<?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-845453712620018145</id><updated>2011-10-11T10:24:18.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting the Town Red</title><subtitle type='html'>knitting schmitting</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-8671949923991193854</id><published>2010-03-05T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:07:27.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Mother of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather is absolutely gorgeous!  I have been waiting for sunny and 50 degrees for what feels like my whole life.  Put on my shades, roll down the window, crank up the music and welcome SPRING!  However....ahem....it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still...not.... &lt;/span&gt;flipflop/tanktop weather. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun however puts me in a happy mood and makes me want to paint my whole house yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wouldn't it be super cute to pull this look off tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome Spring! I've missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S5FUQGzFGMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0ryod7UX6U4/s1600-h/Pixie_s_Pan_blouse_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 438px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S5FUQGzFGMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0ryod7UX6U4/s400/Pixie_s_Pan_blouse_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445226060147136706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nadinoo.com/"&gt;Nadinoo&lt;/a&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/845453712620018145-8671949923991193854?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/8671949923991193854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=8671949923991193854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/8671949923991193854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/8671949923991193854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-mother-of-nature.html' title='Holy Mother of Nature'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S5FUQGzFGMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0ryod7UX6U4/s72-c/Pixie_s_Pan_blouse_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2053829293408939801</id><published>2010-02-23T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:56:24.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm..Target</title><content type='html'>Since most of the people who read this blog are my friends.  And mostly my girl friends, I thought I would remind/pass on this little tidbit of info. Liberty of London is debuting at &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; on March 14th.  Including some of these lovelies:&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/_W-fT6fgM35o/S4PsX6VkwMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rx43gRAmIJ4/s1600-h/liberty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S4PsX6VkwMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rx43gRAmIJ4/s400/liberty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441452670334582978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S4PsRifBjqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D8KX3FvIySs/s1600-h/liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S4PsRifBjqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D8KX3FvIySs/s400/liberty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441452560852553378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I think that Stan might have a crush)&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/845453712620018145-2053829293408939801?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2053829293408939801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2053829293408939801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2053829293408939801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2053829293408939801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmmtarget.html' title='mmmm..Target'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S4PsX6VkwMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rx43gRAmIJ4/s72-c/liberty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-159851476791390367</id><published>2010-02-19T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:21:54.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fishin' Time</title><content type='html'>For the past few years, a friend of mine has been blogging every Lent about St. Louis Fish Fry's.  She'll inform you of the establishment she's going to, and then blog about the necessities that every avid Lental participant needs to know before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;Fish fry's are a huge deal in St. Louis!  And I mean huge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that have been answered are:&lt;br /&gt;Who has the biggest selection?&lt;br /&gt;What about sides?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something other than fish?&lt;br /&gt;Is Illinois worth it?&lt;br /&gt;To booze or not to booze?&lt;br /&gt;Is the fish worth fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, not only has a poll been added, but &lt;a href="http://www.nomeatforyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;No Meat for You!&lt;/a&gt; has hit Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-159851476791390367?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/159851476791390367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=159851476791390367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/159851476791390367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/159851476791390367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-fishin-time.html' title='It&apos;s Fishin&apos; Time'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-5725535256581694836</id><published>2010-02-17T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:25:56.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>If I could, I would own every one of these necklaces.  I found this website not too long ago, and then lost it, and now it's back!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad one necklace = one student loan payment. (shaking fist in air with snarl)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can call on my friend Kim to be crafty one night.  Wine included of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3v8IQXoF_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/KUALJUqxVhw/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3v8IQXoF_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/KUALJUqxVhw/s200/necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439218193743222770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3v8Q1lr2KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pwpV0FwIgYw/s1600-h/necklace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3v8Q1lr2KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pwpV0FwIgYw/s200/necklace2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439218341173254306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.elvafields.com/"&gt;Elva Fields&lt;/a&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/845453712620018145-5725535256581694836?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/5725535256581694836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=5725535256581694836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5725535256581694836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5725535256581694836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3v8IQXoF_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/KUALJUqxVhw/s72-c/necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1321796191863786109</id><published>2010-02-16T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:02:46.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe this is going to be the next thing I knit.  I'm in love with a bathmat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3rPmjl_5fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/43wkbRjGEDs/s1600-h/ragknit_top02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3rPmjl_5fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/43wkbRjGEDs/s400/ragknit_top02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887761299891698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cocoknits.com/knit/interiors/ragbathmat.html"&gt;Cocoknits&lt;/a&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/845453712620018145-1321796191863786109?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1321796191863786109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1321796191863786109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1321796191863786109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1321796191863786109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/dry-feet.html' title='Dry Feet'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3rPmjl_5fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/43wkbRjGEDs/s72-c/ragknit_top02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7542511842311881344</id><published>2010-02-11T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:12:29.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jack</title><content type='html'>One of my most awesomest cousins is having the first boy that bores our last name!  Not only that, but a name that has been around for generations.  It's very very exciting!  So I thought he deserved a beautiful blanket.  The most tedious, hand numbing blanket I have ever made with love.  I know Jack with have the same wonderful warmhearted hysterical characteristics as his mom and dad do.   See you in two weeks Jack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3QeCWdTZjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6WSie144JGs/s1600-h/blanket1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3QeCWdTZjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6WSie144JGs/s400/blanket1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437003675880089138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-7542511842311881344?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7542511842311881344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7542511842311881344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7542511842311881344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7542511842311881344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-jack.html' title='Baby Jack'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3QeCWdTZjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6WSie144JGs/s72-c/blanket1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2407222086881149139</id><published>2010-02-09T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:13:22.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3Glt37qzsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1lf-q1rNxkg/s1600-h/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3Glt37qzsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1lf-q1rNxkg/s400/soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436308432739815106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyone invented a spoon with a hook on it?  Because this in NOT ok!&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/845453712620018145-2407222086881149139?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2407222086881149139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2407222086881149139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2407222086881149139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2407222086881149139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/please-help.html' title='Please Help!'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S3Glt37qzsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1lf-q1rNxkg/s72-c/soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1358502607128054139</id><published>2010-02-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:37:38.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite blogs to read is &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/needlecraft.html"&gt;Design*Sponge&lt;/a&gt;.  I could seriously scroll through it all day looking at all the pretty things people make and their really cool living rooms I wish I had.  Today, she posted these awesome DIY knit bangles from &lt;a href="http://www.vogueknitting.com/pattern_help/corrections/2008_holiday.aspx"&gt;Vogue Knitting&lt;/a&gt;.  I might need to make some before the winter is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2wsOnn5L7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/8XpII1F6Pic/s1600-h/3_bangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2wsOnn5L7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/8XpII1F6Pic/s400/3_bangles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434767479995445170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*Also to come are pictures of a blanket I knit for the soon-to-be newest member of our clan, Baby Jack!  I cannot wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-1358502607128054139?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1358502607128054139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1358502607128054139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1358502607128054139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1358502607128054139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-more-mondays.html' title='No More Mondays'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2wsOnn5L7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/8XpII1F6Pic/s72-c/3_bangles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1895302903820427816</id><published>2010-02-04T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:44:34.