<?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-8040229681964861881</id><updated>2012-02-10T21:23:02.668-08:00</updated><category term='new recipe'/><category term='make things'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='Baby G'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Spoil Your Dinner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4402035615273118850</id><published>2012-02-10T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T21:23:02.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Internets</title><content type='html'>So I've been hanging out on Pinterest for the past few weeks. It seems to be a lady-thing and I'm not totally sure why. I think it could be a useful way to store info for later. Recipes I'd like to try, craft projects for someday, decorating ideas or your more manly interests. Mustache grooming techniques? It is fun to see what your friends are into. It is also pretty interesting to see what is popular over all pinners. I was expecting the clothes, cats, foods and babies. There are a few trends that have surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair styles. Not haircuts, but types of braids and buns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inspirational/funny/sassy quotes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photos of skinny ''hot" ladies as motivation to get in shape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funky ways to paint your nails. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;Unrelated to pinnings, I've also come across some new-to-me things to follow. A pretty &lt;a href="http://mossandivy.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. A &lt;a href="http://www.etsystalkers.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;idea I wish I had thought of. &amp;nbsp;And a stellar &lt;a href="http://awesomepeoplereading.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumbler&lt;/a&gt; that I've been following for a while. APR speaks to a specific corner of myself that I had almost forgotten about. Hard to beat that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4402035615273118850?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4402035615273118850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4402035615273118850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4402035615273118850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4402035615273118850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/02/around-internets.html' title='Around the Internets'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7021578483176140122</id><published>2012-02-02T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T13:17:38.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard From the Next Room...</title><content type='html'>"Mommy. Baby. Hey, hey, hey!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7021578483176140122?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7021578483176140122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7021578483176140122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7021578483176140122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7021578483176140122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/02/overheard-from-next-room.html' title='Overheard From the Next Room...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4302230137779526025</id><published>2012-01-31T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:45:31.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Out-of-Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here we are, right in the middle of another northwest winter. In spite of the soggy-grayness I've been compelled to venture in outdoors. Two weeks ago we had a very snowy week here in Seattle. You may have heard, NPR was all abuzz. I love snow. Snow is one of the few things that I miss about my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utah"&gt;home state&lt;/a&gt;. When I was a kid my mother would occasionally wake me with, "There is a surprise for you outside." This "surprise" was always the same thing. It was always snow. I've never had to heart to tell her that it was no longer a surprise. It only occurs to me now that this was a little bit of a joke. When we got our snow I couldn't resist, I greeted G with "There is a surprise for you outside!" Keeping the tradition alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here she is contemplating the snow. I just love the vibrant colors of her outfit against the blanket of white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3H08dg-_ZE/Tygzd1PDiVI/AAAAAAAANAM/xx5zWFRMOVQ/s1600/P1040292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3H08dg-_ZE/Tygzd1PDiVI/AAAAAAAANAM/xx5zWFRMOVQ/s400/P1040292.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last weekend we ventured out again. We were invited to spend the weekend at our &lt;a href="http://thuters.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend's&lt;/a&gt; lovely home on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hood_Canal"&gt;Hood Canal&lt;/a&gt;. It is gorgeous out there! We had such a great time. It was pretty idyllic: walks on the beach, wind rustling the pines, crackling fire, exceptional home-cooked meals, catching up with friends. G had fun too. She especially loved &amp;nbsp;hanging out with their dog, Coco the Chow Chow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wS9UyaYm3oA/TygzPcmhUoI/AAAAAAAANAE/36QfxGzfH28/s1600/P1040420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wS9UyaYm3oA/TygzPcmhUoI/AAAAAAAANAE/36QfxGzfH28/s400/P1040420.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4302230137779526025?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4302230137779526025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4302230137779526025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4302230137779526025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4302230137779526025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/01/out-of-doors.html' title='The Out-of-Doors'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3H08dg-_ZE/Tygzd1PDiVI/AAAAAAAANAM/xx5zWFRMOVQ/s72-c/P1040292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8274498478421882820</id><published>2012-01-25T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:09:04.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas to Me</title><content type='html'>SV and I didn't exchange gifts this year. We decided to save our Christmas pennies for a fabulous trip to Hawaii. Yes, we will be visiting &lt;i&gt;The Aloha State&lt;/i&gt; very soon. It would be impossible to exaggerate how excited I am about this trip. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did receive several lovely gifts. I also treated myself to some niceties. I happened to see an ad for an &lt;a href="http://www.papershadows.com/index.html"&gt;artist &lt;/a&gt;who does hand-cut silhouettes. She was setting up at a local shop and taking walk-ins. We decided to walk in. She was amazing! She was able to capture G's likeness in just a few minutes. I couldn't be happier with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/12/lovelies.html"&gt;sweater vases&lt;/a&gt; from a few posts back? I discovered them, post-holiday, at a deeply discounted price. Maybe I'm the only one who likes them. I have to say that I find them cozy in a way that only cable-knit ceramics can be. Now my mantel had a fresh look for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZr4sQ5bJAs/TyDXLWDzzaI/AAAAAAAAMws/XJy6taGm3Qs/s1600/P1040344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZr4sQ5bJAs/TyDXLWDzzaI/AAAAAAAAMws/XJy6taGm3Qs/s640/P1040344.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8274498478421882820?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8274498478421882820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8274498478421882820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8274498478421882820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8274498478421882820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-christmas-to-me.html' title='Happy Christmas to Me'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZr4sQ5bJAs/TyDXLWDzzaI/AAAAAAAAMws/XJy6taGm3Qs/s72-c/P1040344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4228349552121370999</id><published>2012-01-20T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:38:59.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Baby G is learning to walk. She can totally do it, but she is being cautious (as is her way). As soon as she realizes that she is walking on her own she freezes and decides to crawl. Yesterday our family had a moment that reminded me of a Van Gough painting. Aside from the sunshine, idyllic countryside and impressionist glow it was exactly like this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSwUH-UDtkw/TxnCEoe4hiI/AAAAAAAAMek/5gUrmoBX-bE/s1600/first+steps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSwUH-UDtkw/TxnCEoe4hiI/AAAAAAAAMek/5gUrmoBX-bE/s400/first+steps.jpg" width="400" /&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/8040229681964861881-4228349552121370999?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4228349552121370999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4228349552121370999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4228349552121370999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4228349552121370999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/01/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSwUH-UDtkw/TxnCEoe4hiI/AAAAAAAAMek/5gUrmoBX-bE/s72-c/first+steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2878275757667041637</id><published>2012-01-17T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:37:34.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>Lefse</title><content type='html'>We decided to make &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-lefse.htm"&gt;lefse&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;last weekend. And by make I mean pick up the made pastry and add layers of butter and sugar. Yum. We found fresh lefse dough at &lt;a href="http://www.larsensbakery.com/"&gt;Larsen's Danish Bakery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to experiment a little with the quantities, but ended up with a nice dessert. It was also the perfect opportunity to introduce G to the electric mixer. I think they will be good friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ1j43TO38o/TxZXNhOtqFI/AAAAAAAAMOE/Rtz430lu72g/s1600/P1040209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ1j43TO38o/TxZXNhOtqFI/AAAAAAAAMOE/Rtz430lu72g/s400/P1040209.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2878275757667041637?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2878275757667041637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2878275757667041637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2878275757667041637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2878275757667041637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/01/lefse.html' title='Lefse'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ1j43TO38o/TxZXNhOtqFI/AAAAAAAAMOE/Rtz430lu72g/s72-c/P1040209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6918341539068632848</id><published>2012-01-11T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>I Can See it Now</title><content type='html'>G has been a milestone pro, until now. She smiled, tracked objects, mastered the Pincer grasp and crawled as if on cue. &amp;nbsp;She has had the appropriate number of vowel and consonant sounds. Everything has been by-the-book. Not ahead of schedule, not behind. This has been very comforting to her parents (who tend to worry). There is one, pretty important, milestone that she seems to have skipped. Teeth. She is 14+ months old and has ZERO teeth. &amp;nbsp;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.ada.org/3084.aspx"&gt;ADA&lt;/a&gt; she could have up to eight teeth by now. All off her friends are rocking three or four pearlies. Our pediatrician said not to worry until her 15 month checkup. This appointment is looming on my calendar. Just a few short weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a weak moment, I googled "born without teeth". Before I had typed the word "teeth", I got the following search suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;born without a face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;born without a brain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;born without blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;born without a uterus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;born without a body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;born without eyelids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike most medical internet searches, this one eased my fears. Mostly by distraction me for a good long while. Most of those searches brought bogus youtube &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0XdbL4oWic"&gt;clips&lt;/a&gt;. It did get me thinking that "born without teeth" sounds like a Lifetime movie. I can see it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born Without Teeth: The Baby G Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000132/"&gt;Claire Danes&lt;/a&gt; as D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005493/"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/a&gt; as SV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/column/chartbeat/blue-ivy-carter-youngest-person-ever-to-1005846902.story#/column/chartbeat/blue-ivy-carter-youngest-person-ever-to-1005846902.story"&gt;Blue Ivy Carter&lt;/a&gt; as Baby G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6918341539068632848?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6918341539068632848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6918341539068632848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6918341539068632848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6918341539068632848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-see-it-now.html' title='I Can See it Now'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4614501166205042803</id><published>2012-01-03T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>2011: Photo Review</title><content type='html'>I'm borrowing the idea for this post from Hong over at &lt;a href="http://www.seasonsforcake.com/"&gt;Seasons for Cake&lt;/a&gt;. Isn't her blog lovely? I wish I had her photography skills (and nice camera). I suppose learning to take better photos would be a fun project this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was pretty great. Here are some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We attended many soccer matches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfPINIj03wo/TwNz08BUxAI/AAAAAAAAMIE/MXSLPC5J0Cg/s1600/P1020503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfPINIj03wo/TwNz08BUxAI/AAAAAAAAMIE/MXSLPC5J0Cg/s320/P1020503.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spent some time in the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86Hfz-Hglpc/TwN0HK62knI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/H6xXkP1y8U8/s1600/P1020521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86Hfz-Hglpc/TwN0HK62knI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/H6xXkP1y8U8/s320/P1020521.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Took a trip to La Push. It was G's introduction to the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qx8m7NA-_c/TwN0f0Q8ljI/AAAAAAAAMIg/Un4pnLdcodc/s1600/P1020860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qx8m7NA-_c/TwN0f0Q8ljI/AAAAAAAAMIg/Un4pnLdcodc/s320/P1020860.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A second trip to the ocean. This time in California.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E4D08zclo_s/TwN0olxlPfI/AAAAAAAAMIs/f-Uj0Q2GMxs/s1600/P1020896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E4D08zclo_s/TwN0olxlPfI/AAAAAAAAMIs/f-Uj0Q2GMxs/s320/P1020896.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We attended a particularly lovely wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi_dwxQPhrA/TwN4x4aPQ3I/AAAAAAAAMJw/OyhYTCofGtk/s1600/P1020944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi_dwxQPhrA/TwN4x4aPQ3I/AAAAAAAAMJw/OyhYTCofGtk/s320/P1020944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took a few trips to the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcIqv6lHv8Q/TwN00YRDb7I/AAAAAAAAMI0/OAoO_WpOP_U/s1600/P1030060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcIqv6lHv8Q/TwN00YRDb7I/AAAAAAAAMI0/OAoO_WpOP_U/s320/P1030060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We celebrated a special birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtq55tvc9hs/TwN1YTeJYSI/AAAAAAAAMJY/nQa-fc-bqMg/s1600/P1030741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtq55tvc9hs/TwN1YTeJYSI/AAAAAAAAMJY/nQa-fc-bqMg/s320/P1030741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And spent lots of time playing and creating memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNJyD3PoQ10/TwN1UyA99WI/AAAAAAAAMJQ/6k2lR4TE8Ak/s1600/P1030633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNJyD3PoQ10/TwN1UyA99WI/AAAAAAAAMJQ/6k2lR4TE8Ak/s320/P1030633.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4614501166205042803?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4614501166205042803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4614501166205042803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4614501166205042803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4614501166205042803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-photo-review.html' title='2011: Photo Review'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfPINIj03wo/TwNz08BUxAI/AAAAAAAAMIE/MXSLPC5J0Cg/s72-c/P1020503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2864524376881024901</id><published>2012-01-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>2011 in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I found two versions of this questionnaire. I decided to make a mashup and only answer the questions that suited me. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;So many things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;The first that comes to mind is taking swim lessons. Well, they were really G's swim lessons, but I learned a bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't make any last year, but usually do. I have a bunch for 2012. It seems that a theme is emerging of being a better adult. Specifics to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes! We've been so lucky to welcome some friends to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;No. I feel like I'm jinxing us by typing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't use my passport in 2011. We did have some enjoyable trips in the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What date from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;G's first birthday! It was such a joyous day. We celebrated with dear friends and family who made her first year extra special. It bring tears to my eyes to think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Creating new friendships and strengthening existing ones. I've made a few missteps along the way, but I'm getting better at this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest failure?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;So many small ones. Most involve my foot in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you suffer illness or injury?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;No. Aside from a few colds, I've been pretty healthy. Again, I feel like I'm jinxing myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the best thing you bought?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I bought some boots that I'm pretty excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I have such great friends. I'd like to give props my friends without kids. You guys have graciously meet us where we are (wherever that may be) and embraced our family. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Why can't they just let the kids be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where did most of your money go?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What song will always remind you of 2012?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Make Some Noise" by B Boys (big shock, I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;"Crawl" by Casper Babypants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;big world, little feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Geneva; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;small hands will move to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Geneva; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;your toys and sugar sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Geneva; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you start to crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;happier or sadder? happier&lt;br /&gt;thinner or fatter? thinner&lt;br /&gt;richer or poorer? a little poorer, but doing alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wish you'd done more of?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Read, cook, watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you wish you'd done less of?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Second-guess myself. Isn't that the worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How did you spend the holidays?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Holding a kid with a double ear infection. It was such a bummer, but she is totally fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you fall in love in 2011?