru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very very tasty!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-6011000218254412613?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/6011000218254412613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=6011000218254412613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6011000218254412613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/6011000218254412613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-get-snow-in-reno.html' title='Yes, we get SNOW in Reno.'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SX3iqiB8_kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FQLuWRpFglE/s72-c/100_1132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-8987584056394446817</id><published>2009-01-25T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:55:55.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Sunday Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's SNOWING in Reno and this is what I really want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaP6s2-0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cmWuwN-ohLU/s1600-h/100_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaP6s2-0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cmWuwN-ohLU/s320/100_1265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295347228871162690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Molly has the right idea.  Take a nap.  Don't get anything done on a day off.  Yeah well, she's a dog and what does she know??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off: WI DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down 1 pound for a 3 week total of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pounds gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WUUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scale said 221 this morning.  I was hoping for 219 but I'll take that next sunday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm trying to have a day without brown rice.  It's such a "crutch" food for me.  I don't want to develop an allergy to rice.  That would make me very very sad.  But again I'd move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also talked with Steve this morning about not having a starch with dinner; just a protein and veggies.  He's game. (god I love my man!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Steve he is just about 100% over his cold/flu/detox sickness.  We did an infra red sauna on Friday night and I think it pretty much got it out of his system.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This week's new habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.  Two days without brown rice.  Possibly 3.  I will  start incorporating buckwheat &amp;amp; millet into our diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  I was at a thrift store &amp;amp; they were giving away dvd's.  I found &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/THE-WORKOUT-LESS-PRECISION-BODY-SCULPTING_W0QQitemZ290258404634QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Introduction-Power-Yoga-Beginners-Zone/dp/B00004WL4G"&gt;this one.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will alternate doing those in the morning 5x.   I'll do this along with 30 mins on the rebounder and 15-30 mins practicing fire spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Finish cleaning out dresser.  All that's left is my jewelry &amp;amp; accessory drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;12:12 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 Friday: selling masks to a customer.  He owns an ice cream shop &amp;amp; wanted something for the kid that holds the arrow sign directing people to his restaurant to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaQf8CXaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/koUVv8avzb8/s1600-h/100_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaQf8CXaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/koUVv8avzb8/s320/100_1257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295347238866935202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 saturday:  practicing spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaPxmQg9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BZv5W6JNQeE/s1600-h/100_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaPxmQg9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BZv5W6JNQeE/s320/100_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295347226427556818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:12 today:  Cleaning the bedroom.  The bed is covered with stuff I'm purging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaQjpL_5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YkX4AAWbhj0/s1600-h/100_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaQjpL_5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YkX4AAWbhj0/s320/100_1271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295347239861616530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in such denial about my body.  I think I'm thinner than I really am.  Seeing this photo and my HUGE arm makes me realize how much work I really need to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to get back to the bedroom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we say in tie-dye world "Have a colorful day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238248196706578351-8987584056394446817?l=twinkelydots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/feeds/8987584056394446817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238248196706578351&amp;postID=8987584056394446817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8987584056394446817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238248196706578351/posts/default/8987584056394446817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkelydots.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday Sunday'/><author><name>twinkelydots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210818733929731318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/Sz63vkgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_kL1UJcLAZI/S220/lauren_freakersball.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXzaP6s2-0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cmWuwN-ohLU/s72-c/100_1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238248196706578351.post-3509798946005948010</id><published>2009-01-24T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:50:34.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gliadin allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-candida diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burningman'/><title type='text'>Let's talk about food allergies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXshAO0SPxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oZ6UIWmMFcU/s1600-h/go.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTgDWOBD15E/SXshAO0SPxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oZ6UIWmMFcU/s320/go.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294862074765262610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized that I really haven't talked about my food allergies and what I've gone thru in the past 8 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll start with the beginning when I was first diagnosed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sat on the couch and cried.  I mean cried hard.  Balled my eyes out.  For about two weeks I cried.  My life with food was OVER.  OVER!  Poor Steve.  He didn't know what to do, what to say.  He just kept saying "We'll figure this out together". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was vegetarian at the time and when I was told NO SOY I was stumped.  Now what? Everything has soy and if it doesn't have soy it has corn.  Now what do I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I put on my big girl panties and dealt with it.  That's what I did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sent the food do's &amp;amp; don'ts to my Mom.  "Let's deal with what you can have rather than look at what you can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Great advice.  I took it and ran with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friends and family try to understand and be supportive.  But then I feel like a burden.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But like any food addict that falls off the wagon they have no clue if I'm being on program or eating whatever is put in front of me.  They've dealt with both.  Currently I'm 3 weeks on program and like any addict have visions of it being permanent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't really go out to eat.  Here's an example why.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.F. Chang's opened here a couple of years ago.  Everyone who had gone was raving about their food.  Steve choose it as his b'day lunch location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have business cards printed up for the server to give to the chef.  One side has what I am allergic to, the other has what I can eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PF Chang's has gluten free soy sauce.  But I'm allergic to soy.  So no soy sauce on anything at a chinese place.  Most of the sauces are thickened with corn starch.  So no sauces please.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I explain this to the server and give him the business card.  (And of course I pray that the chef doesn't spit in my food because of all my restrictions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I order a veggie shrimp dish.  It comes out and there's a brown sauce on it.  I taste it.  Tastes like soy. So I call over the server.  "This tastes like soy. I ordered my dish without any sauce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He takes it back.  Comes back out later with a 2nd dish.  This time it has a creamy looking sauce.  Definitely has a corn starch look to it.  "Um... Sorry to be a pain but this still has a sauce on it that looks like it's got corn starch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Takes it back.  Comes back out &amp;amp; says "The chef doesn't know what to do. "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Tell him to just make it dry.  He can do that, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Third and final dish comes out.  Still has a sauce but I say screw it.  I'm hungry, Steve's finished his lunch so I'll just eat it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;About 3 bites in my tongue starts to swell.  I've never ever had that happen.  And to this day it was the only time it's happened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I stop eating.  I'm fine. I can breathe and my tongue isn't doing any more swelling.  I call over the server.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"This has something in it that is causing a reaction.  We'll take it to go.  Steve will eat it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's no offer of "Sorry about all this.  We'll comp the meal."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead I'm treated as if the chef's incompetence is my fault.  Call the manager over.  Again no offer of comp'ing my meal or apology.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her response: "I'm aware of what the chef was going thru to please you.  There seemed to be a communication issue between the server and the chef."  Aka It's my fault &amp;amp; the server's fault that the chef is an idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: "One day you'll have someone in here that will have a violent reaction because the chef was too lazy to make an allergy free meal.  You got off lucky with me.  I will never ever eat here again and I'll make sure that others with food allergies find out about my experience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So don't eat at PF Chang's in Reno.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been out with friends when all I could order is a plate of lettuce, avocado, salsa and fresh veggies.  And paying $12 for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When invited over to dinner I offer to bring a dish that's "allergy friendly".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I cook.  At home.  A lot.   We entertain at our house inv