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want I want I want....I neeeeeeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2sU-t3m_RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cxdMsW8r9lk/s1600-h/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2sU-t3m_RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cxdMsW8r9lk/s400/camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434460443049917714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could Happy Valentine's Day this to me at &lt;a href="http://www.creaturecomfortsblog.com/home/2010/2/3/giveaway-fuji-instax-mini-camera-or-slr-camera-bag.html"&gt;Creature Comforts&lt;/a&gt;! (A blog I follow religiously!)  Or you can win it too.... I guess, but then I get to use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-1895302903820427816?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1895302903820427816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1895302903820427816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1895302903820427816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1895302903820427816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-treat.html' title='Sweet Treat'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2sU-t3m_RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cxdMsW8r9lk/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1089288869104570104</id><published>2010-02-03T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:44:15.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How good would Stan look with one of these?  And a matching seat cover!  I mean.  Soon, Stan's accessories will be worth more than Stan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2nDc1NWX9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/H72spUy9CxM/s1600-h/bike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2nDc1NWX9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/H72spUy9CxM/s400/bike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434089325486038994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39318537"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BeatriceHoliday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/845453712620018145-1089288869104570104?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1089288869104570104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1089288869104570104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1089288869104570104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1089288869104570104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/02/stan.html' title='Stan'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2nDc1NWX9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/H72spUy9CxM/s72-c/bike2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7783773896992080973</id><published>2010-01-29T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:32:00.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Concentrate</title><content type='html'>It's Friday, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know if I can knit these.  Someone tell me they aren't awesome.  I dare you!&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/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2MpiUB14pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k8vrBHNOudA/s1600-h/poof1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2MpiUB14pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k8vrBHNOudA/s400/poof1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432231245007676050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christienmeindertsma.com/"&gt;Urchin Pouf&lt;/a&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/845453712620018145-7783773896992080973?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7783773896992080973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7783773896992080973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7783773896992080973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7783773896992080973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-concentrate.html' title='High Concentrate'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/S2MpiUB14pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k8vrBHNOudA/s72-c/poof1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7577870332298165482</id><published>2009-12-13T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:01:45.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Knitting Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like winter! Which means it's knitting time. I've said time again that I don't like knitting in the summer. St. Louis just gets too gosh darn sticky and sweaty and just overall yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an excellent night of hanging out with friends, I'm sitting on my couch drinking some &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SyUZOhXd49I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eyfkhzKP4EE/s1600-h/lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414761864248550354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SyUZOhXd49I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eyfkhzKP4EE/s200/lauren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bossom loose-leaf tea my sister gave me from Oregon and have decided to start updating this so-called blog. I'm going to start with something that I knit when I decided I thought that I knew how to crochet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;------(sister and hubs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SyUbtmdPYdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5E79oJ8AbpY/s1600-h/owen+pacifier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414764597214142930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SyUbtmdPYdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5E79oJ8AbpY/s200/owen+pacifier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elephant binkie holder. It was for my friend's kid's first birthday. Cutest kid ever, especially when his dad dresses him. I got a crappy picture of while I was working on it, and forgot to get one when I was finished. He's the same awesome dude who wore the baby jeans I posted a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part were the ears because they are crochet.  It took me just as long to the head as it did the ears.  This elephant has been requested on multiple occasions by Ken, who apparently has no clue when she is going to have babies; however, she knows she wants one of these. (I would too, they are super cute).  I'm going to have to enlist my grandma for the ears though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pattern: &lt;a href="http://susanbanderson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Itty-Bitty Nursery by Susan B. Anderson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/845453712620018145-7577870332298165482?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7577870332298165482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7577870332298165482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7577870332298165482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7577870332298165482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-knitting-time.html' title='It&apos;s Knitting Time'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SyUZOhXd49I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eyfkhzKP4EE/s72-c/lauren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-670459161300393148</id><published>2009-10-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:13:32.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in vegas.....</title><content type='html'>Do you remember in grade school, having a boyfriend was nothing more than a title.  That was it, just a title.  In high school, a boyfriend was someone you were already friends with and then started to make out with.  You would date (used loosely) and then break up.  And possibly you would start dating (or making out with) one of your mutual friends and it was fine.  Either way, it still kinda didn't matter, it was just again, a title.  I currently don't have any friends who have married or are still with their "high school sweethearts."  They have either broken up or are divorced.  So when you are in college or hit college age, boyfriends can go many ways, so to each their own.  You either go to college dating the person you were dating in high school and break up, or go to college alone and mess around. And in some cases meet your soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;No matter when you met, or who you dated,  in every relationship, the break up is the same.  Each go their separate ways.  There is no "after" contact unless you force it, in which looking back, should never be and is a giant mistake.  You may talk about being friends, but you know that's not true.    It's an unspoken rule that unless you run into them at a bar, you don't call and set up a play date.  You let the cards fall as they may.  If you see them again, fine, say hi, and then be on your merry way.  If you don't, fine too,  you broke up for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-670459161300393148?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/670459161300393148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=670459161300393148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/670459161300393148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/670459161300393148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-does-on-in-vegas.html' title='What happens in vegas.....'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2558282535739244815</id><published>2009-07-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:54:04.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/Sl9pNpKfVTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/E1hUd-0tWvE/s1600-h/red+vanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/Sl9pNpKfVTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/E1hUd-0tWvE/s320/red+vanity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359117764703245618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I am dying over this vanity!  And I decided that my next karaoke song is going to be Hearbreaker.  However that may change, it always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, someone asked me the other day if I would like to write on an online "newspaper"  I don't now what better thing to call it.  He is one of my friends who already writes for it.  I asked if he has read my so called blog.  He said yes.  His answer amazed me for two reasons.  One, he read my blog, two he still was asking if I would be interested in writing.  Seriously, I write like a talk and I don't talk good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-2558282535739244815?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2558282535739244815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2558282535739244815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2558282535739244815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2558282535739244815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbreaker.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/Sl9pNpKfVTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/E1hUd-0tWvE/s72-c/red+vanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-291008013405802764</id><published>2009-06-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:02:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new years schmew</title><content type='html'>In January, I made a few new years resolutions.  I should have known from the get go that I was definitely reaching beyond the stars and into some other galaxy.  I usually can do stuff when I set my mind to it, but I have never stuck with a new years resolution in my life.  I don't know why it was a good idea to make 3 in one year!  Clearly, i was delusional. &lt;br /&gt;Since it is halfway through the year (gross) I thought I would give an update.&lt;br /&gt;My first resolution: Go to one dive bar a month. &lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I can do that!  There are plenty, and I mean plenty of dive bars I can walk to in South City.  I can probably throw a banana at 12 just from my apartment.  However, I have not.  The only one I have been to is Double D's Den, which barely counts because we go there once a month anyway.  Mostly to enter rude names in the fake guy karaoke machine and then laugh at what we did. &lt;br /&gt;2nd Resolution:  Knit one thing a month.&lt;br /&gt;I have knit 1/2 of 1 arm warmer.  Seriously.  First of, these are for myself.  And if you have ever seen my wrists they are non-existent.  A pony tail holder doesn't even stay put.  I knew I should have started off with something that was for someone else.  Then I would feel bad for not getting it to them.  Now, I do have a list of things.  12 on that list to be exact, so I know what I'm knitting, I'm just not doing it.  And I carry around the arm warmer to finish, but I just kinda look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Final resolution:  Go somewhere other or outside of St. Louis once a month.&lt;br /&gt;Now this, I have somewhat been keeping up on.  I've only missed 2 months.  Which isn't bad, but it's still not following through with my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;I will never make 3 resolutions, if I clearly can't even stick with one.  I guess my thought was, if I have 3, one of them I will stick with.  Even if I add them all together to make one resolution, I'm still have a month of doing nothing.  So, I've had 18 chances do three resolutions, i have done 5.  Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-291008013405802764?