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes! No new loves, just more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Fail. I'm still rocking ill-fitting postpartum ware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Whom did you miss?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;My parents, in a whole new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;To say yes to fun. No matter how filthy your house or empty the cupboard, an invitation to the zoo is the correct choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;23. What did you do on your birthday?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I dined at Pair with SV and a five-month-old G. It was lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eight uninterrupted hours of sleep. This happened one time in 2011. I'm hopping to increase that number this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;25. What kept you sane?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yoga. Honestly it could have been anything that counts as me time. Yep, I just said "me time". Barf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to hear all about your 2011! You know you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2864524376881024901?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2864524376881024901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2864524376881024901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2864524376881024901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2864524376881024901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-in-nutshell.html' title='2011 in a Nutshell'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8565504803366276309</id><published>2011-12-29T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:21:11.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><title type='text'>Origami Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ended up doing some unexpected crafting for the holidays. One of the things we gifted this year were some pretty brooches. I ordered them from Etsy and when they arrived I realized that I needed to find packaging that reflected their uniqueness. After finding nothing that would work, I decided to make my own boxes. It turns out that there are a bunch of tutorials for origami boxes online. I used&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.origami-instructions.com/origami-box.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one. Pretty cute, huh? They are super easy and fun to make. I'm kinda addicted now. I keep looking for (and finding) excuses to make more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJncNHdDdaM/TwKCFVoLqUI/AAAAAAAAMHw/KGFStrkpIfk/s1600/P1030945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJncNHdDdaM/TwKCFVoLqUI/AAAAAAAAMHw/KGFStrkpIfk/s400/P1030945.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8565504803366276309?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8565504803366276309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8565504803366276309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8565504803366276309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8565504803366276309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/12/origami-boxes.html' title='Origami Boxes'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJncNHdDdaM/TwKCFVoLqUI/AAAAAAAAMHw/KGFStrkpIfk/s72-c/P1030945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2695712911927610670</id><published>2011-12-12T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:58:57.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While Xmas shopping this year I keep coming across lovely things that aren't quite right for the folks on my list. &amp;nbsp;Here is a quick tour of what I'm not buying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5mvkT8GJJk/TufON7wnOdI/AAAAAAAALb0/1Jp5O-B_Bvk/s1600/073254_011_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5mvkT8GJJk/TufON7wnOdI/AAAAAAAALb0/1Jp5O-B_Bvk/s320/073254_011_b.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=073254&amp;amp;catId=SHOPSALE-DINING&amp;amp;pushId=SHOPSALE-DINING&amp;amp;popId=SHOPSALE&amp;amp;navCount=18&amp;amp;color=011&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;templateType=D"&gt;pretty plate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8gaLWgXPMqE/TufOQ5GuqiI/AAAAAAAALb8/8y6KQvd3BhQ/s1600/TBUNR_01_200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8gaLWgXPMqE/TufOQ5GuqiI/AAAAAAAALb8/8y6KQvd3BhQ/s320/TBUNR_01_200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;awww...everything &lt;a href="http://www.figsandginger.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is pretty cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fahExvUjuw/TufOzd60LsI/AAAAAAAALcE/5FeMhvt3u5M/s1600/636x460openneck_girls_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fahExvUjuw/TufOzd60LsI/AAAAAAAALcE/5FeMhvt3u5M/s320/636x460openneck_girls_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/2410/Le_Voyage/tab,girls/"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt; is so awesome&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDzhy7v_IdM/TuZTCRuREjI/AAAAAAAALbs/oJCHm5n2vdo/s1600/SweaterVasesHG11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDzhy7v_IdM/TuZTCRuREjI/AAAAAAAALbs/oJCHm5n2vdo/s320/SweaterVasesHG11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and on &lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/sale/christmas-sale/sweater-large-vase/s226401"&gt;sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJT1gl1vsY/TuZS-V0GncI/AAAAAAAALbU/_t68hU1ZzaU/s1600/3cf6ff3c30a5232f26444db83b20b4a3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJT1gl1vsY/TuZS-V0GncI/AAAAAAAALbU/_t68hU1ZzaU/s320/3cf6ff3c30a5232f26444db83b20b4a3.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oui, &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/shop/handbags/i-wanna-france-with-somebody-bag"&gt;french&lt;/a&gt; nerd over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2695712911927610670?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2695712911927610670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2695712911927610670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2695712911927610670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2695712911927610670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/12/lovelies.html' title='Lovelies'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5mvkT8GJJk/TufON7wnOdI/AAAAAAAALb0/1Jp5O-B_Bvk/s72-c/073254_011_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1744669847490380852</id><published>2011-11-30T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:09:41.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Banks of the Seine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have a bunch of posts rattling around in my head. I'd like to tell you, kind reader, about so many things. Soon, I hope. I just can't seem to focus on much these days. One thing that I can focus on is daydreaming of getting away. There are three locations that often nestle in my brain, depending on the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For times when Seattle is so very gray and I feel like a fresh start, the daydream is of Berkeley. My imagination has been completely captured. I'd buy my wine from my friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kermitlynch.com/"&gt;Kermit Lynch&lt;/a&gt;. My cheeses would come from &lt;a href="http://cheeseboardcollective.coop/"&gt;The Cheese Board&lt;/a&gt;. I'd eat fresh and local every day and dine at &lt;a href="http://www.chezpanisse.com/reservations/"&gt;Chez Panisse&lt;/a&gt; as often as good taste allows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;With winter settling in my thoughts often drift to &lt;a href="http://www.gohawaii.com/"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;. I know there are some Hawaii haters out there. These are people who haven't been. It is &lt;a href="http://www.youjustmademylist.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/hawaii_beach.jpg"&gt;amazingly beautiful&lt;/a&gt; you guys! And they know how to take advantage of the beauty - lack of walls. The Kona airport is totally outside! Our Hotel lobby was outside! Entire restaurants and bars and on and on. All in the warm and beautiful outside. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Finally when the melancholy kicks in, it is all about France. I know that it is nerdy, but I can't get enough of things&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;française. I'm overly proud of my 1/2-1/4 french heritage (evidence:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;le nez&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;française below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Silly, I know. A few years back we spent a very short week in Paris. Every day since that trip I have a moment of wishing I was there. Lately I've been focused on Normandy, specifically &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mont_Saint-Michel"&gt;Mont Saint-Michel&lt;/a&gt;. I want to go to there. I think I'm overdue for a vacation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwnVSent9RQ/Tta09EAWz-I/AAAAAAAAK2g/EfWCJdxc4vA/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwnVSent9RQ/Tta09EAWz-I/AAAAAAAAK2g/EfWCJdxc4vA/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" width="400" /&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/8040229681964861881-1744669847490380852?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1744669847490380852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1744669847490380852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1744669847490380852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1744669847490380852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-banks-of-seine.html' title='On the Banks of the Seine'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwnVSent9RQ/Tta09EAWz-I/AAAAAAAAK2g/EfWCJdxc4vA/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2138108434130084459</id><published>2011-10-28T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Baby G's first birthday is fast approaching. As a naturally sentimental lady, this day is loaded. The past twelve months have easily been the best of my life. I'm trying to keep the mushiness in check, but it keeps spilling out. I am "that mom" who is teary about her baby growing up so fast, about the tiny clothes that no longer fit and on and on. Simultaneously I can't wait for what is to come. Walking, talking and all the big kid fun. I suppose that I'll have to transition to calling her Toddler G, but not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ujYe24XmIY/Tqr6XQQ4HcI/AAAAAAAAJ2s/4K67PH-JAxU/s1600/P1030456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ujYe24XmIY/Tqr6XQQ4HcI/AAAAAAAAJ2s/4K67PH-JAxU/s400/P1030456.JPG" width="400" /&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/8040229681964861881-2138108434130084459?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2138108434130084459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2138108434130084459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2138108434130084459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2138108434130084459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ujYe24XmIY/Tqr6XQQ4HcI/AAAAAAAAJ2s/4K67PH-JAxU/s72-c/P1030456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1780306515833345045</id><published>2011-10-13T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>I Got Stripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93Rx-VzY-Zc/TpcklWkuMRI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/_O_VjaGGkRk/s1600/P1030201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93Rx-VzY-Zc/TpcklWkuMRI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/_O_VjaGGkRk/s320/P1030201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've got some mad stripy fashions going on over here. I was going through G's next batch of clothes (12-18 months!) and noticed a trend. &amp;nbsp;I'm only responsible for three of these items, the rest are hand-me-downs.&amp;nbsp;I know that stripes are so last year, but I&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3dCxWlz1Fc"&gt;lurve&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;them. If I could go around looking like a french sailor everyday I totally would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1780306515833345045?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1780306515833345045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1780306515833345045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1780306515833345045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1780306515833345045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-got-stripes.html' title='I Got Stripes'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93Rx-VzY-Zc/TpcklWkuMRI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/_O_VjaGGkRk/s72-c/P1030201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6625358240519075700</id><published>2011-10-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:26:40.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><title type='text'>Coming Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDNXKwciSJU/TpchdM3AbFI/AAAAAAAAJME/xEPx6Swt_3c/s1600/P1030371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDNXKwciSJU/TpchdM3AbFI/AAAAAAAAJME/xEPx6Swt_3c/s320/P1030371.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SV and G spent a few hours at the &lt;a href="http://www.zoo.org/"&gt;zoo&lt;/a&gt; this weekend. I took the opportunity to pull out my very dusty sewing machine. That time may have been better spent doing dishes, folding laundry, cleaning toilets and so on. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6625358240519075700?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6625358240519075700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6625358240519075700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6625358240519075700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6625358240519075700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/10/coming-together.html' title='Coming Together'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDNXKwciSJU/TpchdM3AbFI/AAAAAAAAJME/xEPx6Swt_3c/s72-c/P1030371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8862960015380577855</id><published>2011-09-29T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:19:10.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was our third summer in our house, but the first that we didn't plant a garden. We wanted to plant one, it just never happened. A side effect of parenthood. I know that some new parents can do such things. I know now that I am not that mother. I did discover that some things do thrive on neglect. This lovely cherry tomato plant is a volunteer! Is there any chance that we will get enough sun for these babies to ripen before it is too late? Stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2h13Xfbsvjg/ToU-gB9iKXI/AAAAAAAAJJ8/voiDSMXqvi4/s1600/P1030193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2h13Xfbsvjg/ToU-gB9iKXI/AAAAAAAAJJ8/voiDSMXqvi4/s320/P1030193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did miss having my own vegetable garden this year. I especially missed having fresh herbs just waiting to be plucked and made into pesto. I think that an herb garden is a totally achievable goal for summer 2012.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8862960015380577855?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8862960015380577855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8862960015380577855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8862960015380577855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8862960015380577855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/09/volunteers.html' title='Volunteers'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2h13Xfbsvjg/ToU-gB9iKXI/AAAAAAAAJJ8/voiDSMXqvi4/s72-c/P1030193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-101792376610461191</id><published>2011-09-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>The New Owl</title><content type='html'>The owl has been king of baby decor for the past few years. You can find a owl on every imaginable baby product. An owl themed baby shower? Nursery? Indy-designed item? &lt;a href="http://www.partypail.com/happi-tree-baby-shower.html?gclid=CODHtrP0uasCFSkbQgodXgFkdg"&gt;Check&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dwellstudio.com/designer-baby-boutique/dwellstudio-collections/owls-collection.html?limit=all"&gt;check&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/search_results.php?search_type=all&amp;amp;includes%5B0%5D=tags_exact&amp;amp;search_query=owl+nursery&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;check&lt;/a&gt;. I totally get it. That little owl is so stinking cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've seen some speculation about what the new owl will be.&amp;nbsp;Some&amp;nbsp;say &lt;a href="http://www.prudentbaby.com/2011/01/fox-is-new-owl.html"&gt;fox&lt;/a&gt;. Others are predicting&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.strollertraffic.com/traffic-log/article/giraffes-are-the-new-owl/"&gt;giraffe&lt;/a&gt;. I'd like to be the first to throw goat into the ring. Yes, goats to be the new owl. Take a quick look around my kid's room for evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0ejQuJtMsk/Tn-aR-RcUBI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/YpjbpfAVlaA/s1600/P1030165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0ejQuJtMsk/Tn-aR-RcUBI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/YpjbpfAVlaA/s320/P1030165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is one of G's favorite books, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/G-Goat-Patricia-Polacco/dp/0142405507/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1"&gt;"G is for Goat" &lt;/a&gt;(notice nothing but 5 star ratings). Her curtains, that her grandmother and I made, sewn with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/20163468/"&gt;fabric&lt;/a&gt; from IKEA. I framed some of the scrap fabric to highlight details of the design. What do you know? Goats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RK7zzlsZHw/Tn-ajPjdu4I/AAAAAAAAI_k/Kpr-qjm0e9s/s1600/P1030186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RK7zzlsZHw/Tn-ajPjdu4I/AAAAAAAAI_k/Kpr-qjm0e9s/s320/P1030186.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S75gqu40cwU/Tn-aZ8XwjZI/AAAAAAAAI_c/2WmZjq2me6w/s1600/P1030173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S75gqu40cwU/Tn-aZ8XwjZI/AAAAAAAAI_c/2WmZjq2me6w/s320/P1030173.jpg" width="240" /&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/8040229681964861881-101792376610461191?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/101792376610461191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=101792376610461191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/101792376610461191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/101792376610461191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-owl.html' title='The New Owl'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0ejQuJtMsk/Tn-aR-RcUBI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/YpjbpfAVlaA/s72-c/P1030165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7805961116225614147</id><published>2011-09-25T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:15:50.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><title type='text'>What Could I Be Up To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qm4V1JsJbU0/Tn-JzmVA_2I/AAAAAAAAI_U/55l5XGr6CmQ/s1600/P1030158.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qm4V1JsJbU0/Tn-JzmVA_2I/AAAAAAAAI_U/55l5XGr6CmQ/s400/P1030158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656391176555659106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7805961116225614147?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7805961116225614147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7805961116225614147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7805961116225614147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7805961116225614147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-could-i-be-up-to.html' title='What Could I Be Up To?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qm4V1JsJbU0/Tn-JzmVA_2I/AAAAAAAAI_U/55l5XGr6CmQ/s72-c/P1030158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8049356713295075244</id><published>2011-07-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Enjoyment</title><content type='html'>I've been having kinda a weird/stressful/sad time. To counteract this, I've been working on being conscious of what brings me small (and big) joys and am integrating those things into my day. Some things I've been enjoying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beastieboys.com/"&gt;Hot Sauce Committee Part Two&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bluescholars.com/blog/"&gt;Cinemetropolis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-watching 30 Rock on Netflix streaming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New &lt;a href="http://www.simpleshoes.com/productdetails.aspx?g=w&amp;amp;productID=9081&amp;amp;model=Take%20On%20Elastic"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;! I'm really bad at letting myself have new things (today I wore a shirt that I've had since 8th grade).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Seattle Sounders are scoring lots of goals!