<?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-8541759802939398655</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:18:54.190-07:00</updated><category term='first haircut'/><category term='I'/><category term='Coffee Mug Cake'/><category term='Welcome to my random thoughts and outfits'/><category term='Dumb.......ass'/><title type='text'>Ann T Quittys Wardrobe and Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-16792035458999297</id><published>2008-11-27T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:36:30.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first haircut'/><title type='text'>Sara's first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SS5po59P3VI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oBx7OfMLzhA/s1600-h/Sara+first+hair+cut+before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SS5po59P3VI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oBx7OfMLzhA/s320/Sara+first+hair+cut+before.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273268365170826578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SS5peQzV1FI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EZfBqsW5yfM/s1600-h/Sara+first+hair+cut+d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SS5peQzV1FI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EZfBqsW5yfM/s320/Sara+first+hair+cut+d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273268182324728914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The during&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SS5pSG8-uqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qMMOI59sW7U/s1600-h/sara+first+haircut+all+done.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SS5pSG8-uqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qMMOI59sW7U/s320/sara+first+haircut+all+done.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273267973522373282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of Sara. She didn't fuss or cry at all. She is such a big girl now.&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/8541759802939398655-16792035458999297?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/16792035458999297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=16792035458999297' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/16792035458999297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/16792035458999297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/11/saras-first-haircut.html' title='Sara&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SS5po59P3VI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oBx7OfMLzhA/s72-c/Sara+first+hair+cut+before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2214519964585331643</id><published>2008-11-05T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:18:34.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SRFWwO5e0WI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UQAZ2kTneWY/s1600-h/barack_obama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SRFWwO5e0WI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UQAZ2kTneWY/s320/barack_obama2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265084826005721442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;OBAMA WON! THANK YOU LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2214519964585331643?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2214519964585331643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2214519964585331643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2214519964585331643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2214519964585331643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-some-change.html' title='Finally some change!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SRFWwO5e0WI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UQAZ2kTneWY/s72-c/barack_obama2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-213590823538327233</id><published>2008-10-31T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:57:12.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect blackmail picture someday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SQv9Z-7AvZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZVt0hbtWF7Y/s1600-h/Sara+in+her+costume.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SQv9Z-7AvZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZVt0hbtWF7Y/s320/Sara+in+her+costume.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263579212341624210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Daughter the Dainty Flower!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-213590823538327233?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/213590823538327233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=213590823538327233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/213590823538327233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/213590823538327233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-blackmail-picture-someday.html' title='Perfect blackmail picture someday!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SQv9Z-7AvZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZVt0hbtWF7Y/s72-c/Sara+in+her+costume.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-293356101236871595</id><published>2008-10-10T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:01:36.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I 've fallen and I can't get up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SO_s2TkfZBI/AAAAAAAAARc/Q8DGWXwA_rM/s1600-h/yeah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SO_s2TkfZBI/AAAAAAAAARc/Q8DGWXwA_rM/s320/yeah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255679707875075090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have really done it this time. On Tuesday I fell down my back cement steps and really hurt myself. I cracked my head on the cement, landed on my tail bone, and finally rolled to the floor on my right side. Needless to say I am bruised and soar. I had a big goose egg on my head which might be a slight concussion, I have a bruise on my ass that is bigger then my hand, and I can't raise my arm to even put a hair tie in my hair. It all rather sucks. Most of all I have taken more advil then  have ever done before, I have burst out in tears from pain, and I have orders I need to get done. If only Eric knew how to sew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-293356101236871595?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/293356101236871595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=293356101236871595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/293356101236871595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/293356101236871595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-ve-fallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html' title='I &apos;ve fallen and I can&apos;t get up!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SO_s2TkfZBI/AAAAAAAAARc/Q8DGWXwA_rM/s72-c/yeah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-7835618082783518297</id><published>2008-10-02T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:59:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SOXCu14ZwoI/AAAAAAAAARU/uPzD1edwKVs/s1600-h/sinus3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SOXCu14ZwoI/AAAAAAAAARU/uPzD1edwKVs/s320/sinus3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252818650390971010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore! At this point if I could rip the front half of my face off and clean it out I would. I don't know if it is allergies, infection, or what! All I know is nothing is working to help me. I can't take it much longer. I might have to break down, see a doctor and pay some inflated amount of money to see him.  This sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-7835618082783518297?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7835618082783518297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=7835618082783518297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7835618082783518297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7835618082783518297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-in-pain.html' title='I am in pain!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SOXCu14ZwoI/AAAAAAAAARU/uPzD1edwKVs/s72-c/sinus3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3412037666790439776</id><published>2008-09-11T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:35:47.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs fake lawn ornaments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SMnxho5oPVI/AAAAAAAAARM/CM8Ny6CLDIY/s1600-h/image0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SMnxho5oPVI/AAAAAAAAARM/CM8Ny6CLDIY/s320/image0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244988801266761042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs fake lawn ornaments when you can have the real thing! This picture of elk is from a sub-division housing area. This is what happens when we build in their back yards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3412037666790439776?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3412037666790439776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3412037666790439776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3412037666790439776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3412037666790439776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-needs-fake-lawn-ornaments.html' title='Who needs fake lawn ornaments...'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SMnxho5oPVI/AAAAAAAAARM/CM8Ny6CLDIY/s72-c/image0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5821192350616571340</id><published>2008-09-09T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:35:30.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee Mug Cake'/><title type='text'>The most dangerous cake in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SMZfM8ZIKXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ld9YJDn6igU/s1600-h/chocolate-cake-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SMZfM8ZIKXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ld9YJDn6igU/s320/chocolate-cake-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243983492094110066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried this last night and I have to say it works!( Not my picture above. Many have tried this with great results.) The cake isn't to bad.  Now keep in mind that the cake is being micro waved so it doesn't exactly taste  like a baked cake. Also buy some frosting to put on top. It does make a  difference. Then again when does it not.  LOL. Overall not bad for a 3 minute  cake. Personally I say ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="margin: 0px;font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minute Chocolate Mug Cake&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Coffee Mug&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons flour(that's plain flour,  not self-rising)&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons  sugar&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons baking  cocoa&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons milk&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons oil&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons chocolate chips  (optional)&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small splash of  vanilla&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add dry ingredients to  mug, and mix well . Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and  mix well. Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla, and mix again. Put  your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts. The cake will  rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! Allow to cool a little, and  tip out onto a plate if desired. EAT! (this can serve 2 if you want to  share!)&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is this the  most dangerous cake recipe in the world? 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The family and some friends are going to the Great Lakes Medieval Faire on July 20th and this will be the first time Sara will be dressed up. So of course I had to make her a matching outfit. I know, perhaps overkill, but I think she will look super cute. Not only that but, I can use the dress as a display gown to go with mine when I sell at my booth. I even made her a cute little coif to go with the dress. The only thing that is different is the trim on the dress. Mainly because I couldn't find the one that is on my dress. I think it might be discontinued. :-( The one on her dress does seem to pop. As for the partalet that is under my dress, I think I might put a short sleeve onsie on Sara so it fits a bit better on her. I will need to experiment a little to see what works. I can't wait to take pictures of her in the outfit. I just hope it isn't going to be to hot to wear the dresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-557187980562588742?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/557187980562588742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=557187980562588742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/557187980562588742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/557187980562588742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-girls-matching-dress.html' title='My little girls matching dress'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SF00hPiXRDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/R99c0fzwN9Y/s72-c/girls+elizabethan+gown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-47323409485598681</id><published>2008-06-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:03.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favs! A Renaissance Jester costume!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi7riaUVWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MtlHTTU_Q2U/s1600-h/backview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi7riaUVWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MtlHTTU_Q2U/s320/backview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208619325699937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi7kHMTT2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/VaHGHgEoZcI/s1600-h/Jester+costume+frontview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi7kHMTT2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/VaHGHgEoZcI/s320/Jester+costume+frontview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208619198134308706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi4geqlM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/SAVVCHx0Ahc/s1600-h/Jester+Costume+sideview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi4geqlM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/SAVVCHx0Ahc/s320/Jester+Costume+sideview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208615837180965842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite men's Renaissance outfit I have made. I wanted to make a Jester's outfit as soon as I saw this fabric. I cut the fabric on the bias to get the diamond shape with the squares. Once I had that done it was all about sewing the bells on ribbons onto the doublet and pumpkin pants. Of course I couldn't stop there, I made a Jester hat with bells too. With the help of some lovely ladies from a sewing group I belong to I got the porcelain doll head and started the make the Jester's wand. I dressed the wand jester just like the costume. You can see the wand below. I ended up selling the outfit on Ebay. The man in the pictures very graciously to let me use these pictures. It is always so nice to see your work in action. He ended up selling the outfit himself when he changed persona's. So where ever this outfit is I hope it is getting a lot of use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi36hnSqxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D-Gxiw7C0Pc/s1600-h/Jester+outfit+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi36hnSqxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D-Gxiw7C0Pc/s320/Jester+outfit+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208615185137445650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-47323409485598681?