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/291008013405802764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=291008013405802764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/291008013405802764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/291008013405802764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-years-schmew.html' title='new years schmew'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-8951839981687430442</id><published>2009-03-05T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:00:40.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>I am knittting a hat for mike.  Pictures to come.&lt;br /&gt;Right here!  It may or may not be purple and turquoise. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SbFS2vcJswI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a2N4CQ-H_JA/s1600-h/Brians+Birthday+006.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/_W-fT6fgM35o/SbFS2vcJswI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a2N4CQ-H_JA/s320/Brians+Birthday+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310116536047481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-8951839981687430442?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/8951839981687430442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=8951839981687430442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/8951839981687430442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/8951839981687430442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SbFS2vcJswI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a2N4CQ-H_JA/s72-c/Brians+Birthday+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1566386193972959035</id><published>2009-03-04T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:27:19.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Hump Day</title><content type='html'>When I lived in Springfield, I looked forward listening to "Two for Tuesdays" on a classics hits station. They would play the same artist twice in a row.  Very self-explanatory, but I loved it.   Since I no longer live there, (thank god) I now look forward to Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;Since working at my current job, I decided to googlereader all the websites that have to do with brain injuries, just to keep myself informed about who ever else is talking about it.  However, it has now turned into "things that shannon loves to read about when she doesn't want to work."  Which is DIY for stuff at home, clothes and jewelry, etsy, music, friends blogs and a crazy lady who makes me laugh alot!&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to loving Wednesdays, I crave The Daily Graboid at &lt;a href="http://theyellowstereo.com/2009/03/the-daily-graboid-66/"&gt;the yellow stereo&lt;/a&gt;.  Every wednesday morning I can't wait to find out what new music is going to be coming my way.  It's a stream of songs from 15 different albums.  I have since dragged my co-worker into looking forward to wednesday.   You should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. I have had so much coffee, I have to backspace almost every other word because my hands are shaking)&lt;br /&gt;(p.p.s. 11 days until I start celebrating St Pats!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/Sa656N4jnHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nzLl9G1_XBA/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/Sa656N4jnHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nzLl9G1_XBA/s320/flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309385420526820466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-1566386193972959035?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1566386193972959035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1566386193972959035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1566386193972959035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1566386193972959035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-hump-day.html' title='Musical Hump Day'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/Sa656N4jnHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nzLl9G1_XBA/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7434296561230233636</id><published>2009-02-25T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:37:29.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippy the Squirrel</title><content type='html'>So for some reason, a lot of people have been looking at my very first post of my blog.  I have no clue why, but they come across the image of the racquetball photo.  It's really weird.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my work is turned crazy and I'm busy like a mad woman.  Moving into a different area of my job wasn't that awesome but I'm dealing with it.   At least I have a job right now...right?  I still view it at building awareness of our organization, which is always a plus.  &lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick and tired of hearing about the economy.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm making dinner for my gals tomorrow.  I wanted to make pumpkin and ricotta basil lasagna...well....currently, pumpkin is not in season, even though it's still cold as hell.  Side note: hell apparently, well according to who knows who made up that hell is hot, hell is really hot, but for me,  hell would be cold.  But not today, today it's 70 degrees! Awesome.  Which then brings me around to the idea that I have seasonal depression because today I have so much energy, I have to clue what I'm going to do with it, and who, aside from me, is going to be able to handle it.  Sometimes, I can't even handle my own energy level.  And that's without caffeine and sugar added into the equation.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called Whole Foods to see if they have pumpkins...they don't and told me that the only place that might would be a personal gardener and even their iffy and they couldn't give me the name of one.  So, I'm going to use squash instead.  Hope it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-7434296561230233636?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7434296561230233636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7434296561230233636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7434296561230233636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7434296561230233636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/02/zippy-squirrel.html' title='Zippy the Squirrel'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6029712532644619160</id><published>2009-02-03T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:20:39.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009...huh.</title><content type='html'>So this top 25 thing is really getting out of control on facebook, and it's a little funny how out of control.  It's like people really don't want to do it, but just get dragged in.  kinda like blogging, why do I want to give up so much information about myself to people who may or may not know me.  Anyway, i need to pass the time. However, I did my list in like 5 minutes, everyone else it's taking hours.  Does that mean I'm a really boring person?  I guess you make the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  these are all in random order, much like how I roll...sometimes&lt;br /&gt;2.  i only like doing crossword puzzles in pencil&lt;br /&gt;3.  referring back to #2, letters must be in all upper case or all lower case, you CANNOT mix the cases.&lt;br /&gt;4.  i am somewhat but not fully addicted to reality shows, at least not as much as Megs and KBO, they might be out of control&lt;br /&gt;5.  i like to knit and my list for this year is to knit at least one thing a month, but some months may carry over if I want&lt;br /&gt;6.  i really like singing karaoke, many already know that though (and i mean really)&lt;br /&gt;7.  I do not like grape and lime the candy, but I do like grape and lime the fruits&lt;br /&gt;8. my favorite band that i'm embarrassed to like is 3rd eye blind, but it's not really a secret because pretty much everyone already knows however, i still am somewhat embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;9.  I'm in love with my friends&lt;br /&gt;10. i don't know if I can think of 25 things, nor if I have a (insert the word that means paying attention, but I can't think of it, it's a snow day)&lt;br /&gt;11. i want an english bulldog bad!&lt;br /&gt;12. i've always wanted to be an actress or a rock singer, amazingly, i'm not the most dramatic one in my family&lt;br /&gt;13. i've had my heart broken and very glad it happened because right now, i'm the happiest i have ever been&lt;br /&gt;14. before i die i would like to go to bora bora&lt;br /&gt;15. i may or may not say may or may not a lot&lt;br /&gt;16. my cuz patty and i have really long swan necks and all the other cousins are jealous&lt;br /&gt;17. i like to make lists, sometimes about nothing&lt;br /&gt;18. i only have remembered one joke in my whole life, it is the following: what do you get when you have a brown chicken and a brown cow? bowchica bowow (you know what i mean when you say brown chicken brown cow like that song, and yes, i am serious)&lt;br /&gt;19.  I have always wanted to live underwater like a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have never regretted anything in my life, i merely take it as a lesson and move on...but the moving on part might take awhile.&lt;br /&gt;21. i believe in birthdays&lt;br /&gt;22. when i lay down, i pretty much fall asleep right away.&lt;br /&gt;23.  most of the time, i like to be in control&lt;br /&gt;24. i say it how it is&lt;br /&gt;25.  I HATE BEANS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6029712532644619160?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6029712532644619160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6029712532644619160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6029712532644619160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6029712532644619160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009huh.html' title='2009...huh.'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2063079809640590435</id><published>2008-12-29T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:07:15.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflectiooon</title><content type='html'>Remember when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt; did that whole thing where they would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enunciate&lt;/span&gt; and prolong the tion of words. I think that was it, or was that Sesame Street and Cookie Monster.  Or am I completely making this up, which I might on accident hoping that it's actually real.  Hmm, oh well. &lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking about what was going on exactly a year ago, sometime this past month, and I was graduating college with a smart degree and had a job in Springfield, MO.  I was marketing christian jewelry slash websites, which sounds really weird when you think about it.  Am I really that religious, no, but the product was going towards a good cause and I did meet Brad Pitt's brother.  Who by the way, looks like his muscular twin.  Currently, as I type, I am bored at my parents house while I do laundry and paint my dresser.  It turned out this powdery baby yellow.  If I was having a baby it would be cute, but I am not, soooo, eww. &lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, sooo, reflection of the year.  One word...intense.  Let's put it like this. Heart crushed, job quit, family cared, possessions moved, ass couched, eyes red, friends hugged, freinds loved, friends laughed, career began,  life refreshed, heart whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-2063079809640590435?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2063079809640590435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2063079809640590435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2063079809640590435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2063079809640590435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflectiooon.html' title='Reflectiooon'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-4027325377630235</id><published>2008-11-09T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:29:41.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pheans</title><content type='html'>Alright, back to knitting. Now that Owen Dennis is finally born. Congrats Meg &amp;amp; Paul, I don't know about you, but we've been waiting forever! I went to visit them yesterday. SOoooo cute, I could sit there all day and just hold and stare. I did make Mike late for a wedding, but it was baby time! Some day, I'll be around when he's awake, i think I have plenty of time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3010882324_ca13b09ccf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3010882324_ca13b09ccf.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now finally post the picture of the baby jeans I've been working on since June. I am only saying June because I started them in the summer and found out I hate knitting in the summer and then finished them at the end of October. They are so cute I want to squeeze them, because I can. They are a cotton denim, so they fade in the wash just like real jeans! Pretty sweet. If I didn't flucuate, I would make a pair for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/3010882348_42bd713d81.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 468px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/3010882348_42bd713d81.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3010882324_ca13b09ccf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-4027325377630235?