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having &lt;a href="http://newrootsorganics.com/"&gt;produce&lt;/a&gt; delivered right to my door.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making food for baby G with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/green-sprouts-Eco-friendly-Baby-Green/dp/B002F9MUL6"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New classes, baby swim and yoga for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My baby is a crawler. I can hardly believe it.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630537032058854722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71-Wd_BpcAk/TiOvmUqM3UI/AAAAAAAAIgI/Ccc2QROBEBE/s400/IMG_20110707_141231.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8049356713295075244?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8049356713295075244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8049356713295075244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8049356713295075244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8049356713295075244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/07/enjoyment.html' title='Enjoyment'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71-Wd_BpcAk/TiOvmUqM3UI/AAAAAAAAIgI/Ccc2QROBEBE/s72-c/IMG_20110707_141231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8446194267378475954</id><published>2011-07-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:54:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're going to be painting our living room. I'm thinking peacock. Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyxAOlULddw/ThtUc5QR84I/AAAAAAAAIfU/-nPsR8bS_Bc/s400/COLOURlovers.com-peacock_blue.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628185014711743362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8446194267378475954?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8446194267378475954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8446194267378475954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8446194267378475954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8446194267378475954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/07/color.html' title='Color'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyxAOlULddw/ThtUc5QR84I/AAAAAAAAIfU/-nPsR8bS_Bc/s72-c/COLOURlovers.com-peacock_blue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8519460471008133490</id><published>2011-05-24T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRea5zSRUxA/Tdw8OAaamGI/AAAAAAAAH98/aPHZyDoRHH8/s1600/grass.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRea5zSRUxA/Tdw8OAaamGI/AAAAAAAAH98/aPHZyDoRHH8/s400/grass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610425447123425378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a very &lt;a href="http://cliffmass.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-springs-getting-worse.html"&gt;un-Spring&lt;/a&gt; here in Seattle. Yesterday G and I hung out in our backyard for the first time. It was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8519460471008133490?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8519460471008133490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8519460471008133490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8519460471008133490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8519460471008133490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/05/grass.html' title='Grass'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRea5zSRUxA/Tdw8OAaamGI/AAAAAAAAH98/aPHZyDoRHH8/s72-c/grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7210685015683813095</id><published>2011-05-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Baby by the Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just returned from a quick trip to San Francisco. SV was attending a conference so G and I tagged along. It was lovely. Here is our trip in a nutshell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time with Family &amp;amp; Friends, China Town, &lt;a href="http://www.citylights.com/"&gt;City Lights&lt;/a&gt;, Wine, &lt;a href="http://www.shopatfavor.com/"&gt;Favor&lt;/a&gt;, Show &amp;amp; Tell, &lt;a href="http://www.cafedelapresse.com/"&gt;Cafe de la Presse&lt;/a&gt;, Walks, &lt;a href="http://www.chezpanisse.com/intro.php"&gt;Chez Panisse&lt;/a&gt;, A little Wii, &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/tv_shows/regularshow/index.html"&gt;Regular Show&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://japaneseteagardensf.com/"&gt;Japanese Tea Garden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.golden-gate-park.com/garden-of-shakespeares-flowers.html"&gt;Garden of Shakespeare's Flowers&lt;/a&gt;, Naps, &lt;a href="http://www.leopoldssf.com/"&gt;Leopold's&lt;/a&gt; and Sunshine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All with the best traveling companion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wuGlFyGogI/Tc_6m3NeQrI/AAAAAAAAH6c/EJMStNs3V5w/s400/P1020207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606975606661989042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7210685015683813095?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7210685015683813095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7210685015683813095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7210685015683813095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7210685015683813095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-by-bay.html' title='Baby by the Bay'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wuGlFyGogI/Tc_6m3NeQrI/AAAAAAAAH6c/EJMStNs3V5w/s72-c/P1020207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4515240725316033370</id><published>2011-05-14T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Complements?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;People have lots of nice things to say about the cuteness of our baby. The most common thing I hear is, "She looks just like a doll." Not a week goes by without someone commenting on the doll-like quality of my daughter. This is nice enough. People also like to say, "What a great head." I've heard this countless times. I think that they want to say, "What a great big head" but they are able to stop themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day a friend responded to a photo of me on facebook with, "Motherhood suits you." I'm sure it was meant as a complement, but it sounded more like, "Mom jeans suit you." I guess I'm happy to be seen as suited to my chosen vocation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently hosted a little get-together. At the party a friend said, "You almost have your body back." Um....almost?! I have to assume that this was meant as a complement as well. I can't help but wonder how "almost" are we talkin'? Am I 80% back? 60%? 25%? I'm well aware of the fact that I gave birth six months ago. I'm also totally fine with my body being forever changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sensitive much? Probably.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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/8040229681964861881-4515240725316033370?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4515240725316033370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4515240725316033370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4515240725316033370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4515240725316033370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/05/complements.html' title='Complements?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1820293946273295785</id><published>2011-03-24T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l79hMUwDBuM/TYvZrtijyhI/AAAAAAAAHjA/kI8bpvCtZhU/s1600/sounder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l79hMUwDBuM/TYvZrtijyhI/AAAAAAAAHjA/kI8bpvCtZhU/s400/sounder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587799107665381906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soccer season is here again! This marks our third season of soccer attendance. It also marks the start of the final season with our beloved keeper and captain &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3VFLdnqSBw"&gt;Kasey Keller&lt;/a&gt;. We took G to her first match. Well, first match outside of my uterus. She did great. She slept for the first half (thanks to the muffs). SV and I took turns walking her around during the second. Even though we didn't win the night was a success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1820293946273295785?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1820293946273295785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1820293946273295785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1820293946273295785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1820293946273295785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/03/ole-ole-ole.html' title='Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l79hMUwDBuM/TYvZrtijyhI/AAAAAAAAHjA/kI8bpvCtZhU/s72-c/sounder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1147143578974681070</id><published>2011-02-26T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Working for It</title><content type='html'>It has been a week of extremes in parenthood. This job is sometimes so hard and often joyful (cliche, I know). Let's focus on the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G laughed for the first time last night. It was awesome. She has been working on a bunch of new skills lately. She desperately wants to roll over and is working on it with the focus of a laser. Whenever she gets an opportunity she is rocking up onto her side over and over again. Diaper changes have become much more interesting. She is also perfecting the art of grabbing things. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much going on, her laughing wasn't even on my radar. Last night I was explaining to her that she is growing out of her hats, that they are popping off. I made a "pop" sound and she cracked up! Her father and I laughed (and cried). Pure joy. We've spent the day trying to get her to laugh again with no luck. She is making us work for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1147143578974681070?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1147143578974681070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1147143578974681070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1147143578974681070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1147143578974681070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/02/working-for-it.html' title='Working for It'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1379388944639787119</id><published>2011-02-16T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:20:06.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby G'/><title type='text'>Whoozit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqMjQJTgZGA/TVxI6zRgy5I/AAAAAAAAHRM/X7AQTaI1rnI/s1600/whoozit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqMjQJTgZGA/TVxI6zRgy5I/AAAAAAAAHRM/X7AQTaI1rnI/s400/whoozit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574410613811104658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G got this toy, a Whoozit, for Christmas. I have to confess that I found it to be a little intense. So many colors, so many patterns and a face that only a mother could love. I didn't really think that she'd be into it. We got Mr. Whoozit* out the other day and surprise, surprise she LOVES it. They just had a 20 minute conversation that sounded pretty enjoyable. Judging by the Amazon reviews she isn't the only baby who is loving some Whoozit. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not sure why, but it is definitely a Mr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1379388944639787119?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1379388944639787119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1379388944639787119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1379388944639787119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1379388944639787119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/02/whoozit.html' title='Whoozit?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqMjQJTgZGA/TVxI6zRgy5I/AAAAAAAAHRM/X7AQTaI1rnI/s72-c/whoozit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6172310903877251375</id><published>2011-02-03T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:22:54.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrilling</title><content type='html'>Ever wake up with random dream-words tumbling around in your head? This morning I woke with a particularly good sentence in my noggin. I have no memory of the associated dream, but it must have been thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I told him to put the Shredded Wheat in the apothecary jar!!!"&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/8040229681964861881-6172310903877251375?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6172310903877251375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6172310903877251375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6172310903877251375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6172310903877251375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/02/thrilling.html' title='Thrilling'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6039751751736777749</id><published>2011-01-10T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:26:56.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Important</title><content type='html'>In an effort to combat this Seattle winter I'm re-watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118276/"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/a&gt;. It is soooo good. We've just finished season two. If you've seen the series you know how exciting this time is. If you've been holding out, even though all of your friends keep telling you how great Buffy is, it is time to allow yourself to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this reviewing, I noticed something important. I had forgotten that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_%28Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer%29"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; was hot. He isn't my cup of tea, but objectively he is a hottie. In this world of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460627/"&gt;Bones&lt;/a&gt; it is easy to forget that David, as Angel, had presence and allure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TSu0w67WKEI/AAAAAAAAHDo/SPPCoiCWEbE/s1600/david_boreanaz_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TSu0w67WKEI/AAAAAAAAHDo/SPPCoiCWEbE/s400/david_boreanaz_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560736917463902274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing one-handed while holding a sleeping baby. Some days G will only nap in my arms. This is very sweet, but inconvenient if I want to get anything done. The result: a one-handed blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6039751751736777749?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6039751751736777749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6039751751736777749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6039751751736777749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6039751751736777749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-important.html' title='Something Important'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TSu0w67WKEI/AAAAAAAAHDo/SPPCoiCWEbE/s72-c/david_boreanaz_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1460374671267146154</id><published>2011-01-03T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:15:50.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Yep, I did it and you should too. I want to know about your 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy, childbirth and motherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;A few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;England and Wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;November 7th, G's b-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Getting that kid out (I know that ladies do this everyday, but it is still a biggie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Many small ones, nothing big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Um...childbirth is some hardcore shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Sheep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;SV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Politicians and celebrities, nobody I know in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;House payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Getting to see my daughter's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;"Pass the Mic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the Beastie Boys a lot during my pregnancy. It was my only real craving, but it had to be satisfied everyday. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;- happier or sadder? both&lt;br /&gt;- richer or poorer? getting poorer without the working&lt;br /&gt;- thinner or fatter? the latter, for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Cozy at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;No standouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Hand-me-down maternity and too small old clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Whom did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Family and a friend who moved away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Baby G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger and more vulnerable than I thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1460374671267146154?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1460374671267146154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1460374671267146154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1460374671267146154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1460374671267146154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1904123692939739810</id><published>2011-01-02T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:42:48.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pressure</title><content type='html'>I usually make a bunch of New Year's resolutions. I've decided not to make any this year. For me, at this time, it seems like the first step on the road to disappointment. Instead I made a short list of things I'd like to do more/less. No pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting together with my lady friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking of others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutting myself a break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worrying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using the "fat" word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grinding my teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repeating myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over-thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1904123692939739810?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1904123692939739810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1904123692939739810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1904123692939739810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1904123692939739810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-pressure.html' title='No Pressure'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-9013546155889161255</id><published>2010-11-30T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:42:09.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qu'est-ce TMI?</title><content type='html'>Nothing brings out the TMI like pregnancy and childbirth. I've tried to keep it in check, but this is harder than it seems. I find myself starting a story (sometimes a sentence) and realizing that there is no way of ending my story without using a word like cervix, episiotomy or meconium. Sorry. Hopefully as I get further away from recent events my conversational skills will improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TPWoVb8fqdI/AAAAAAAAGqU/YtUQwTgDcyg/s1600/7day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TPWoVb8fqdI/AAAAAAAAGqU/YtUQwTgDcyg/s400/7day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545523602408843730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like it has been impossible to capture the cuteness of G in a picture. She will be making the most adorable/funny/sweet face, I'll snap a pic and... meh. With the help of a professional we were able to get some great ones. While in the hospital a photographer stopped by our room for a complementary photo shoot. She explained that we could view the photos on their site and decide if we wanted to purchase them. Who is going to say no? And what new parents aren't going to fork over the dough? Needless to say we bought the entire photo package. I knew that SV and I were softies, but &lt;a href="http://www.bellababyphotography.com/"&gt;Bella Baby Photography&lt;/a&gt; made it an indisputable fact. Those little feet are already bigger. La sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-9013546155889161255?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/9013546155889161255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=9013546155889161255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/9013546155889161255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/9013546155889161255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/11/quest-ce-tmi.html' title='Qu&apos;est-ce TMI?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TPWoVb8fqdI/AAAAAAAAGqU/YtUQwTgDcyg/s72-c/7day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-5837484269302776981</id><published>2010-11-18T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:52:49.