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/4027325377630235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=4027325377630235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4027325377630235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4027325377630235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-pheans.html' title='Baby Pheans'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7284930915518493036</id><published>2008-11-04T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:59:39.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Crocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SRCpoliDfvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P-NOZWjMhk8/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SRCpoliDfvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P-NOZWjMhk8/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264894479130918642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you all know, the oven is fixed.  Now, I can bake stuff like this:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-7284930915518493036?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7284930915518493036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7284930915518493036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7284930915518493036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7284930915518493036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/11/betty-crocker.html' title='Betty Crocker'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SRCpoliDfvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P-NOZWjMhk8/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2272272879886042992</id><published>2008-10-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:19:39.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are what you are</title><content type='html'>I usually don't talk about people, well besides in real life.  But this blog really isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; life, it's mostly just me bored life.  Or I have random shit to talk about life.  Or what it really was suppose to be was about knitting, that direction has currently and clearly changed.  Right now, the topic is douche-baggry.  Awhile ago, my cousin, and is wife (i like to refer to her as cousin-in-law, but have been informed there is no such name, however, I disagree), so cousin-in-law were eating at a local burger joint before a concert.  The topic of douche bags came up.  We asked ourselves what must one do in order to be classified as a douche bag?  Are there different levels of d-baggry?  Can there be female d-bags and do they go by another name?  What and who constitutes a douche bag?&lt;br /&gt;This past week, d-bags have been a topic of conversation, just real quick, so I thought I would post the dildometer we came up with.  There definitely can be additions to this, as well as what your own definition of the road to d-baggery is.   They come in many shapes, sizes, form, ages and apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;a href="http://theyellowstereo.com/?p=3510"&gt;  the yellow stereo&lt;/a&gt; has a great halloween mix today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SQsTlj5HekI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zdl4p4_aUMg/s1600-h/Dildometer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SQsTlj5HekI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zdl4p4_aUMg/s320/Dildometer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263322125523450434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-2272272879886042992?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2272272879886042992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2272272879886042992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2272272879886042992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2272272879886042992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-dinner-convo.html' title='you are what you are'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SQsTlj5HekI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zdl4p4_aUMg/s72-c/Dildometer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-5480342962369892391</id><published>2008-10-01T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:49:35.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not be associated!</title><content type='html'>I was watching Wedding Crashers the other day, from the beginning, and I couldn't believe that I have been missing out on a great line my whole life (since it's been out).  I've seen this movie at least half a dozen times.  I just.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, do I have a sign on my forehead that says "please yell at me at least once a day I can't get my job done unless you do.  No, I don't listen to what you say, and yes, I do it just to piss you off because I enjoy getting yelled at for no reason!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-5480342962369892391?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/5480342962369892391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=5480342962369892391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5480342962369892391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5480342962369892391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-watching-wedding-crashers-other.html' title='I will not be associated!'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-4814571841043231242</id><published>2008-09-08T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:29:03.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gun Rack...</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Not even kidding.  On Friday night, I hung out with an awesome pair I haven't seen in awhile.  It was great to catch up and know that everyone's doing great!  We hit up Pho Grand...mmmm.  I think they now might be addicted and stopped by St. Louis Art Festival thingy in Clayton to say hi to Adam and Alice.  He's &lt;a href="http://www.adamfosterfineartjewelry.homestead.com"&gt;new store&lt;/a&gt; totally rocks, everyone should definitely check it out! Stayed there a bit, the punk only let me try one ring on, oh well, he did let me drink his champagne.  Saturday, kickball is back in full effect.  I did plow into the first baseman and took him down with me.  I would have it no other way!  He was COMPLETELY on the bag.  However, I was called out, which was a lie! We won that game, lost the other, ate some food then went to the dudes mag Ish 12 party...drunk dudette of the night goes to KBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....mmm breakfast, I think I could eat breakfast for every meal!  actually slept in relatively late and FINALLy went to see The Dark Knight!  Great flick, glad I saw it in the theater, it wouldn't have been the same on a small screen.  I never knew the "fore story" of Harvey Dent and it took me awhile to remember who he was.  He should have been in the story longer...I feel a waking from the dead coming on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-4814571841043231242?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/4814571841043231242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=4814571841043231242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4814571841043231242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4814571841043231242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/09/gun-rack.html' title='A Gun Rack...'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7236598713514843833</id><published>2008-08-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:09:09.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine and Cheese</title><content type='html'>This just made my freakin' day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebloggess.com/?p=635"&gt;The Blogess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that I am so excited to eat cheese drink wine, devour dessert and call that dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so much caffeine today, I have no clue what to do with myself, not even kidding.  My FH girls are going to KILL me.  I don't think I can even see straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-7236598713514843833?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7236598713514843833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7236598713514843833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7236598713514843833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7236598713514843833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/08/wine-and-cheese.html' title='Wine and Cheese'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-9188154204652016814</id><published>2008-08-20T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:53:46.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Es En Fuego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SKwh4apbsbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6_mqyGxuIC4/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SKwh4apbsbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6_mqyGxuIC4/s200/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236597719834538418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I may or may not fall asleep at my desk.  Or a may find a small closet to sleep in or cozy up underneath my desk.  That is how tired I am.  You know when you are at school (oh so long ago) and you lean your head on your hand and then you fall asleep and fall off your hand.  I might do that a bunch today.  My eyes hurt, and I think they are on fire.   I need to sleep.  Can you get mononucleosis when you aren't in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Last night after the baseball game, I was on my way home, and I got a flat tire on 40 between Grand and Boyle.  I was on a bridge and my car was shaking from all the trucks and cars driving by.  I flipped out! That is the second time that has happened.  When we first started driving, my grandpa, who was a fireman, told us that he can't even count the number of people he's seen killed from trying to change a tire on the highway! I mean scare me! I refuse to get out of my car on the highway and I would rather mess up the thingy than change a tire on it!  So not only that, when my dad came and changed my tire, I did lock my keys in the car.   Luckily the trunk was open and I didn't lock or shut my seats all the way, so I could push the seat open and climb in.&lt;br /&gt;On top of it, the Cardinals lost.  I think I have just been blacklisted from going to games.  So far, everyone I've been to, we've lost.  That's bunk.  KBO, why did you use that word just once, I now can't stop.  I did say Bunk City, Utah one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-9188154204652016814?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/9188154204652016814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=9188154204652016814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/9188154204652016814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/9188154204652016814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/08/es-en-fuego.html' title='Es En Fuego'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SKwh4apbsbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6_mqyGxuIC4/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-3093303625611946954</id><published>2008-08-04T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:31:27.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daaaang!</title><content type='html'>Holy mother of Hot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I have a loud and noisy machine of coolness in my room&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-3093303625611946954?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/3093303625611946954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=3093303625611946954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/3093303625611946954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/3093303625611946954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/08/daaaang.html' title='daaaang!'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6332265037259227420</id><published>2008-07-23T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:17:08.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, i am house sitting my friends parents house and their rambunctious cute golden retriever right?  I decided to walk up to Trader Joe's instead of drive because it's only a mile and I need the exercise, as of late.  (Do you know how much you don't do when you are sitting behind a desk?  Your ass can get fat.)  Anyway, I walked up the back way and there was a guy standing there in his tighty whitey's.  I kid you not.  I guess he didn't see me coming b/c he was kinda behind his car so no one could see.  But eww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um and also, I would post more pictures of my knitting projects but it's so damn  hot, I don't feel like knitting.  Also, majority know that I don't have AC in my house, and my room is in the 3rd floor.  My dad decided to get a window unit.  Fine, great.  But my dad being my dad got one that can cool up to 900 square feet.  Seriously, my apt. in Springfield was 650, the whole thing!  The whole third floor isn't even 900 sq.ft.  It's so damn loud and I set my chair in the only place where it would fit, right in front of it.  So when I knit, I have freezing air blowing at my face drying out my contacts and the tv volume at like 30 b/c i can't hear shit.  O, did i mention it wakes me up in the middle of the night sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, it's hot and so it yarn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6332265037259227420?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6332265037259227420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6332265037259227420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6332265037259227420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6332265037259227420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-am-housing-sitting-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-671337264571572349</id><published>2008-07-15T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:06:34.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a melancholy veggie...</title><content type='html'>I cannot go to sleep because I started baking cookies way too late and of course when you bake cookies, you have to eat the dough. So I ate a ton of oatmeal white chocolate craisin cookie dough and now I'm bouncing off the walls. And I have to go into work at 7 tomorrow to make up for my fat face last week and N8's bach party next week. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;I decided I don't know how I feel about these online social networks anymore. Half the time I don't care what half the people I am friends with are doing. And people do things that they would never have the balls to do in person, and then they think it's ok to do. I'm annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am knitting again! Yeah! it's a good stress reliever from the job (which by the way is going well) and I can't really play golf during the day anymore. So, here are some pics of what I am working on and what I finished. I would show you what I am going to work on next, but someone reads this blog in which, as I mentioned before, cannot post certain pictures until later...(love ya...is &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2670471586_2e80bb7461.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand" height="305" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2670471586_2e80bb7461.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he a cantelope yet??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2670470888_fdcdb5cd1b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="289" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2670470888_fdcdb5cd1b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green one is mine. I made if from hand-dyed Blue Sky Alpaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue one is Christines (of course). I forgot what kind of yarn, but it's the same weight. It's kinda on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a question to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about evites? And would you more likely go to a party if it were by evite, word of mouth or snail mail invitation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-671337264571572349?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/671337264571572349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=671337264571572349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/671337264571572349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/671337264571572349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-melancholy-veggie.html' title='It&apos;s a melancholy veggie...'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6204613954019703538</id><published>2008-07-03T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:19:09.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I clearly Like GREEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/2634534208_788ecb831b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=&amp;amp;w=all" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr Search&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;b. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php" target="_blank"&gt;fd’s mosaic maker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11. One Word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your flickr name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6204613954019703538?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6204613954019703538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6204613954019703538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6204613954019703538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6204613954019703538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-clearly-like-green.html' title='I clearly Like GREEN!'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2181391737001696099</id><published>2008-06-19T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:14:42.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it feels Damn good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-2181391737001696099?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2181391737001696099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2181391737001696099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2181391737001696099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2181391737001696099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-8107919927518827858</id><published>2008-06-17T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:19:02.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Cheers for June</title><content type='html'>Oh me! I got a job!!&lt;br /&gt;woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited.  Sorry, I haven't written in years, I'm sure I was missed by all.  My brain has been going crazy, I've been busy with camps, the sun, new baby boys, birthdays and weddings!  What a great month!  It's been a good whirlwind, and soon to be more!&lt;br /&gt;Props to June, which I know I have never said before in my life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-8107919927518827858?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/8107919927518827858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=8107919927518827858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/8107919927518827858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/8107919927518827858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-cheers-for-june.html' title='3 Cheers for June'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7325711300136529407</id><published>2008-06-04T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:29:48.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's Wednesday. I finally got my voice back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my weekend in a nutshell. For more information about my weekend, please refer to &lt;a href="http://www.progblogstl.blogspot.com/"&gt;KBO&lt;/a&gt;, we had the same one, except maybe each of us more drunk on a different night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up. The sun. Pool. Wine. Margaritas. Smiles. Wine. BBQ. Friends. Party potatoes. Strawberry cake of awesomeness. BFFs. Presents. 3 hours of LOST. Beer. Glowsticks. Pinata. 2x4. Rain. Yeager. Gals and Dudes. Tattoos. Play-doh. Campagne. Laffy Taffy. Laughs. Keyboards. Vodka. Wii. Drunk. Tired. Damaged. Phone call. Laugh my ass off. Nap. Awake. Rain. Friends. Beer. Beer. Beer. Trivia. &lt;a href="http://www.dudeswholikechicksthatactlikedogs.com/"&gt;www.dudeswholikechicksthatactlikedogs.com&lt;/a&gt;. Friends. God Bless America. Judo. Corey's. Thunder Kid. Drunk. Can't feel my legs. Tired. Kickball. Gals. SATC. Sleep. Sober.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208094999942181122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SEbezwwKsQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VBRM-fJyPac/s320/eat+cake.jpg" border="0" /&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/845453712620018145-7325711300136529407?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7325711300136529407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7325711300136529407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7325711300136529407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7325711300136529407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/06/nutshell.html' title='Nutshell'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SEbezwwKsQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VBRM-fJyPac/s72-c/eat+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6482481817787502904</id><published>2008-05-28T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:11:30.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Jones and the Fire of Cakes</title><content type='html'>Holy Dang! was Indiana Jones awesome!! There are many out there that would disagree with me. It was a family affair, me, my dad, joe and ellen went (bro and sis). We are all huge Indy fans, I know they are a little cheesy, but seriously, I really liked it. There were a few parts which I thought were over the top. I'm not going to talk about them since some have not seen it and I don't want to spoil anybody's fun. However, there was a part that I thought was fake until my brother told me it really does happen. Hmmmm....fire ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I also was baking a cake for my birthday today. Since my gal pals are having dinner tomorrow, my family and I decided to have it tonight. Many know about our "lovely" kitchen, however those may not have known that we no longer have a stove and do all the baking from a toaster oven, which is fine, no biggie. My mom decided on Angelfood cake for dessert. I whipped it up, put it in the toaster oven, and went downstairs to fold laundry. I then walk upstairs and smell burning. There is smoke coming from the toaster oven. The cake had risen so much that it hit the top burners of the oven and lit the sugar from the cake on fire! My cake was in FLAMES! Just my brother and I were home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start yelling "Fire, there are flames!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(I continue to try blow out the flames on top of the cake.)&lt;br /&gt;My bro walks in with oil up to his elbows from fixing his car,&lt;br /&gt;he looks at me and says, "what am I suppose to do about this."&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and say, "You will catch fire as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fire out, smoke everywhere, my mom walks in from the store not knowing what went on because she can't smell because she has a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205600000296341042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SD4BnqxvzjI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ffeowg_dD8s/s320/cake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move onto the next cake option. Ellen comes home and we go to the store to get some other kind of cake. I come back, whip up the cake, only to find out that the large 13x9 cake pan doesn't fit in the toaster oven. So I put it in 2 round 8 inchers. The first one starts baking and I look at it...it's completely lopsided. The dishwasher that the toaster oven is on it lopsided, so the cake moved to one side. I have a small ant hill for a cake. I am 27 and it seriously looks like a 5 year old made it. It's like I had never baked before! So once I bake the other half, there was no way they would fit on top of each other. So I now have two lopsided ant hill cakes....&lt;br /&gt;I love birthdays!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205600176390000194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SD4Bx6xvzkI/AAAAAAAAACw/UPf5JKgnres/s320/cake+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6482481817787502904?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6482481817787502904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6482481817787502904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6482481817787502904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6482481817787502904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-and-cake-fire.html' title='Indiana Jones and the Fire of Cakes'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SD4BnqxvzjI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ffeowg_dD8s/s72-c/cake+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-4286606355712610765</id><published>2008-05-26T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:14:34.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SDrh5KxvziI/AAAAAAAAACg/FMg4WwXMib8/s1600-h/moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720691641830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SDrh5KxvziI/AAAAAAAAACg/FMg4WwXMib8/s320/moose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have never heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeVotchKa&lt;/span&gt;, your missing out. And for those who have and didn't go see their show Friday, you missed out for sure! It was great! I started listening to folk music when I moved back down to Springfield in 2006. It gave me an appreciation for music I didn't realize. There was one guitar, a stand up bass, tuba, 3 violins, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accordion&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ukulele and then percussions. And the music was beautiful, the lights were phenomenal On top of that, they are about 29 times better in concert than they are on their cd! They played my favorite song last during the encore. It made me smile~&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/845453712620018145-4286606355712610765?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/4286606355712610765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=4286606355712610765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4286606355712610765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4286606355712610765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-those-of-you-who-have-never-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SDrh5KxvziI/AAAAAAAAACg/FMg4WwXMib8/s72-c/moose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-4022996599764867469</id><published>2008-05-23T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:41:37.