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>The other day I walked into the birth center at Swedish Ballard, yada yada yada, a few days later I walked out with a baby. Yes, a real human baby. And she happens to be totally awesome. Welcome to the world Baby G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TOV-45_JneI/AAAAAAAAGiA/GabKRaD7me4/s1600/big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TOV-45_JneI/AAAAAAAAGiA/GabKRaD7me4/s400/big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540974432652729826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, while brushing my teeth, I saw the eyes of a stranger in the mirror. I'm attributing this to one of three possibilities: a hallucination brought on by sleep deprivation, the good people at Swedish replaced my eyeballs with some type of Borg implant or that Baby G's mother has arrived. I'm not sure which is the best option (an implant would be cool).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-5837484269302776981?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5837484269302776981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=5837484269302776981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5837484269302776981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5837484269302776981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TOV-45_JneI/AAAAAAAAGiA/GabKRaD7me4/s72-c/big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4686061139433208925</id><published>2010-09-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:33:11.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-bloggable</title><content type='html'>I thought that my blog would be the perfect place to document my thoughts and feelings while in Pregnancy Land. Turns out my thoughts and feelings have been un-bloggable. They fall into three categories: general complaining, TMI and sentimental mushiness. Nobody wants to read any of that. I don't really want to type it ether. Instead, some pregnancy randomness for you to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most people love seeing a pregnant belly. I'll catch total strangers beaming at me while I'm waddling along. This is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restroom privileges for pregnant ladies is a myth. Nobody has let me cut in line, not once. I have a few weeks to go and many public restrooms to further test this phenomena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsolicited advice while walking through the International District:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ID Lady:&lt;/span&gt; Hey baby cakes. Hey BABYCAKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; half smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ID Lady:&lt;/span&gt; How much longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Two more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ID Lady:&lt;/span&gt; Eat a Domino's Pizza. Eat a Domino's Pizza and walk up stairs. Eat a Domino's Pizza, walk up stairs NOT down. That baby will fall right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4686061139433208925?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4686061139433208925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4686061139433208925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4686061139433208925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4686061139433208925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-bloggable.html' title='Un-bloggable'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6997447387781933916</id><published>2010-09-06T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:38:45.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Bowl?</title><content type='html'>The contents of my fruit bowl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A head of garlic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mostly eaten Hershey's bar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An almost empty bag of marshmallows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A single banana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This single banana is like a beacon of hope that I'll be able to successfully raise a child. Not sure what the other items say about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6997447387781933916?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6997447387781933916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6997447387781933916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6997447387781933916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6997447387781933916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/09/fruit-bowl.html' title='Fruit Bowl?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2563241849446316119</id><published>2010-07-03T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:25:14.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>S'mores!</title><content type='html'>We are still awaiting the arrival of summer here in Seattle. Yesterday's high was a whopping 65. I've been daydreaming a lot of all the fun outside activities of summer. BBQ, swimming, camping, not having to wear a jacket all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week at work, I mentioned that it is too bad that you need a campfire to make s'mores. Almost immediately I had three suggestions of ways to make them indoors: in the  microwave, under the broiler and using a stove-top burner. I tried two techniques last night, broiler and burner. I decided that the microwave method was only to be used in a pinch. Both methods did the trick. Neither could match the result that you get with a campfire, but still tasted pretty yummy. I'm going to file this one under "new recipe". Not a new dish, but TWO new techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TC98fBj0VJI/AAAAAAAAGBw/pla3tKHqsBQ/s1600/s%27mores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TC98fBj0VJI/AAAAAAAAGBw/pla3tKHqsBQ/s320/s%27mores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489743343224378514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Look at that, a non-baby related post. Don't get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2563241849446316119?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2563241849446316119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2563241849446316119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2563241849446316119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2563241849446316119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/07/smores.html' title='S&apos;mores!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TC98fBj0VJI/AAAAAAAAGBw/pla3tKHqsBQ/s72-c/s%27mores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-5644874419674067123</id><published>2010-06-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:51:29.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illa</title><content type='html'>Now that we know that our baby is a girl-type, we've been talking a lot about possible names. This is an endlessly interesting topic to me. People have strong feelings about what names are acceptable and what are unthinkable. How about Chrystal Shanda Lier? Yes, that is a real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two rules for our kid's name: nothing from last year's top 10 (Isabella, Emma, Olivia, Sophia, Ava, Emily, Madison, Abigail,  Chloe, Mia) and no names strongly associated with a song. I know, there are some good names in the top 10. Any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend, mostly joking, suggested Priscilla. My mind went, Priscilla -&gt; Pris -&gt; Prissy = barf. Our friend's husband suggested another option, Priscilla -&gt; Illa -&gt; The Illa = awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-5644874419674067123?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5644874419674067123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=5644874419674067123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5644874419674067123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5644874419674067123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/06/illa.html' title='The Illa'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1355461132667620682</id><published>2010-06-20T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:05:30.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TB66v6oep4I/AAAAAAAAF_4/p27TOOZjRzw/s1600/18weeks-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TB66v6oep4I/AAAAAAAAF_4/p27TOOZjRzw/s320/18weeks-crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485026728539498370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best ultrasound photo, but not too shabby. She made us work to get the info. Feet AND hands in the way. After almost 90 minutes we got the good news. It's a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1355461132667620682?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1355461132667620682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1355461132667620682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1355461132667620682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1355461132667620682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TB66v6oep4I/AAAAAAAAF_4/p27TOOZjRzw/s72-c/18weeks-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8423184073031406020</id><published>2010-06-08T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:49:14.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Bella!</title><content type='html'>So, I've started wearing some maternity clothes. At this point my pre-pregnancy clothes are too small and maternity clothes are too big. Most days I split the difference and put on a maternity top and pre-pregnancy bottoms or vice versa. Every day there is some small clothing-related indignity. My pants are falling down or top ridding up (often while I'm working in a window). Sigh. I'm aware that someday soon it will be all maternity clothing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;One product has really helped to get me through the last several weeks. The &lt;a href="http://www.ingridandisabel.com/bellaband.html"&gt;BellaBand&lt;/a&gt;! Yes, worst name ever. I would have been wearing my jammy pants to work without it. I was picking up a second BellaBand at Target and had a nice conversation with the young women ringing us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young women ringing us up: You got a baby in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ummm, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8423184073031406020?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8423184073031406020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8423184073031406020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8423184073031406020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8423184073031406020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-bella.html' title='Oh Bella!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8458208767647580972</id><published>2010-06-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:48:53.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacohaircut!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things happened yesterday. Tacohaircut! This is a rare and coveted occurrence. Our Seattle Sounders must both score three goals and prevent the other team from scoring. Three goals = a free haircut from Great Clips. A shutout = two free tacos from Jack in the Box. Tomorrow you can expect to see me eatin' tacos at Jack in the Box (the one on the Ave, naturally ) with a fresh high &amp;amp; tight.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attribute yesterday's success to the attendance of my new nephew. Perhaps the youngest Sounders fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've yet to take advantage of these offers. It's just so fun to be able to say "TACOHAIRCUT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8458208767647580972?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8458208767647580972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8458208767647580972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8458208767647580972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8458208767647580972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/06/tacohaircut.html' title='Tacohaircut!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6197436137663973719</id><published>2010-05-29T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:31:11.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind and Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Life has become very busy around here. I have fallen behind on many, many things. The new recipe project was the first casualty. I'm behind on housework, work-work, reading, cooking anything, social outings, crafting and blogging. The 3rd post about our UK trip will never see the light of a monitor.  All of this is because I've been working on an exciting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; project. The growing-of-a-new-human project! Yep, after 13 years of marriage we decided that it was time to try our hand at procreation. And it worked! Little D or SV will be making his/her debut this November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAG1IkLl8zI/AAAAAAAAF7s/jgZ7QASRrts/s1600/kit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAG1IkLl8zI/AAAAAAAAF7s/jgZ7QASRrts/s400/kit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476857780615115570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to this press kit for the film &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478311/"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt;, above are all the items I'll need to get through pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very lucky symptom-wise, at least so far. Somehow I escaped morning sickness.  Sure I was queasy, but no puking (not even once). How I got to be so lucky I'll never know. I could not be more grateful. Aside from all of the common pregnancy symptoms, I've had two unusual ones. Both are harmless yet annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is metal mouth. SV thinks it sounds like a super power. It is not. About 10 weeks ago I woke up with the taste of a penny in mouth. Metal mouth has been my constant companion ever since. Making everything taste off. The doctor said "Oh, I've heard of that. Taste buds get weird when you're pregnant." She assured me that the metal taste will go away anytime between now and delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is &lt;a href="http://www.aad.org/public/publications/pamphlets/common_melasma.html"&gt;Melasma&lt;/a&gt; or The Mask of Pregnancy. It is hyperpigmentation (brown, blotchy spots on my face) caused by hormones and UVB rays. I already had this to a small degree so it was not a big surprise. Although it has worsened as my pregnancy has advanced. I expect that to continue. Bummer. It could fade postpartum. If not, a laser is my best option. You'd think that with the mask and metal mouth I would be out there fighting crime. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. While I've had no food cravings I have had a near constant craving for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMMBAXhnPCQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, I can't get enough. SV has been a good sport, but I can tell that he is getting sick of it. Only five more months to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6197436137663973719?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6197436137663973719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6197436137663973719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6197436137663973719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6197436137663973719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling-behind-and-catching-up.html' title='Falling Behind and Catching Up'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAG1IkLl8zI/AAAAAAAAF7s/jgZ7QASRrts/s72-c/kit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4026819374092148443</id><published>2010-04-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:53:14.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UK Trip Post 2 of 3: Food</title><content type='html'>It's a big joke that British food is terrible, right? We did not find this to be the case. Overall, we had great food during our trip. We were lucky to have a variety of food experiences. We ate takeout, road food, in homes, and in sit-down restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I liked:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S7eloiwTlKI/AAAAAAAAFsY/NiAP3JUidDA/s1600/uk25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinnamonclub.com/"&gt;The Cinnamon Club&lt;/a&gt; - upscale Indian food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acornhouserestaurant.com/"&gt;Acorn House&lt;/a&gt; - great place to check out if you our visiting the British Library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pret.com/"&gt;Pret A Manger&lt;/a&gt; - this is a more than adequate chain cafe with free wi-fi (something that that was in shockingly short supply) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tea with A LOT of milk in it tastes very good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eggs don't need to be refrigerated (by washing them, in the US, we make refrigeration necessary).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can get chips (French fries) with anything. We had them with Chinese takeout.     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4026819374092148443?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4026819374092148443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4026819374092148443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4026819374092148443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4026819374092148443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/04/uk-trip-post-2-of-3-food.html' title='UK Trip Post 2 of 3: Food'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2750428259278971056</id><published>2010-03-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:54:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounder Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S7K3ZpsQz6I/AAAAAAAAFrg/-WlXm8k6Bkk/s1600/opening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S7K3ZpsQz6I/AAAAAAAAFrg/-WlXm8k6Bkk/s400/opening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623750015209378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled that soccer season is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually found myself missing individual players during the off season; a Wednesday afternoon at my desk wondering what Fredy Montero is up to, blow drying my hair hoping that Kasey Keller is having a nice day, imagining Steve Zakuani at home in England visiting family and friends. The time for daydreaming is over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to return from the UK just in time for the season's first match. Less then 24 hours after we returned we were in the stands cheering on the team. I have to say that my rallying was pretty weak. The Sounders were victorious anyway. It is such a luxury to be able to leave the rest of the world behind and cheer (and boo) for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Sounders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2750428259278971056?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2750428259278971056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2750428259278971056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2750428259278971056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2750428259278971056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/03/sounder-love.html' title='Sounder Love'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S7K3ZpsQz6I/AAAAAAAAFrg/-WlXm8k6Bkk/s72-c/opening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6453820924666189225</id><published>2010-03-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:25:20.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UK Trip Post 1 of 3: Churches</title><content type='html'>We just returned form for a 10 day trip to the UK: southern England and Wales. As I was looking back at our photos I noticed a trend. Unlike the rest of our lives, we spent a good amount of time in church. We visited Bath Abbey, Tintern Abbey and Westminster Abbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-LF87HhwI/AAAAAAAAFqI/3MRwWx6_qoI/s1600/uk36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-LF87HhwI/AAAAAAAAFqI/3MRwWx6_qoI/s200/uk36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453730608138651394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-GgnMgUfI/AAAAAAAAFqA/PpzAkemu6fw/s1600/uk14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-GgnMgUfI/AAAAAAAAFqA/PpzAkemu6fw/s200/uk14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453725568604328434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first leg of our trip we spent in Bath. While there we visited &lt;a href="http://www.bathabbey.org/"&gt;Bath Abbey&lt;/a&gt;. The exterior of the abbey has a striking sculptural feature of angles ascending a descending Jacob's ladder. It was a rare clear day, so we climbed the 212 well-worn stone steps to the top of the abbey. Halfway to the top you get to cut through the bell tower and get very close to several ginormous bells, in use today. Our timing was perfect and we were in the tower at 1pm. I wouldn't say it was defining, but very loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-Fz5qpclI/AAAAAAAAFpw/o0twu2ZHDPs/s1600/uk60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-Fz5qpclI/AAAAAAAAFpw/o0twu2ZHDPs/s200/uk60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453724800468480594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-F0MWQWrI/AAAAAAAAFp4/yBmyx4za1XQ/s1600/uk65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-F0MWQWrI/AAAAAAAAFp4/yBmyx4za1XQ/s200/uk65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453724805483223730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While visiting friends in Wales they took us to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tintern_Abbey"&gt;Tintern Abbey&lt;/a&gt;. Nerd that I am, I instantly recognized the name form the Wordsworth poem&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey". I was also excited to learn that the abbey is prominently featured in an Iron Maiden video. Tintern Abbey is beautiful! We came from a winding forest road to find the abbey rising from the bottom of the valley. The day was perfect. We got a break from the rain, but it was misty and cool. This may have been my favorite part of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westminster_Abbey"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-FzPXAr4I/AAAAAAAAFpg/9_hZ9GzibfU/s1600/uk22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-FzPXAr4I/AAAAAAAAFpg/9_hZ9GzibfU/s200/uk22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453724789111828354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westminster_Abbey"&gt;Westminster Abbey&lt;/a&gt;.  