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wall of China</title><content type='html'>Isn't it interesting how you can give advice, but never take your own? There's stuff going down with a friend of mine and I'm there to let her know that it's just a bump in the road, not the end of the world. However, I sit here and look at what's going on in my life and believe it's a giant brick wall in which there is no end in sight. And what pisses me off even more, is usually, I am a pretty positive person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-4022996599764867469?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/4022996599764867469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=4022996599764867469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4022996599764867469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/4022996599764867469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-i-want-it-back.html' title='Great Wall of China'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2122320059618427412</id><published>2008-05-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:38:21.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fun Time in Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SDHzQR2WvQI/AAAAAAAAACY/B4jPsNjSluo/s1600-h/Wrigley+Field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SDHzQR2WvQI/AAAAAAAAACY/B4jPsNjSluo/s320/Wrigley+Field.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202206505584475394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a freakin' blast.  Happy Birthday Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend started out with a pretty quick car ride up to Chicago. We got there while Jessica was at work, so we meandered around downtown for a little bit. El and I found these sculptures in Grant Park that were made out of random car parts. There were 3 giant flowers made out of doors, something made out of exhaust pipes, and a bench made from windshields. However, there was a sign that side "Life size moose made from chrome bumpers. So, of course, El wanted to find it. It was rush hour in Chicago, and we had to find 401 N. Michigan Ave. It was an adventure, but eventually we did find it. We thought it would be bigger, however, it wasn't. Picture will soon come. So we finally got to Jessica's house and we just went to get some tots, gulp some beer and watch the season finale of The Office. I think The Office started off really good this season, then kinda went down hill, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Jessica and Frank had to go to work, so I woke up, stole Mike D.'s credit card, and bought some Tom Waits tickets. Row K. It was a freakin' weird website. Either way, then I made my way to Starbuck's and started to do a little shopping on Southport. I got a phone call from Jessica to pick up Cubs tickets at the Sears Tower. I really had nothing else to do, so I said sure. "It's just a 26 minute ride down the brown line. Real quick and easy," so she says. 30 miles, 4 blisters and a sweating 2 hours later, I finally make it to Wrigley Field. We made it by the bottom of the 4th. I had never been there before so it was fun. I was just waiting for Edmonds to come out so that I could boo him, but he didn't play that don't. I booed any way, I was at a Cubs game! I don't remember whether they won or lost. We then took a small nap and then made our way to eat some dinner and sing some korean karaoke. It's just like Lost in Translation. You get a small room with couches, 2 tvs and 6 microphones. We walk in and the guy asks if we are all 18. We look around at each other and reply, yes. Then, behind the words was porn. We were singing karaoke to porn! Seriously! It was gross too, so it was changed rather quickly. So after three hours of non-stopping "singing" we went home. I wish they had one of these in St. Louis. It would be awesome. We were in a room closest to the door and were so loud, that random people would just stop in to see what all the ruckus was!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I kinda forgot what we did.  oh, I read about 30 pages in my book.  I am now reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another Bullshit Night in Suck City&lt;/span&gt;. It's pretty good. Then we went to eat, drank some LandShark, and discussed the phrase "Hair of the dog.....that bit you" and whether "that bit you" is really necessary or if it's just a given that it's the end of the phrase and really needs to be used. We then went to a party at her roommate's cousins, a random bar, and a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we went and got some great brunch with shitty service. Apparently, when the menu says that your meal comes with toast, you still have to ask for it. And then once you do get it, you have to again ask for butter and jam. Either way it was good. El came by around 1 and we headed back to StL. On the drive home I got a GREAT call from my Dustin, who I haven't seen forever. He was in St.L on his way back from Springfield, so we stopped, had some coffee and caught up on random shit.. I was SOOOOO excited. Yeah! A great weekend had by all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-2122320059618427412?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2122320059618427412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2122320059618427412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2122320059618427412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2122320059618427412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-fun-time-in-chicago.html' title='Another Fun Time in Chicago'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SDHzQR2WvQI/AAAAAAAAACY/B4jPsNjSluo/s72-c/Wrigley+Field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7763721048542125349</id><published>2008-05-14T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:38:56.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts cont.</title><content type='html'>I am going to Radiohead. I guess I'm excited. I'm really not sure yet. I think I don't really care. It should be fun. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I am also knitting a great thing for my pregnant friend.  However, being that she is the only one that looks at this, I cannot post pics of progress..Damn.&lt;br /&gt;It is sooooo cute and I'm already halfway done since boredom has taken over my life.  I cannot wait for it to be finished.  Then I'll probably just knit more things for the little tot with this time on my hands.  Oh, you are going to be so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-7763721048542125349?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7763721048542125349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7763721048542125349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7763721048542125349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7763721048542125349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/concerts-cont.html' title='Concerts cont.'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-5030382445694348496</id><published>2008-05-09T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:59:47.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting</title><content type='html'>Well I'm officially the C Team Field Hockey coach at my old high school. N8 is going to be coaching with me which will be a lot of fun. I'm excited. However, I have not found a real job yet, and it's freaking obnoxious. Won't someone just throw me a freakin' bone here, I'm starting to go crazy and get really un-positive. Grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-5030382445694348496?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/5030382445694348496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=5030382445694348496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5030382445694348496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5030382445694348496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/meltdown.html' title='Melting'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6128061432199008492</id><published>2008-05-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:39:47.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SCHvO2DBdcI/AAAAAAAAACM/5DjT5roWXjc/s1600-h/nickPHOTO.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197698483267663298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SCHvO2DBdcI/AAAAAAAAACM/5DjT5roWXjc/s320/nickPHOTO.preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! I'm going to see &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/devotchkamusic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeVotchKa&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/a&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; excited. They are great! The lyrics are a little sad, but hit insanely close to home. I haven't felt this passionate about music in a very long time. Thier music moves me to the point of getting lost. It's a great feeling that music should have on you. His voice is amazing, and you don't even need words realize the feeling of the song. Many of you have probably heard them on the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack, but that's only the beginning and doesn't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; give them justice. There is so much feeling and power on their albums, I cannot wait to see them live.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my newly prego friend, meghan(i'm still so excited) informed me that Mates of State is coming as well. I have yet to listen to their new ablum, but I will. I like all thier old stuff, So that's two great concerts this year, or should I say just this summer. I was debating on whether or not to go to Radiohead, but I think I'm going to pass on that.   Two other great bands coming, Iron &amp;amp; Wine and I wouldn't mind seeing Modest Mouse.  I never really got that into them when they were popular.  And I don't know if they are popular now, but I do like them.  And you know who I can't wait to come to ST.L, Arcade Fire.  I'll keep wishing on that one.&lt;br /&gt;And finally.......&lt;a href="http://progblogstl.blogspot.com/2008/05/announcing.html"&gt;Third Annual Backyard Triva&lt;/a&gt;! I have yet to make it to one, but always hear about the stories. I really am not good at trivia, so I have to make sure I get on a team with those who know useless knowledge. Another good thing about is it's my birthday weekend. I am not looking forward to my birthday. Usually, I love my birthday, I am all about my birthday, but this year, I'm just not that into it. It has nothing to do with the age I'm turning, I just don't feel like a birthday. I'm just not in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6128061432199008492?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6128061432199008492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6128061432199008492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6128061432199008492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6128061432199008492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/concert-mania.html' title='Concert mania'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SCHvO2DBdcI/AAAAAAAAACM/5DjT5roWXjc/s72-c/nickPHOTO.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6901393466485795105</id><published>2008-05-05T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:52:06.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots for real</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night, I came home around 2 am and couldn't get to bed. Probably because I was pretty lazy all day, but either way, there was this movie called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Idiocracy&lt;/span&gt; on HBO.  It was with Luke Wilson (one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt;, i think his name is and another girl from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt;.  There were a whole bunch of cameos from all these random comedians.  Well, it was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; movie. It was about this army guy and prostitute who were in a time travel experiment and they traveled 1000 years into the future. Everyone was an idiot and the whole world revolved around money and sex. For example, Starbucks was turned into a brothel chain. No one could talk in complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sentences&lt;/span&gt;. The army guy (Luke) was asked if there are 10 apples in bucket 1 and 13 apples in bucket 2, how many buckets are there. He answered correctly, and thus became the smartest man in the world. In the end, Luke Wilson became president, married the whore and they had the three most smartest kids in the world. I would not recommend even watching it on tv. It's not like there was anything else on at 2 am. I wonder if it will ever be real, if people will be huge idiots. I hope I'm dead by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There was yet another earthquake this morning....we're going down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6901393466485795105?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6901393466485795105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6901393466485795105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6901393466485795105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6901393466485795105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-saturday-night-i-came-home-around-2.html' title='Idiots for real'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2105642203112869087</id><published>2008-05-03T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:25:22.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Cards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SBzYEnMrtMI/AAAAAAAAACE/UBxu4qZ59YU/s1600-h/GZBtI5Mo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196265643831964866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SBzYEnMrtMI/AAAAAAAAACE/UBxu4qZ59YU/s320/GZBtI5Mo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SBzXknMrtLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z0EJx_323Sg/s1600-h/trans.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196265094076150962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SBzXknMrtLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z0EJx_323Sg/s320/trans.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've been to 4 Cards games this year. I think it's a record already and the season really hasn't even started! Wednesday, I got a call around 12:30 to go to the day game. Could I pass it up, no way! So, I asked the boss if I could play hookey, and she said of course. I almost talked her into going too, but of course, she's responsible. Hmmm, the perks of being jobless. So it was a great day for a great game. Sat in the bleachers and drank more than I should have since the only thing in my stomach was an apple and some coffee....oh well. I should have gotten a ball park frank..my fav, but I didn't think about it until it was too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on the previous Saturday with my bff. That was a great time. Both benches cleared and there was almost a fight...so close, but of course there are some things called umps who stopped it. That would have been awesome. The baseball game is one of the greatest places to people watch for sure. You don't even have to leave your seat! They were giving away free hats and wouldn't let girls have red ones, so I have a pink one. What am I going to do with a pink cardinals hat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went that Friday too with two kids I haven't hung out with forever. I don't think I stopped laughing and learned a new word....slore. It's a mix of slut and whore. Huh. But I decided floosy definately needs to be added to my vocabulary more often. Just to let everyone know, when there was is a rain delay and the game starts at 9pm, they stop selling adult beverages at 10pm. Lame, i know, there is no such thing as ending in the 7th inning. So, wanting more beer, you can go over to the understaffed Casino Queen bar, where you then have to each stake out an area and who ever gets served first wins. It sucked. But the game was a hoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally the first game I went to we sat in some kick ass seats right behind homeplate, thank you cuz's friends company. It was a little cold and windy, but it was nothing a few beers couldn't fix. To top it all off, I think they won all the games too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Rolen is now gone, I have to find a new favorite player. I like Molina and I think LaRue is growing on me. Those chops are awesome! We also decided that Duncan is a circus bear with a bucket over his head, just roaming around in the outfield. There is another guy that's not suppose to be too shabby who came up from the minors. I think right now he just pinch hits, but I've heard some good things. We'll see. I might just have to let this season runs it's course and next year maybe I'll have a favorite. I don't think I've ever paid this much attention to baseball. It's kinda fun and funny at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, last night leaving lemmon's there was a cross dresser who walked in as we were leaving. He was with another woman. Turns out, the proceeded to make out at the bar the rest of the night...what do you do with that?&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/845453712620018145-2105642203112869087?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2105642203112869087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2105642203112869087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2105642203112869087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2105642203112869087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-heart-cards.html' title='I heart Cards!'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SBzYEnMrtMI/AAAAAAAAACE/UBxu4qZ59YU/s72-c/GZBtI5Mo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1843110158179644672</id><published>2008-04-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:46:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows in Pasture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SA4kFnMrtJI/AAAAAAAAABw/w-dsfmdICVs/s1600-h/elton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SA4kFnMrtJI/AAAAAAAAABw/w-dsfmdICVs/s320/elton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127099244885138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reread what I wrote the other day about the earthquake that happened. And by the way, did anyone feel the mini one yesterday at like 12:30 am? Anywho, I am not a good writer by any means. Truthfully I suck, I never actually believed I am good (well the one time I did was when I was in my first English class at SMS, I was a genius compared to the country kids) I am merely writing because I am bored and I have a lot on my mind. I was thinking that I with all the stuff going through my head, I could really blog about 7 times a day. For example, today, I walked into Walgreens and they were playing Elton John. I don't remember the last time I went into Walgreens and they WEREN'T playing Elton John. Nothing against him, he does have that smooth sort of anyone can listen to him and not get  offended elevator sound, but if you took time to think about it deep music. I wonder if I were a musician, singer (undercover wish I really could do that as a job) if I would be happy if they played my music in Walgreens and elevators. You know they are going to start having screens in elevators for advertisements. They probably already do in some places.&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I thought about Elton John and wishing I could be a rock n' roll singer today, but also about being more "green", how I could enter my mom's kitchen in a makeover kitchen show, why I still don't have a job, was there seriously a point for me to get my MBA, how am I going to start to pay back my student loans, why do I insist on emotionally wrecking my brain with ex-boyfriend thoughts, what number iron I need to hit a golf ball x distance, why are there so many people on the road at 11am, do they have jobs, are they all assistants, is meg really have a baby, I wonder when my life will let me do what i want to do, do I belong on the show what not to wear or do I really just want 5 grand to spend on clothes?&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few of the things that I have thought of today, not really giving myself time to answer them. Actually, I haven't tried to answer any of them. Instead, I'm enjoying the sunshine and the contemplation of how sucky of a writer I am, yet I still insist on writing it all down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-1843110158179644672?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1843110158179644672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1843110158179644672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1843110158179644672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1843110158179644672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/04/cows-in-pasture.html' title='Cows in Pasture'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/SA4kFnMrtJI/AAAAAAAAABw/w-dsfmdICVs/s72-c/elton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-50435049372364497</id><published>2008-04-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:29:13.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><content type='html'>Holy shit!  I just partook in an earthquake and aftershock, in St. Louis MO! So, let me tell you about it.  I woke up at around 4:30am to the noises of wind against the window.  I've been taking sleeping pills, so I don't wake up usually, which made it a surprise even more.  I thought it was just another one of those lovely storms we have been having this April.  But my legs felt funny, the bed was shaking.  So, I sat up and waited a second.  Then, o man, the house was shaking again.  It was crazy!  I was thinking to myself, "Was that a f...ing earthquake? Seriously?"  Then feel asleep again, but it was weird b/c my bed was still shaking.  So I woke up and walked downstairs and sure enough my mom said there was an earthquake.  127 miles east of us..a 5.2.  But we could still feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I walked into AmeriCorp and was talking to Emily, she said she didn't even feel it.  Then around 10am, my computer started shaking and so did the building, it was the aftershock! Seriously!  This is freakin' wild! Emily runs out of her office and then Tekla calls to make sure we're ok.  I was talking to my friend on IM who lives in Champaign,IL  he was shaking the same time we were.  He is about 120 miles north of the epicenter of the quake.  He sent me the charts of the aftershock.   It was so interesting.  SO that's my day.  So far.  Now I'm praying it'll stop raining so that I can go to the baseball game....behind homeplate seats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-50435049372364497?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/50435049372364497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=50435049372364497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/50435049372364497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/50435049372364497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/04/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-5194970800919055491</id><published>2008-04-15T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:36:44.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch and Kick</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just kept poking at an open wound fully knowing its gonna hurt? Not someone else's wound, but your own. There is something about wanting to know what that pain feels like, even though you already know. You know there's going to be pain, but you just do it anyway. And you don't even brace yourself for it, you just do it. And then when you're finished, you want to do it again, like you just forgot what that pain felt like. Then you tell yourself you really don't want to do it again, but the next day comes, and you do it again and it hurts again.&lt;br /&gt;Today i attempted to heal that wound with aggressively walking the shit out my legs, punching the hell out of a punching bag, and wacking the skin off of golf balls. I'm not gonna to tell you if it worked or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-5194970800919055491?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/5194970800919055491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=5194970800919055491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5194970800919055491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5194970800919055491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/04/punch-and-kick.html' title='Punch and Kick'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6523331853058581094</id><published>2008-04-09T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:13:16.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R_0HGlIekgI/AAAAAAAAABo/cCT2H2dOxuA/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R_0HGlIekgI/AAAAAAAAABo/cCT2H2dOxuA/s200/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187310155428958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like today is the slowest day on the face of the planet.  I wish it wasn't.  I want it to go by fast, not that I have anything to do.  Right now I am looking up differences in dog food brands.  There is nothing more I can say to that.  I think yesterday was the first day I was actually busy, but now I am bored again.  There is something very frustrating about today and I just can't seem to pinpoint it.  I think my brain is empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6523331853058581094?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6523331853058581094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6523331853058581094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6523331853058581094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6523331853058581094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/04/dog-food.html' title='Dog Food'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R_0HGlIekgI/AAAAAAAAABo/cCT2H2dOxuA/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-5410295866271354064</id><published>2008-04-08T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:59:47.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over zealous excititivity</title><content type='html'>So, I have known all along, but I have a problem with getting overly excited about certain things (well mostly everything), then end up getting bitch-slapped in the face.  I don't mind that I'm good at being easily amused, it makes for a happy person.  At one time, there were few days when I wasn't in a good mood.  Maybe not necessarily in a good mood, but not a bad one.  Now a days, those come few and far between.  So, I guess, the one thing I do is when something good does come along, I get overly excited.  Dammit I say!&lt;br /&gt;There is no need.  I know everytime I do it too.  I get excited and then I say to myself, hold on, there is no need for this amount of enthusiasm yet, maybe soon, but not yet.  But what am I to do when I love being happy and excited?   But the days when the reason for the excitement was all a lie, those suck.  It's like I know disappointment will come.  Maybe not everytime, but I should at least be ready for it, and I'm not.  I don't let myself be ready for it, but somehow subconciously I am waiting.   I guess I thrive on those few precious moments of absolute happyness.  They  seem worth it.  Somehow...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-5410295866271354064?