It was lovely, yet crowded. I can only imagine how busy it gets at the height of tourist season. No photography is allowed in the abbey, but I suspect you all have a pretty good idea of what it looks like. They have a lot of neat stuff in there. I found the prominent memorials to Darwin and Newton of particular interest. The audio tour was worth doing, it helped to distract from the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it take to get us heathens into a church? Apparently a loooog plane ride and said church has got to be old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6453820924666189225?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6453820924666189225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6453820924666189225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6453820924666189225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6453820924666189225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/03/uk-trip-1-of-3.html' title='UK Trip Post 1 of 3: Churches'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S6-LF87HhwI/AAAAAAAAFqI/3MRwWx6_qoI/s72-c/uk36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4469761758515908740</id><published>2010-03-10T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:24:21.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Make Things 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5h5IHMGZqI/AAAAAAAAFdY/AX2LOO-zHlo/s1600-h/P1000373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5h5IHMGZqI/AAAAAAAAFdY/AX2LOO-zHlo/s200/P1000373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447236929580328610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5h5I9PD9WI/AAAAAAAAFdg/xwSJOh-_XFc/s1600-h/P1000381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5h5I9PD9WI/AAAAAAAAFdg/xwSJOh-_XFc/s200/P1000381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447236944088266082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just whipped up a fun little craft project. I don't get my sewing machine out very often, maybe once or twice a year. My mother is an excellent seamstress. Everything I know about sewing I learned from her. I can get by but I have no where near her skillz. Tonight I made a heart-shaped pillow from my own "design". Creating the appliqué was fun and easy. Fleece is great to work with because it is so forgiving and doesn't fray, no need to worry about turning under. It looks a tad "home sewn", but cute and cuddly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4469761758515908740?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4469761758515908740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4469761758515908740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4469761758515908740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4469761758515908740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-make-things-4.html' title='Sometimes I Make Things 4'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5h5IHMGZqI/AAAAAAAAFdY/AX2LOO-zHlo/s72-c/P1000373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4727089706190592332</id><published>2010-03-09T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:44:57.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Here for your entertainment, a few thoughts on the 2010 Academy Awards!&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/"&gt;NPH&lt;/a&gt;, a little weak yet delightful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve and Alec sharing a sunggie/slancket, be still my heart &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm4111044352/nm1249585"&gt;Mo'Nique&lt;/a&gt;, possibly best dressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm1342869248/nm0000234"&gt;Charlize Theron&lt;/a&gt;, worst&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandra's win = bile rising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avatar not sweeping - *priceless*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4727089706190592332?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4727089706190592332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4727089706190592332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4727089706190592332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4727089706190592332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/03/few-thoughts.html' title='A Few Thoughts'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6075913342400247482</id><published>2010-03-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:44:05.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>Egg Salad Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5HLMnmmeAI/AAAAAAAAFco/5g4qqXRvmXM/s1600-h/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5HLMnmmeAI/AAAAAAAAFco/5g4qqXRvmXM/s200/P1000345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445356842117396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked SV what he wanted to cook for our next new recipe and he said, without missing a beat, "egg salad sandwiches." I decided to make this one a twofer. So last weekend we made egg salad sandwiches on homemade pumper&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5HLNUgxDrI/AAAAAAAAFcw/evE1Z9mZhaQ/s1600-h/P1000360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5HLNUgxDrI/AAAAAAAAFcw/evE1Z9mZhaQ/s200/P1000360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445356854172520114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nickel. The egg salad recipe is from Alton Brown's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Im-Just-Here-Food-Cooking/dp/1584790830"&gt;I'm Just Here For The Food: Food +  Heat = Cooking&lt;/a&gt;, using Mark Bittman's technique for a hard cooked egg. Brown's recipe is very simple, but turned out to perfectly compliment the strong flavor of the bread. Brown &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5HLNsF05mI/AAAAAAAAFc4/cmmbF9vq_Wo/s1600-h/P1000358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5HLNsF05mI/AAAAAAAAFc4/cmmbF9vq_Wo/s200/P1000358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445356860501976674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;claims that "Pumpernickel is the only acceptable bread to use for an egg-salad sandwich." He is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fear of yeast. I find it unpredictable and mysterious. Baking bread from scratch was way outside of my comfort zone. It was not as difficult as I thought it would be. That said, the end product was not perfect. It didn't rise as much as it should have and resulted in a pretty dense loaf. After doing some research, I determined that our house was too cold for it to rise properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear of yeast has not been conquered, but I will be baking more bread in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6075913342400247482?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6075913342400247482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6075913342400247482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6075913342400247482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6075913342400247482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/03/egg-salad-sandwiches.html' title='Egg Salad Sandwiches'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S5HLMnmmeAI/AAAAAAAAFco/5g4qqXRvmXM/s72-c/P1000345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1772976340358161378</id><published>2010-03-03T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:20:32.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S48wVDJXT8I/AAAAAAAAFcg/fXTzoKOBTlw/s1600-h/newpages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S48wVDJXT8I/AAAAAAAAFcg/fXTzoKOBTlw/s200/newpages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444623612694187970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S48toil3EoI/AAAAAAAAFcY/W4J-gwkJPTM/s1600-h/pages2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S48toil3EoI/AAAAAAAAFcY/W4J-gwkJPTM/s200/pages2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444620649017840258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been in a creative rut at work lately. Just not feeling inspired. I had a little pick-me-up on Monday. I had an opportunity to do something that I've been thinking about for a while. I "tiled" a wall using pages from textbooks. I was given the assignment to create a window display to promote Textbook Buy Back. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project turned out even better than I expected. It took much, much longer than I anticipated (partly because I spent time choosing the most attractive side of each page).  I was afraid that from the street you wouldn't be able to see that they are individual pages, but you totally can. Oh, the little things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1772976340358161378?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1772976340358161378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1772976340358161378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1772976340358161378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1772976340358161378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S48wVDJXT8I/AAAAAAAAFcg/fXTzoKOBTlw/s72-c/newpages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2303101380930896157</id><published>2010-03-02T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:51:41.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S43tjrusitI/AAAAAAAAFbg/knXNv__anZw/s1600-h/P1000368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S43tjrusitI/AAAAAAAAFbg/knXNv__anZw/s200/P1000368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444268721850583762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been an exciting few days around our place. We've been in our house for just over a year. For the first six months we were a flurry of activity; painting, refinishing the fireplace, replacing the bathroom vanity, building a garden, and so on. And then we sorta crashed. We took a much needed home improvement break and just lived in our house for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend SV got us a new &lt;a href="http://www.caromausa.com/Sydney-Smart-305-RFP"&gt;toilet&lt;/a&gt;! Yes, the very toilet that I wanted for Xmas. Not only did he purchase said toilet; but he installed it, took the old one to the dump AND accompanied me to the fabric store. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got a &lt;a href="http://www.flor.com/"&gt;FLOR&lt;/a&gt; rug for our living room. Have you seen these? They are described as "Inspired Modular Floorcovering", I think that sums it up well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being bragity, but the stories of my self-imposed denial are way less fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2303101380930896157?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2303101380930896157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2303101380930896157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2303101380930896157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2303101380930896157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/03/bragity.html' title='Bragity'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S43tjrusitI/AAAAAAAAFbg/knXNv__anZw/s72-c/P1000368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1081574774934814653</id><published>2010-02-26T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:22:39.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>Where I've been (so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&amp;amp;chs=440x220&amp;amp;chtm=usa&amp;amp;chf=bg,s,336699&amp;amp;chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&amp;amp;chd=s:99999999999999999999999999&amp;amp;chld=ALAZCACOCTDEFLHIIDKSKYMDMTNENVNYORTNUTVAWAWVWYNMMOIL" height="220" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited 26 states (52%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa"&gt;Create your own visited map of The United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1081574774934814653?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1081574774934814653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1081574774934814653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1081574774934814653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1081574774934814653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-897655493855374304</id><published>2010-02-25T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:59:43.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4deuzE7KNI/AAAAAAAAFbI/urxt8wxRjmg/s1600-h/jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4deuzE7KNI/AAAAAAAAFbI/urxt8wxRjmg/s200/jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442422832778389714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm thinking about purchasing this &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Outerwear/Jacket+from+Twilight"&gt;jacket&lt;/a&gt; for our UK trip. I'm in need of some help. I can't tell if it is cute or not. Are we past the multi pocket thing? It would be a bit of a splurge for me (I'm hopelessly cheap). Plus the Twilight tie-in has made it impossible for me to make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated question: have you heard Charlotte Gainsbourg's new album&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Irm-Charlotte-Gainsbourg/dp/B002V9L57A"&gt;IRM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I can't get enough of it. I think that you would like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-897655493855374304?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/897655493855374304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=897655493855374304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/897655493855374304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/897655493855374304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/cute.html' title='Cute?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4deuzE7KNI/AAAAAAAAFbI/urxt8wxRjmg/s72-c/jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8161577437336796281</id><published>2010-02-22T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:25:21.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Make Things #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4NLsE_42yI/AAAAAAAAFak/gA7k-P4rl9Q/s1600-h/P1000314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4NLsE_42yI/AAAAAAAAFak/gA7k-P4rl9Q/s200/P1000314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441275995421727522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to make a bunch of buttons! In a few weeks I'll be co-hosting a baby shower in honor of our new nephew (his mom &amp;amp; dad too). I was trying to come up with a low-pain shower game, not the easiest of tasks. During my search I found a &lt;a href="http://pinthespermontheegg.com/default.aspx"&gt;new game&lt;/a&gt;, kind of a variation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pin the Tail on the Donkey&lt;/span&gt;. Ummm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Say Baby&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone gets a button, if you catch someone saying the word "baby" you get their button. Whoever ends up with the most buttons gets a fabulous prize. I found random clip art images of babies and had an afternoon of button making fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8161577437336796281?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8161577437336796281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8161577437336796281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8161577437336796281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8161577437336796281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-make-things-3.html' title='Sometimes I Make Things #3'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4NLsE_42yI/AAAAAAAAFak/gA7k-P4rl9Q/s72-c/P1000314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1331819164030912477</id><published>2010-02-21T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:06:47.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>Manga Italiano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4F_uaZDlUI/AAAAAAAAFac/f6saOkuqnC8/s1600-h/italian_flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4F_uaZDlUI/AAAAAAAAFac/f6saOkuqnC8/s200/italian_flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440770260175394114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Italian food is both my favorite to cook and to eat. So it is no surprise that the last two new recipes are rooted in Italian cuisine. I came across the first in The New York Times (online) and the second on NPR.org. I've been reading both as part of my weekday "ramp-up time". I have been finding lots of interesting recipes. Using these recipes also makes it super easy to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centerpiece of our Valentine's Day dinner was &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/13/dining/133rrex.html"&gt;Roman Style Baked Semolina Gnocchi&lt;/a&gt;. I'm a big fan of gnocchi. Even though this recipe was nothing like the gnocchi that I'm use to, it was not a disappointment at all. It was a lot like baked polenta, without the crunch of cornmeal. These gnocchi are eggy, smooth and served with a chunky tomato sauce on the side. Simple and delicious, four of us made short work of what was noted as six servings. I'll absolutely make this one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we made Nigella Lawson's &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=114320079"&gt;Cheddar Cheese Risotto&lt;/a&gt;. I know that cheddar is not a traditional ingredient, but it is so yummy. Basically, mac-n-cheese with risotto rice in place of the pasta. Fancy comfort food. I've found that getting that perfect risotto consistency to be a mystery. It seems like I can never duplicate my results. About half of the time my risotto turns out the way I want it to. The other half alternates between mushy and dry. Lucky for us, last night's was just right. I kinda love Nigella Lawson. Her intimate and fun approach to food is one that I can get behind. I think this is the first of her recipes we've made. I'll be looking for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1331819164030912477?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1331819164030912477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1331819164030912477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1331819164030912477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1331819164030912477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/manga-italiano.html' title='Manga Italiano!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S4F_uaZDlUI/AAAAAAAAFac/f6saOkuqnC8/s72-c/italian_flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-5394393994618816564</id><published>2010-02-20T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:37:53.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Bloody Likely</title><content type='html'>In a few weeks I'll be leaving the rainy northwest for the rainy UK. We've been thinking and talking about this trip for a few years. Now we're finally doing it! Unfortunately, I have precious few vacation days so it'll be shorter than I'd like. Not that I'm complaining about taking a European trip. It is the nature of vacations to be too short. We'll be spending time in Bath, The Narth (located in southern Wales) and London. I'm super excited to be going some place new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking around for tips as how best to tackle London. I'm getting mixed messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The London Eye: totally lame or not to be missed?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tower of London: a piece of history or boring? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where to stay: safe neighborhood = lame neighborhood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using British slang: helps you to blend in or a suer way to sound silly? "Not bloody likely!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The City itself: just another big city or my favorite place on earth?       