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/5410295866271354064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=5410295866271354064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5410295866271354064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5410295866271354064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/04/over-zealous-excititivity.html' title='over zealous excititivity'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1716211108711547651</id><published>2008-04-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:44:33.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>barbed and bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R_KChHog67I/AAAAAAAAABc/3T3EXAhIGDs/s1600-h/shannons+camera+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R_KChHog67I/AAAAAAAAABc/3T3EXAhIGDs/s200/shannons+camera+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184349626553134002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at a coffee shop waiting to pick up my cousin's wife to go to the airport. I'm suppose to be searching for a job so that I don't have to work for "the man" aka Emily, my whole life. She is by far the most controlling boss ever..... I'm am instead reading by far the best blog I've read in a long time. &lt;a href="http://www.progblogstl.blogspot.com/"&gt;KBO&lt;/a&gt; shares the same passion for karaoke as I do, and this is proof. I would profess my undying love or karaoke as well, but that will be a whole nother day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a guy walks in, wearing the whole black button down short sleeved shirt, square point dress shoes, crew cut and looks like he works out. I then noticed the barbed tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please explain to me the significance of a barbed wire tattoo. I do not understand why people get them. I think half the people who own tattoos have one, either way I've seen them way too much. I thought the point of getting something inked on your body was for uniqueness that no one else had. Now, I will mention, I do know two people who have Air Jordan, and they will argue you to the death about how awesome it is. And I will say, these are two pretty cool people. it's funny ...&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to the barbed wire. How come that every person either has it on thier calf or bicep. I don't need to tell you how many football players at MSU had one. Why? I will bet you a million dollars that 3 in every 5 tattooed persons in springfield, mo has one, man or woman, it doens't matter. Does it mean you're strong, b/c I've seen plenty of teethless women who are not strong. I wonder when dudes go work out at the gym with their ripped sleevless t-shirts compare not only the size of thier biceps, but the size of their barbs on the wire. And what is the point of having it in the middle of your calf? really? Maybe it's a status symbol i just don't know about.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have two tattoos, and I really like them. I don't think any one else has them. Maybe my next one will be barbed wire around my toe. I wonder if they make barbs that small?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-1716211108711547651?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1716211108711547651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1716211108711547651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1716211108711547651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1716211108711547651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/04/barbed-and-bored.html' title='barbed and bored'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R_KChHog67I/AAAAAAAAABc/3T3EXAhIGDs/s72-c/shannons+camera+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-2558842615945038976</id><published>2008-03-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:48:47.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R-AAcEqEA8I/AAAAAAAAABE/f14tqGm1TeY/s1600-h/st+pats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179140053762573250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R-AAcEqEA8I/AAAAAAAAABE/f14tqGm1TeY/s320/st+pats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE St. Patricks day! And I had such a great one this year! No, a great two! And I'm going to over use exclamations! I went to chicago to celebrate on Saturday with Sherri and Jessica and all her friends. Wow, good times! All I need to say is Pedro/Carlos! Then recovered on Sunday with a wretched hungover drive home. Then I woke up to another great St. Patricks on Monday! Rumor has it that it may be the last one in Dogtown, which would totally suck! The reason why I love the one there is because rain or shine the true Irish are always there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-2558842615945038976?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/2558842615945038976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=2558842615945038976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2558842615945038976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/2558842615945038976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-irish.html' title='Oh, Irish'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R-AAcEqEA8I/AAAAAAAAABE/f14tqGm1TeY/s72-c/st+pats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-7896835386863181403</id><published>2008-02-28T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:08:44.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Long</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I have nothing exciting to talk about.  I have been out of comission for awhile due to shitty circumstances.  I have been watching way too much tv, including the most aweful movie ever made, Snakes on a Plane.  Which was so bad, that it didn't even cross over to the funny side.  However, I did learn last night that the movie was pretty much written by fans or wannabe writers.  There was so much hype about how bad the movie was going to be, that they let the fans write it, threw bits and pieces together from a variety of people and then made a movie.  It was aweful, don't ever do that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-7896835386863181403?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/7896835386863181403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=7896835386863181403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7896835386863181403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/7896835386863181403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-long.html' title='Too Long'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6157180941748841305</id><published>2008-01-28T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:43:49.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R56EyV97s3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fchHf_OAmH8/s1600-h/chicago+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R56EyV97s3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fchHf_OAmH8/s320/chicago+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160708223438402418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man....i definitely needed Chicago. No doubt about that!!! I had so much fun. You know I think I could live there. i love that I can walk anywhere. THanks Jessica and all her friends. The flights were fine. I had a little bit of a delay, but at least I got there. People are seriously rude at the airport...and they confiscated my lotion, which i didn't really like, but still, they let my knitting needles on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6157180941748841305?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6157180941748841305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6157180941748841305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6157180941748841305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6157180941748841305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/01/dance-party.html' title='dance party'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R56EyV97s3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fchHf_OAmH8/s72-c/chicago+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-6760858897379587446</id><published>2008-01-25T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:49:41.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Excursion</title><content type='html'>YEAH CHICAGO!  That's where i get to go this weekend and visit my bff, jessica!!  I am so excited and definitely needed this.  I'm so tired of being stressed out and frustrated, i just needed a good weekend so relax, and have fun.  It's one of her roommates birthdays, so it should be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R5og2197s2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4lgY4Yh2CE/s1600-h/www.knitty.com-calorimetrySIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R5og2197s2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4lgY4Yh2CE/s320/www.knitty.com-calorimetrySIDE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159472449678193506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't finish my sis' scarf I'm going to take up a new project for the plane ride and L trips.  It's called a Calorimetry, it's a head warmer/ear warmer.  It looks really compfy and a super quick knit.  I'm going to knit it in Debbie Bliss SoHo yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm glad that Southwest changed its boarding policy and I will feel a little less like cattle than previous experiences of standing in line sitting on luggage.  Isn't it kinda interesting that grown adults would seriously butt people to get a better seat on a less than 1-hour flight?  I got butted twice one time!  The outrage...i totally called them on it too..haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-6760858897379587446?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/6760858897379587446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=6760858897379587446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6760858897379587446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/6760858897379587446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/01/small-excursion.html' title='Small Excursion'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R5og2197s2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4lgY4Yh2CE/s72-c/www.knitty.com-calorimetrySIDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-5657437443043636961</id><published>2008-01-17T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:13:01.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wOrky OUty</title><content type='html'>(ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the unique spelling format of abilious, i've been a wOrky OUty lately.  I seriously think that i have a two-pack, and i'm not talking about these two steller A cups i have.  Seriously, a two pack. I think this is the first time without having the rest of my body look like a 200 lb linebacker of 5"4'.   No, i don't not miss field hockey in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been playing racquetball...well, twice.  Me and the wall are best friends.  I had a bruise on my knee about the size of a baseball, one on my calf from my other foot hitting my leg when i ran into the wall, one on my hip and one on my elbow.  This is a fun sport, you run around in a small room, slamming into walls and hitting a small rubber ball as hard as you can without trying to run into the other player.  OOOoooOO..  sounds real sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-5657437443043636961?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/5657437443043636961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=5657437443043636961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5657437443043636961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/5657437443043636961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/01/worky-outy.html' title='wOrky OUty'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845453712620018145.post-1812464685203065490</id><published>2008-01-14T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:02:06.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R4_6dm310PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dTp9fh7Rmoo/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R4_6dm310PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dTp9fh7Rmoo/s320/DSC00384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156615484920418546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've gotten a little farther on lauren's scarf. However, I think it's different than the first one. But that's ok. I'm trying right. I have the pattern for the scarf I'm going to knit my mom, it's really pretty for her bright red coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having issues with my purse. Not really sure which one i want to use, I don't really want any of them. I think i'm going to knit a new one. I found a really cool pattern for a cable knit one. I have to buy the pattern. mmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/845453712620018145-1812464685203065490?l=knittingthetownred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/feeds/1812464685203065490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=845453712620018145&amp;postID=1812464685203065490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1812464685203065490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/845453712620018145/posts/default/1812464685203065490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingthetownred.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-huh.html' title='work huh?'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13435601219823465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-fT6fgM35o/R4_6dm310PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dTp9fh7Rmoo/s72-c/DSC00384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