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-5394393994618816564?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5394393994618816564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=5394393994618816564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5394393994618816564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5394393994618816564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-bloody-likely.html' title='Not Bloody Likely'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-234996960541260548</id><published>2010-02-14T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:25:21.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S3hKUz6VTVI/AAAAAAAAFYA/ppVpm7UcQ8g/s1600-h/P1000297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S3hKUz6VTVI/AAAAAAAAFYA/ppVpm7UcQ8g/s200/P1000297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438178271442586962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a sucker for many, many things. One of those things is Valentine's Day. Proof: yesterday I bought a heart-shaped baguette. Not only did I buy it, but I rushed to the bakery to get my hands on one before &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S3hKUXmHIjI/AAAAAAAAFX4/KBymp6nkrMo/s1600-h/P1000284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S3hKUXmHIjI/AAAAAAAAFX4/KBymp6nkrMo/s200/P1000284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438178263841579570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they sold out. Turns out rushing wasn't necessary, they were prepared with stacks and stacks of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also an excuse to visit Pike Place Market. We don't go very often, but whenever we do I think, "This is great, why don't we come here more?" And then we don't go there more, and so on. For me, stopping at &lt;a href="http://www.lepanier.com/"&gt;Le Panier&lt;/a&gt; is a must. They have much more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baguette coeur&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday we had a lovely snack of tea and croissants. If I closed my eyes I may well have been in France (see, SUCKER). I left the market with an armload of cherry tulips, heart bread and my man. Will it all be down hill from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-234996960541260548?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/234996960541260548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=234996960541260548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/234996960541260548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/234996960541260548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/sucker.html' title='Sucker'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S3hKUz6VTVI/AAAAAAAAFYA/ppVpm7UcQ8g/s72-c/P1000297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4193570675640256652</id><published>2010-02-08T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:27:57.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>I've recently become a compulsive tea drinker. I'm talking like 5 cups a day. I'm finding myself walking in the door (at home and at work) and going directly to the kitchen to brew up a cup. The thing is that I'm not very discerning. I feel like if I'm going to be drinking so much of the stuff I might as well be getting the most out of it. I'm wondering what you all are drinking. Where do you get the goods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm aware that an interest in tea is boarding on geriatric hobbies. It will only get worse once the Olympics start. You'll be able to find me with a cup of tea in my hand, afghan on my lap, cheering those ice dancers on to the gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4193570675640256652?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4193570675640256652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4193570675640256652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4193570675640256652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4193570675640256652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-5368652277898830243</id><published>2010-02-06T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:26:12.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trombone Says Wah-Wah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S22yOnzJgoI/AAAAAAAAFXU/F5yaJIe8V7s/s1600-h/fire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S22yOnzJgoI/AAAAAAAAFXU/F5yaJIe8V7s/s200/fire.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196289577484930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Oscar nominations were announced this week and, well, my overall feeling is wah-wah. A few years ago SV and I started seeing as many nominated movies, between the announcements and Oscar night, as we could. Typically about 8 movies. This has been a pretty fun activity. It's been an opportunity to see movies that we wouldn't have seen otherwise (for better or worse). This year I'm feeling underwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to expand the Best Picture category from 5 to 10 nominations has left a bad taste my mouth. The result of this has been including movies like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0878804/"&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/a&gt;. I know that an Oscar nomination is not a sure sign of quality, but c'mon.  Also, the fact that this will be the year of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499549/"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt; is cringe worthy. Yes, I did my cultural duty and saw it. "Meh" is the kindest review I can muster. I know we'll see some noms over the next few weeks, but not with the dedication of years past. It's possible that I'm kinda over it and would have felt this way regardless. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The dragon photo is of the carpet in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grauman%27s_Chinese_Theatre"&gt;Grauman's Chinese Theatre&lt;/a&gt;. Go see a movie there next time you are in LA, it's pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-5368652277898830243?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5368652277898830243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=5368652277898830243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5368652277898830243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5368652277898830243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/trombone-says-wah-wah.html' title='The Trombone Says Wah-Wah'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S22yOnzJgoI/AAAAAAAAFXU/F5yaJIe8V7s/s72-c/fire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7398734008376923295</id><published>2010-02-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:24:28.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>Recipe Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>I've fallen a little behind on posting the new recipes we've made. Time for a little catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had some friends over to try out our &lt;a href="http://www.raclettecorner.com/product/KF-77043"&gt;Raclette grill&lt;/a&gt;. It was pretty darn fun and tasty. New potatoes and grilled veggies covered in warm melty cheese, what isn't there to love? We tried two of the suggested cheeses, a goat Raclette and Emmental. The Raclette cheese was delicious, but the Emmental ended up getting rubbery. Next time I want to try some Tilsit and Appenznller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a copy of Mark Bittman's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0764578650"&gt;How to Cook Everything&lt;/a&gt; for about a year and I've just recently started using it. What a wonderful book! We've made two recipes from it over the past week. I've been thinking about making a quiche since &lt;a href="http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/pie-day.html"&gt;Pie Day&lt;/a&gt;. We used the basic quiche recipe with the suggested combination of asparagus and cheddar. I cheated by using a frozen pie crust, but the quiche tasted great. In the soup chapter, there is a page of "Super-Easy 3-Ingredient Soups" and on that page is Egg Drop Soup. I've always thought of Egg Drop Soup as a restaurant thing. It has never occurred to me to make it at home. This recipe could not be simpler. We really enjoyed both egg-filled dishes. Thanks, Mark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7398734008376923295?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7398734008376923295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7398734008376923295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7398734008376923295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7398734008376923295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/02/recipe-catch-up.html' title='Recipe Catch-Up'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-988018911289978759</id><published>2010-01-31T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:48:52.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>Recently I've had a dramatic life change. I've gone from carrying around &lt;a href="http://www.mydigitallife.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/motorola-razr-2.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6COwgigJ-g"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Oh Nexus One, what can't you do? I know that it is a &lt;span class="verdanasz2"&gt;cliché to say that I didn't think that I would love a phone, but I do. It took me a week or so to warm up to it. Now we are downright cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I've used whatever cheap phone that my contract entitled me to. I had not given a second thought to having a smartphone of my very own. Last week SV surprised me with a shiny new Nexus One. The beauty of the phone is that I've already been using many Google products. Gmail, Google Reader, Google Street View, Google Calender and Picasa were all part of my daily life. It is pretty amazing to have all of these things seamlessly integrated and living in my pocket. Google owns me and I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083658/"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/a&gt; reference is perhaps the most charming touch imaginable. Pardon my nerdy gushing, I'll pull out something cynical for my next post.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-988018911289978759?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/988018911289978759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=988018911289978759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/988018911289978759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/988018911289978759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/google-me.html' title='Google &amp; Me'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8757673035086126782</id><published>2010-01-28T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:26:01.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Make Things 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S2KEsqZ-NVI/AAAAAAAAFVc/F6-IRmvN2Sc/s1600-h/P1000258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S2KEsqZ-NVI/AAAAAAAAFVc/F6-IRmvN2Sc/s200/P1000258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432050003394573650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S2KGC4EhuDI/AAAAAAAAFVs/veXbtCitslY/s1600-h/P1000224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S2KGC4EhuDI/AAAAAAAAFVs/veXbtCitslY/s200/P1000224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432051484531472434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had to say goodbye to a dear co-worker. She is moving on to bigger and better things, but I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my work responsibilities is decorating for work parties. I know I'm pretty spoiled. This work typically consists of making balloon bouquets, stringing lights, constructing centerpieces and so on. For this week's going away party I wanted to do something special in honor of my friend. Someone suggested making &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewartweddings.com/article/pom-poms-and-luminarias?backto=true&amp;amp;backtourl=/photogallery/paper-and-fabric-flowers#slide_9"&gt;tissue paper flowers&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks Martha. This was a super fun project. We made about 40 flowers in various sizes. Big fluffy bouquets filled the room. The ladies ended up wearing the small ones in their hair and the gents as boutineers. The flowers were just the thing to brighten a sad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8757673035086126782?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8757673035086126782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8757673035086126782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8757673035086126782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8757673035086126782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-make-things-2.html' title='Sometimes I Make Things 2'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S2KEsqZ-NVI/AAAAAAAAFVc/F6-IRmvN2Sc/s72-c/P1000258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-619166688190676350</id><published>2010-01-24T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:35:04.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S105AOXC5-I/AAAAAAAAFU0/67bT3bTS1gw/s1600-h/veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S105AOXC5-I/AAAAAAAAFU0/67bT3bTS1gw/s200/veggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430559401696225250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1ztbSf7pnI/AAAAAAAAFUM/EM1gdvHosvU/s1600-h/P1000220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1ztbSf7pnI/AAAAAAAAFUM/EM1gdvHosvU/s200/P1000220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430476303779997298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1ztazof-VI/AAAAAAAAFUE/HN0NdzSXsZk/s1600-h/P1000217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1ztazof-VI/AAAAAAAAFUE/HN0NdzSXsZk/s200/P1000217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430476295494433106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that yesterday was &lt;a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/January/nationalpieday.htm"&gt;National Pie Day&lt;/a&gt;? Well it was and we were lucky enough to be invited to a Pie Day celebration (thank you, &lt;a href="http://wordkarin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt;). It was a potluck style pie feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SV and I made a savory pie, Mediterranean Vegetable. This pie was totally fine, but not as special as the pre-pie veggie photo suggests. &lt;a href="http://thuters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thuters&lt;/a&gt; made a delicious Mushroom Quiche. Quiche is one of my very favorite foods and shockingly I have never made one. I'll be adding it to my new recipe list. For dessert, Karin made an outstanding Blueberry Pie using berries that she picked in North Bend last summer. I'm already looking forward to Pie Day 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we'll be using our Raclette grill for the first time and I'm pretty excited. Hopefully it will be the first of many cheese filled dinners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-619166688190676350?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/619166688190676350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=619166688190676350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/619166688190676350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/619166688190676350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/pie-day.html' title='Pie Day!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S105AOXC5-I/AAAAAAAAFU0/67bT3bTS1gw/s72-c/veggies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6028264724304555712</id><published>2010-01-22T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:30:48.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Hair Care</title><content type='html'>So, we are taking this yoga class and it is going pretty well. The only trouble is the name. The course we are taking is called Back Care Yoga. I was boring some co-workers with a story about the class and I had some confused faces looking back at me. "I'm sorry, what was that?" one asked. "Back Care," I said. "Ohhhhhhhh!" the entire group replied. They all thought I said Back HAIR Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every time I say Back Hair, every time! Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6028264724304555712?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6028264724304555712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6028264724304555712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6028264724304555712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6028264724304555712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair-care.html' title='Hair Care'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-537655304390348745</id><published>2010-01-18T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:26:53.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>Middle Eastern Couscous with Roasted Butternut Squash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1SzCvthQZI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/buG-vq8X3aM/s1600-h/P1000200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1SzCvthQZI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/buG-vq8X3aM/s200/P1000200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428160310636790162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we made &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/foodwine/2003937518_couscous10.html"&gt;Middle Eastern Couscous with Roasted Butternut Squash&lt;/a&gt;. I came across this recipe, a year or so ago, in The Seattle Times. I think I was in my doctor's office waiting room. This is not the type of thing I typically do, tear an article from waiting room reading materials. Maybe I was hungry. I happily rediscovered it while looking through my cookbooks last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a successful and satisfying dish. I always consider it a success whet I get something sweet onto my dinner plate. I know that it is probably the sign of an unsophisticated palette, but sweet is hands down my favorite flavor. The warm Middle Eastern spices in this couscous were just the thing for a Seattle winter's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome side effect of all this cooking has been the leftovers. Hooray for great lunches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-537655304390348745?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/537655304390348745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=537655304390348745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/537655304390348745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/537655304390348745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/middle-eastern-couscous-with-roasted.html' title='Middle Eastern Couscous with Roasted Butternut Squash'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1SzCvthQZI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/buG-vq8X3aM/s72-c/P1000200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7486781917412288627</id><published>2010-01-15T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:17:36.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1FBMq1-bZI/AAAAAAAAFQY/w1FU8cJxPjY/s1600-h/littlehouse.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1FBMq1-bZI/AAAAAAAAFQY/w1FU8cJxPjY/s200/littlehouse.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427190711873072530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I took a very rare sick day, just a cold. I used this as an opportunity to become reacquainted with daytime TV. I  enjoyed episodes of "The Golden Girls" and "Little House on the Prairie". Little House is one of my all time favorite shows. Those Ingalls girls are so great and Ma and Pa...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nostalgic sigh&lt;/span&gt;. When I was a kid I could not get enough of the prairie-time fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a new show called &lt;a href="http://www.thedoctorstv.com/"&gt;"The Doctors"&lt;/a&gt;. It is a panel style talk show, not unlike The View, with "America's medical dream team. Delivering answers daily." On this episode the doctors explained that women get more headaches than men, but that men are the cause most of them. Um... no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know that "The Jerry Springer Show" is still on the air? Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell deep into a Youtube hole of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091042/"&gt;Ferris Bueller&lt;/a&gt; clips. All in all a pretty successful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7486781917412288627?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7486781917412288627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7486781917412288627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7486781917412288627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7486781917412288627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S1FBMq1-bZI/AAAAAAAAFQY/w1FU8cJxPjY/s72-c/littlehouse.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-209387914818184318</id><published>2010-01-10T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:50:45.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>Spanish Potato Onion Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S0pdadWhKoI/AAAAAAAAFPw/2N246dGsXXw/s1600-h/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S0pdadWhKoI/AAAAAAAAFPw/2N246dGsXXw/s200/P1000167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425251410258242178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's new recipe was Spanish Potato Onion Soup. I'm not sure why, but I particularly enjoy cooking and eating soups. SV chose this recipe from one of my favorite cookbooks, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moosewood-Restaurant-Cooks-Home-Recipes/dp/0671679929/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1263159600&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Moosewood Rest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S0pda3AcBXI/AAAAAAAAFP4/QY4_4idLov4/s1600-h/P1000172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S0pda3AcBXI/AAAAAAAAFP4/QY4_4idLov4/s200/P1000172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425251417144952178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moosewood-Restaurant-Cooks-Home-Recipes/dp/0671679929/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1263159600&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;aurant Cooks at Home: Fast and Easy Recipes for&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moosewood-Restaurant-Cooks-Home-Recipes/dp/0671679929/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1263159600&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt; Any Day&lt;/a&gt;. This a hearty, wintry soup similar to French Onion. The spice combination was new to me; thyme, paprika, bay leave and a pinch of saffron. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We substituted half of the called for paprika with smoked paprika and we used a very cheap sherry. We may have over did it on the onions. Next time I think we'll use about a third of the suggested onions. This was also a great recipe for breaking in our new knife, definitely reduced the number of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what we'll do next week. But we will be breaking out our new &lt;a href="http://www.raclette.com.au/images/the_gourmet_raclette_grill.jpg"&gt;Raclette Grill&lt;/a&gt; soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-209387914818184318?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/209387914818184318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=209387914818184318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/209387914818184318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/209387914818184318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/spanish-potato-onion-soup.html' title='Spanish Potato Onion Soup'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/S0pdadWhKoI/AAAAAAAAFPw/2N246dGsXXw/s72-c/P1000167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-4644515852636839701</id><published>2010-01-09T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:53:20.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Story</title><content type='html'>I'm a huge baby when it come to riding the bus. Especially riding the bus home from work. I'm on a very busy route that stretches across the city. Often the first bus that comes by is too full and I have to wait 20+ minutes for the next one. I know it could be much worse, but like I said I'm a baby. Yesterday I rode the bus home from work and was in the middle of an unusual exchange. Here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women sitting next to me had a bible sitting on her lap. A man sitting on the other side of me asks, "Excuse me, are you a Christian?" She says, "Why yes. Yes I am!" I'm sitting, in the middle, wondering where all this is going. They start talking about what churches and prayer groups they attend. Yes, that is churches plural. They both go to multiple churches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it gets weird. The bus driver asks the women, "Would you mind if I take a look at your book?" The bus driver proceeds to randomly open the bible, prop it up onto the steering-wheel and read WHILE DRIVING THE BUS! The women asks the driver, "You looking for anything in particular?" He explains that his heart is heavy and she suggests John 14. Then came my stop. Who knows what happened next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-4644515852636839701?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4644515852636839701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=4644515852636839701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4644515852636839701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/4644515852636839701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/bus-story.html' title='Bus Story'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6877336323261879202</id><published>2010-01-06T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:28:46.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Yoga Thoughts</title><content type='html'>We just returned from the first of six yoga classes we've signed up for. And it was pretty good! I'm having a stressful time right now and didn't feel like going, but it turned out to be the perfect thing. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's class reinforced something that I've been thinking about myself for a while. That I live only in my brain and not in my body. I'm pretty clueless about whatever might be going on below my ears. Spending some time thinking about my breath, feet, arms and legs was cool.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It is hard to take deep breaths when the air smells of feet and farts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6877336323261879202?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6877336323261879202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6877336323261879202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6877336323261879202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6877336323261879202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/yoga-thoughts.html' title='Yoga Thoughts'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7158854551114889019</id><published>2010-01-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:29:47.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new recipe'/><title type='text'>Well Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>2010 is off to a good start. We rang in the New Year with a lovely dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.poppyseattle.com/"&gt;Poppy&lt;/a&gt; and some couch time. I was happily in my pajamas at 9:30. On New Year's day we enjoyed a leisurely brunch with R &amp;amp; H and took in a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1193138/"&gt;matinée&lt;/a&gt;. Oh the many charms of George Clooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have made some beginning of year goals (not to be confused with new year's resolutions). In 2010 I will be a better, leaner-meaner me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will take a fitness class. SV and I signed up or a six week Yoga class starting this week. I have not enjoyed yoga in the past, I have even been known to say that "I hate yoga." But there is a studio a few blocks from our place and what the hay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will put my passport to use this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will make one new recipe every week. I am in a culinary rut, technique and foodwise. This week we made &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%86bleskiver"&gt;ebleskivers&lt;/a&gt;, twice. Next week we'll have Spanish Potato Onion Soup.     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be more deliberate in my speech and not indulge in gossip and blah-blah-blah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have a few more goals that I won't bore you with. Expect to hear lots more about the yoga class and new recipes. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7158854551114889019?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7158854551114889019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7158854551114889019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7158854551114889019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7158854551114889019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-hello-2010.html' title='Well Hello 2010!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2048834221140103850</id><published>2009-12-29T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:03:05.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Review</title><content type='html'>With all the end-of-year top ten list going around I decided to make my own. Here (in no order) are ten things that I did in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Honduras&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unpacked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read Moby-Dick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent too much time on fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planted a garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started this blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Alabama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painted my living room, twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited La Push&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended the Sounders inaugural season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I feel like I've heard many, many people say that 2009 was an awful year. I'm grateful that this was not the case for me. Here's hoping that the same will hold true for 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2048834221140103850?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2048834221140103850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2048834221140103850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2048834221140103850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2048834221140103850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-review.html' title='2009 Review'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-728892478195729917</id><published>2009-12-27T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:04:16.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Szf1XJogMSI/AAAAAAAAFOI/taGjC9Wtrxg/s1600-h/P1000118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Szf1XJogMSI/AAAAAAAAFOI/taGjC9Wtrxg/s200/P1000118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420070454635278626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Xmas involving: a new camera, ice skating, kids, food, carols, early mornings, late nights, snow, friends, driving, travel delays and kittens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great one too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-728892478195729917?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/728892478195729917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=728892478195729917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/728892478195729917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/728892478195729917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/12/kittens.html' title='Kittens!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Szf1XJogMSI/AAAAAAAAFOI/taGjC9Wtrxg/s72-c/P1000118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2870901940468877291</id><published>2009-12-20T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:28:00.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sy6HKayHCpI/AAAAAAAAFOA/zKVM-P_KdOE/s1600-h/Rec-Barbie+Christmas+album+-+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sy6HKayHCpI/AAAAAAAAFOA/zKVM-P_KdOE/s200/Rec-Barbie+Christmas+album+-+cropped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417416014831225490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been listening to a lot of Xmas music at our house lately, but something is missing. When I was just a little d one of my favorite things about the holiday season was listening to my Barbie Christmas album. Sadly my copy is long gone. I found one available on ebay with the note "looks like there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; on one side." I remember there was a nutcracker-ish story between the songs. The album ends with the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas with Barbie&lt;/span&gt;.  If memory serves me it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas with Barbieeeeee&lt;br /&gt;(slightly lower)  Christmas with Barbieeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Christmas with Barbieeeeee&lt;br /&gt;(slightly lower)  Christmas with Barbieeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2870901940468877291?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2870901940468877291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2870901940468877291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2870901940468877291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2870901940468877291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-gone.html' title='Long Gone'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sy6HKayHCpI/AAAAAAAAFOA/zKVM-P_KdOE/s72-c/Rec-Barbie+Christmas+album+-+cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1572460692868608547</id><published>2009-12-17T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:30:31.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Holiday 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SysZRZm5nxI/AAAAAAAAFNo/o4_2OjMbHlw/s1600-h/holiday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SysZRZm5nxI/AAAAAAAAFNo/o4_2OjMbHlw/s200/holiday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450763565670162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SysZt7DzAoI/AAAAAAAAFN4/WWQG0ewJ9CE/s1600-h/holiday3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SysZt7DzAoI/AAAAAAAAFN4/WWQG0ewJ9CE/s200/holiday3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416451253581578882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday 2009 displays have been up for a few weeks now and it is a success. What a relief! Here are some shots of a window that I'm particularly proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling like this may be my last December in retail, but I think I said that last year. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1572460692868608547?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1572460692868608547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1572460692868608547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1572460692868608547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1572460692868608547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiay-2009.html' title='Holiday 2009'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SysZRZm5nxI/AAAAAAAAFNo/o4_2OjMbHlw/s72-c/holiday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6827614391337336094</id><published>2009-12-13T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:59:52.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Xmas...</title><content type='html'>SV asked what I want for Xmas, here are the items that came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new &lt;a href="http://www.us.kohler.com/onlinecatalog/detail.jsp?from=thumb&amp;amp;frm=&amp;amp;module=Toilets&amp;amp;item=14108202&amp;amp;prod_num=3598&amp;amp;section=2&amp;amp;category=13&amp;amp;resultPage=0--1711826725"&gt;toilet&lt;/a&gt;. Not just any toilet, a European-style, dual flush toilet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have the backsplash in our kitchen tiled. I want something simple and clean, like white &lt;a href="http://www.mariotileguy.com/white%20subway%20backsplash.JPG"&gt;subway tile&lt;/a&gt;. Ooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new camera. We've had a Canon for four years and it just ain't what it use to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wow, I feel sooo old and boring. Although, that toilet is pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6827614391337336094?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6827614391337336094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6827614391337336094' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6827614391337336094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6827614391337336094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-xmas.html' title='All I want for Xmas...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-5971425697171975299</id><published>2009-12-09T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:47:30.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 for 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SyBkypQ0BdI/AAAAAAAAFNA/Bt7_Okk4CJo/s1600-h/letoux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SyBkypQ0BdI/AAAAAAAAFNA/Bt7_Okk4CJo/s200/letoux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413437573331944914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a very exciting week so far. Two brushes with fame in as many days. Today SV and I had a rare weekday lunch together at &lt;a href="http://www.cafepresseseattle.com/pages/home.php"&gt;Café Presse&lt;/a&gt; . Yummy. We took a table in the back &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SyBky-dgkvI/AAAAAAAAFNI/uqgRVQjQhmo/s1600-h/keller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SyBky-dgkvI/AAAAAAAAFNI/uqgRVQjQhmo/s200/keller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413437579022340850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mon dieu!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Sounder walked in. It was &lt;a href="http://web.mlsnet.com/players/bio.jsp?team=t400&amp;amp;player=letoux_s&amp;amp;playerId=let474617&amp;amp;statType=current"&gt;Sébastien Le Toux&lt;/a&gt;, looking like a Greek god, and his family. What a nerdy pleasure it was to eat my baguette in the same room as Le Toux and his towheaded toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Keller"&gt;Chef Thomas Keller&lt;/a&gt;! Not quite as exiciting because it was a planned event, but attending his reading/signing at &lt;a href="http://www.bookstore.washington.edu/default.taf?"&gt;University Book Store&lt;/a&gt; was pretty great. Keller seemed both humble and extremely confident. I walked out of there with a copy of his pricey new cookbook under my arm that I had not intended to buy. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What or who will tomorrow bring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-5971425697171975299?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5971425697171975299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=5971425697171975299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5971425697171975299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/5971425697171975299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-for-2.html' title='2 for 2'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SyBkypQ0BdI/AAAAAAAAFNA/Bt7_Okk4CJo/s72-c/letoux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-1568992269724798188</id><published>2009-12-06T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:53:07.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafternoon #2</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I had some friends ove&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sx8gVwy144I/AAAAAAAAFMs/SJGOwTEAnOY/s1600-h/karinear.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sx8gVwy144I/AAAAAAAAFMs/SJGOwTEAnOY/s200/karinear.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413080835370115970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r for a little crafting. I've always enjoyed crafting, but haven't been doing much of it lately. Mostly because my current job is good at sucking away all creativity. A few weeks ago Karin hosted the first Crafternoon. And it was a big success. I got to host Crafternoon #2. I decided that a little earring m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sx8gbcJLdqI/AAAAAAAAFM0/9X3gMFK6fe0/s1600-h/juear.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sx8gbcJLdqI/AAAAAAAAFM0/9X3gMFK6fe0/s200/juear.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413080932905875106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aking would be fun.    Here are some examples of our work. The first pair are &lt;a href="http://wordkarin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt;'s and the second are Erma's. Sorry there are no photos of my work, my camera is old and not cooperating. I think it may be time for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't the earrings turn out great? Thanks ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-1568992269724798188?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1568992269724798188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=1568992269724798188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1568992269724798188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/1568992269724798188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/12/crafternoon-2.html' title='Crafternoon #2'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Sx8gVwy144I/AAAAAAAAFMs/SJGOwTEAnOY/s72-c/karinear.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-3837093181716961906</id><published>2009-11-29T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:56:16.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, by gosh, by golly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxLMXUSmgPI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/1S1jbWMS37c/s1600/dvd%26cd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxLMXUSmgPI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/1S1jbWMS37c/s200/dvd%26cd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409610803381174514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for all things holiday/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;*. I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zuzu&lt;/span&gt;, snow, trimming the tree, wrapping gifts, time with the families and even the music. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SV&lt;/span&gt; is probably a little more into it then I am, he re-reads &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt; every year. I am also prone to sentimentality. All this creates the perfect storm of Yuletide fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I pulled out our holiday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt; (pictured). Time to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crackin&lt;/span&gt;'! This year I am loving &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000TSMOV6/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B00006IJWZ&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1PHVMWMXX6PWF9PH8YZZ"&gt;Christmas With The Rat Pack&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Beach-Boys/dp/B0002Y4TY2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1259520466&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Christmas with the Beach Boys&lt;/a&gt;. The Beach Boys' version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Three Kings Of Orient Are&lt;/span&gt; will give you chills till Epiphany. As for movies, this year I'm looking forward to watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0424205/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Joyeux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Noël&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, new to our holiday rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can take or leave the religious part. I enjoy the traditions, but it holds no meaning for me. I know this is a little contradictory, an atheist being into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;. What can I say, I'm a complex being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-3837093181716961906?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/3837093181716961906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=3837093181716961906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/3837093181716961906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/3837093181716961906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-by-gosh-by-golly.html' title='Oh, by gosh, by golly'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxLMXUSmgPI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/1S1jbWMS37c/s72-c/dvd%26cd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6917759412626021320</id><published>2009-11-26T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:40:16.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookin' &amp; Eatin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxB_oDPnnkI/AAAAAAAAFLA/woySa2MDQN8/s1600/fireside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxB_oDPnnkI/AAAAAAAAFLA/woySa2MDQN8/s200/fireside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408963478514277954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxB_ohASp6I/AAAAAAAAFLI/oBO3CYLStmo/s1600/muffins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxB_ohASp6I/AAAAAAAAFLI/oBO3CYLStmo/s200/muffins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408963486503053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this Thanksgiving seems extra special. Maybe because it is our first Thanksgiving in our house. Maybe because it is our first time hosting the dinner. I don't really know. Whatever the reason, I'm happy because I get to indulge in two of my favorite things, cooking and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make some recipes from November's Gourmet, RIP. I made &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Cranberry-and-Celery-Relish-356089"&gt;Cranberry and Celery Relish&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Cheddar-Corn-Muffins-with-Jalapeno-Butter-356109"&gt;Cheddar Corn Muffins with Jalapeño Butter&lt;/a&gt;, both turned out pretty dang good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of things which I am thankful for is long and for that I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6917759412626021320?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6917759412626021320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6917759412626021320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6917759412626021320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6917759412626021320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookin-eatin.html' title='Cookin&apos; &amp; Eatin&apos;'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SxB_oDPnnkI/AAAAAAAAFLA/woySa2MDQN8/s72-c/fireside.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-3177663093073819969</id><published>2009-11-22T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:08:36.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>Last night &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000949/"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/a&gt; came to me in a dream. She had a message. In an otherworldly whisper, Cate said "Your long hair is aging you. Bring it up a few inches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-3177663093073819969?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/3177663093073819969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=3177663093073819969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/3177663093073819969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/3177663093073819969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-183816455672936043</id><published>2009-11-15T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:49:09.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Back Sunday</title><content type='html'>For the past 3+ years I've had a volunteer job. And I gave it up. This was an easy (and mostly boring) job, working in the gift shop of a &lt;a href="http://www.volunteerparkconservatory.org/"&gt;conservatory&lt;/a&gt;. Overall it was a good experience. I made some wonderful friends and found my dear kitty there. But for a while I have complaining about giving up my Sundays. I started as a weekly volunteer, dropped down to biweekly and a year ago became monthly. Today was my last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll no longer have to say "I won't be free on Sunday until after 1:00. No, it is not a church thing."&lt;br /&gt;2. more time for pancakes&lt;br /&gt;3. sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Finding a new way of assuaging my guilt about being a selfish American.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-183816455672936043?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/183816455672936043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=183816455672936043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/183816455672936043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/183816455672936043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-back-sunday.html' title='Taking Back Sunday'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7533889556648755856</id><published>2009-11-10T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:31:26.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>I can think of nothing but work. One week until holiday installation and the pressure is on. Last night I woke from a dead sleep thinking about lights and ornaments and trees! I've planed and am constantly prepping, but there is just so much to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon I'll be able to think about other things. Things like; living without cable, x-mas trip to UT, home improvement projects and waiting for the 2010 soccer season to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7533889556648755856?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7533889556648755856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7533889556648755856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7533889556648755856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7533889556648755856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6957656061758629796</id><published>2009-11-06T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:32:12.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Best Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SvTUud-yx7I/AAAAAAAAFJA/vFPL4cJVOtI/s1600-h/poetry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SvTUud-yx7I/AAAAAAAAFJA/vFPL4cJVOtI/s200/poetry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401175747911141298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SvTUt0MLBFI/AAAAAAAAFI4/8wXINzVUdaE/s1600-h/dunnies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SvTUt0MLBFI/AAAAAAAAFI4/8wXINzVUdaE/s200/dunnies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401175736692966482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SvTUtXAIBKI/AAAAAAAAFIw/L7cIzwN0HoU/s1600-h/wcs1.ubs-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SvTUtXAIBKI/AAAAAAAAFIw/L7cIzwN0HoU/s200/wcs1.ubs-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401175728857810082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling stressed and a little freaked out about work today, so I'm going to focus on the good stuff. I love getting to design and install window displays. It is the best part of my job. I even like taking them down. In the best of times this about 50% of my job. I guess I have to earn the joy. I like the challenge of making something like a bargain book sale fun and interesting. I am so lucky to work with some very talented graphic designers. Sorry that the photos aren't clearer (windows are tricky to photograph). The first image is a window celebrating poetry month, I was excited to be able to use some vintage typewriters I had on hand. Second is advertising a sale on Dummies titles, notice the cool, suspended light bulbs. Last is a display from a contest I entered celebrating the 10th anniversary of The Worst-Case Scenario Handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst, I won 1st place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6957656061758629796?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6957656061758629796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6957656061758629796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6957656061758629796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6957656061758629796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-part.html' title='The Best Part'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SvTUud-yx7I/AAAAAAAAFJA/vFPL4cJVOtI/s72-c/poetry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7839785320060549799</id><published>2009-10-31T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:26:53.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Make Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuzP8_t7QAI/AAAAAAAAFHw/uP4XNI3ZId8/s1600-h/holiday2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuzP8_t7QAI/AAAAAAAAFHw/uP4XNI3ZId8/s200/holiday2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398918700113543170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuzRMrBNtZI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/nizI3Xu3TpA/s1600-h/holiday3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; clear: both; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuzRMrBNtZI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/nizI3Xu3TpA/s200/holiday3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398920068946834834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="clear: right;"&gt;Over the past few weeks I've spent most of my work-time preparing for our holiday displays. This is an equally fun and stressful time. This year I'm making several book sculptures that will be hanging in the windows. I've got two weeks until instillation starts, eek. My goal is to get through without crying or losing my cool, while keeping positive and flexible. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over six days I will travel to 8 stores, decorating windows and in-store displays in each. Thank god I am part of an amazing team. Photos of the work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7839785320060549799?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7839785320060549799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7839785320060549799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7839785320060549799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7839785320060549799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-make-things.html' title='Sometimes I Make Things'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuzP8_t7QAI/AAAAAAAAFHw/uP4XNI3ZId8/s72-c/holiday2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-7216893884615330204</id><published>2009-10-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:54:03.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Crisis of confidence adverted!&lt;br /&gt;Well, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-7216893884615330204?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7216893884615330204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=7216893884615330204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7216893884615330204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/7216893884615330204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8138920104444782248</id><published>2009-10-25T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:24:29.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuTriSlh61I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Dz87-uu60e8/s1600-h/fan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuTriSlh61I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Dz87-uu60e8/s200/fan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396697227834026834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unexpected has happened to me over the past year. I have become a soccer, ahem, football fan. I'm talking devoted, season ticket holder, scarves up fandom. Some friends were getting season tickets to the Sounders inaugural season and we thought it sounded like fun. Unaware of the cost or time commitment we signed up. Thankfully, I was hooked before the half of the first match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a competitive streak and this devotion feeds right into that (for better or worse). I have my &lt;a href="http://www.soundersfc.com/Team/Players/Kasey-Keller.aspx"&gt;favorite&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://real.saltlake.mlsnet.com/players/bio.jsp?team=t121&amp;amp;player=beckerman_k&amp;amp;playerId=bec355964&amp;amp;statType=current"&gt;least favorite&lt;/a&gt; players. My mood is effected my the outcome of a match. The beautiful game is the perfect hobby to off set the doldrums of  daily life. Heartache, drama and joy. The bluest skies you've ever seen are in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTkDE_AkZ5Y"&gt;Seattle&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8138920104444782248?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8138920104444782248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8138920104444782248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8138920104444782248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8138920104444782248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/10/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SuTriSlh61I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Dz87-uu60e8/s72-c/fan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-2773053320973188157</id><published>2009-10-17T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:36:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/StpUDgfezmI/AAAAAAAAFGg/rDuVdouW2BU/s1600-h/greentomatoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/StpUDgfezmI/AAAAAAAAFGg/rDuVdouW2BU/s200/greentomatoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393715922967907938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/StpUKDB1TPI/AAAAAAAAFGo/_8ZmpTqmzQI/s1600-h/salsa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/StpUKDB1TPI/AAAAAAAAFGo/_8ZmpTqmzQI/s200/salsa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393716035318009074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/StpUTFSVNjI/AAAAAAAAFGw/YLeEZK4PX60/s1600-h/salsa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/StpUTFSVNjI/AAAAAAAAFGw/YLeEZK4PX60/s200/salsa2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393716190542902834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first vegetable garden over the Summer. Getting to eat from our very own yard was fantastic! And I've learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew several tomato plants, all from seed. We ended up with 12 plants and many tens of tomatoes. Sadly, I started my plants late and only a few fruits were able to ripen on the vine. Resulting in more green tomatoes than I know what to do with. So far we have made Fried Green Tomatoes, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/27/health/nutrition/27recipehealth.html"&gt;Green Tomato and Swiss Chard Gratin&lt;/a&gt; and Green Tomato Salsa. Making the salsa was my first canning experience (not including watching my mom). I've never been interested in canning, but it has become necessary. It was not nearly as messy or time consuming as thought it would be. Canning turned out to be fun and way satisfying. I'm ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-2773053320973188157?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2773053320973188157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=2773053320973188157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2773053320973188157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/2773053320973188157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-it.html' title='Can it.'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/StpUDgfezmI/AAAAAAAAFGg/rDuVdouW2BU/s72-c/greentomatoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-6346065407092528597</id><published>2009-10-03T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:35:58.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Ssff1K36wyI/AAAAAAAAFFo/leDH1Ul70PI/s1600-h/oldhousecrop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Ssff1K36wyI/AAAAAAAAFFo/leDH1Ul70PI/s200/oldhousecrop.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388521583717040930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a house is a lot of work. Duh. But it is a lot of never-ending work. And we bought a house that is not a fixer! Imagine if we had bought one of the many places we looked at that were fixers. Thank god we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every project we've undertaken has been by choice and my idea. For the first time I feel like my home is a reflection of me and I want that reflection to be of the best me. The cool, smart me. Not the unorganized, tacky me. Sigh. Thankfully I have an amazing partner who puts up with it all. Exciting info on projects is on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-6346065407092528597?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6346065407092528597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=6346065407092528597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6346065407092528597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/6346065407092528597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-work.html' title='House Work'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/Ssff1K36wyI/AAAAAAAAFFo/leDH1Ul70PI/s72-c/oldhousecrop.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040229681964861881.post-8853292326562409421</id><published>2009-09-19T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:09:44.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SrWAGvsdi1I/AAAAAAAAFCY/PZ7ewPQYf-o/s1600-h/kitty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SrWAGvsdi1I/AAAAAAAAFCY/PZ7ewPQYf-o/s200/kitty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383349782961818450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to be positive and gripe less, I made a list of a few things I like. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pink cookie&lt;br /&gt;easy hikes&lt;br /&gt;going out of town and coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Kasey Keller&lt;br /&gt;tiny versions of big things&lt;br /&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;chats with Sophie&lt;br /&gt;Anthro sale rack&lt;br /&gt;having my hair washed at the salon&lt;br /&gt;Seattle&lt;br /&gt;flowers&lt;br /&gt;sparkling watter&lt;br /&gt;dinners in and out with S&lt;br /&gt;Nutella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably pointless. Whateverz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040229681964861881-8853292326562409421?l=spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8853292326562409421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040229681964861881&amp;postID=8853292326562409421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8853292326562409421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040229681964861881/posts/default/8853292326562409421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoilyourdinner.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-things-i-like.html' title='A few things I like.'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11273614518740091444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/TAHBcdGwB3I/AAAAAAAAF70/GJjt_7YGnfw/S220/working.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p61Bfvg0xJY/SrWAGvsdi1I/AAAAAAAAFCY/PZ7ewPQYf-o/s72-c/kitty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