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/47323409485598681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=47323409485598681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/47323409485598681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/47323409485598681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-my-favs-renaissance-jester.html' title='One of my favs! A Renaissance Jester costume!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEi7riaUVWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MtlHTTU_Q2U/s72-c/backview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3120227135011935134</id><published>2008-06-05T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:03.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ped Egg ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEixtToy6PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yl1n_1OpKKI/s1600-h/PedEgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEixtToy6PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yl1n_1OpKKI/s320/PedEgg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208608360977590514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This handy little thing is a Ped Egg. It is awesome! I got mine a few days ago and finally used it last night. My feet look and feel great. I highly recommend it to anyone who has bad calluses on their feet. For me this comes around every spring when my feet get to breath in sandals again. For me the pumas stones never really worked. So when I would get out the shower I would...bare with me here.... take my thumb nail and scrap the dead skin off. I know it sounds gross but that is what I did. Even then they still looked like crap. I have tried creams with no help, a pedicure by a professional with no help, and a pumas stone on a stick with no help. So I saw this Ped Egg on TV and thought, "I wonder if it really works?" I have seen things on TV for sale and thought, "right, that doesn't work or it isn't worth the money." Then I got a 20% off coupon from Bed, Bath, &amp;amp; Beyond and thought, "Lets give it a try. If it doesn't work then I am only out $5.00." So I asked the girl behind the counter if she heard about these and if they work and she told me, "We sell a ton of these things. Women come in and buy one for themselves and then come back to get them as gifts." A glowing review and I have to admit I totally agree with them. My feet look lovely. The only complaint I have is that not all the shaved skin gets caught in the egg. Most of it does. So I would do this over a small trash can just in case of fall out.  So my lady friends guess what you might be getting as a gift... a Ped Egg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3120227135011935134?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3120227135011935134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3120227135011935134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3120227135011935134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3120227135011935134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/ped-egg-rocks.html' title='The Ped Egg ROCKS!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SEixtToy6PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yl1n_1OpKKI/s72-c/PedEgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-7229108057694605400</id><published>2008-05-29T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:04.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because real men wear cod pieces!</title><content type='html'>So I was going through some pictures on line and found a few good pictures of men wearing Renaissance clothing. I thought to myself, "Now that is a cod piece!" So in honor of the cod piece I thought I would post a few pics of my men's outfit that had a cod piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-gyj3hYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AUXCXZS2ZTs/s1600-h/Doublet+green+tap+cod+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-gyj3hYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AUXCXZS2ZTs/s320/Doublet+green+tap+cod+side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205948427312530818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-ayj3hXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3zmQxRVcu6c/s1600-h/green+tap+men+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-ayj3hXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3zmQxRVcu6c/s320/green+tap+men+back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205948324233315698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-Sij3hWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WVSVsJHhHiM/s1600-h/green+tap+men+pants+front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-Sij3hWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WVSVsJHhHiM/s320/green+tap+men+pants+front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205948182499394914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-Lij3hVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/h2DXPlIeHMQ/s1600-h/green+tap+men+cod+down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-Lij3hVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/h2DXPlIeHMQ/s320/green+tap+men+cod+down.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205948062240310610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-ESj3hUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DQE9fSgxsBM/s1600-h/Doublet+green+tap+cod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-ESj3hUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DQE9fSgxsBM/s320/Doublet+green+tap+cod.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205947937686259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-7229108057694605400?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7229108057694605400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=7229108057694605400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7229108057694605400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7229108057694605400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-real-men-wear-cod-pieces.html' title='Because real men wear cod pieces!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SD8-gyj3hYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AUXCXZS2ZTs/s72-c/Doublet+green+tap+cod+side.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-1524810592324844990</id><published>2008-05-29T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:34:51.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No thrills airline</title><content type='html'>Ah yes. With the airlines now getting rid of free nuts and charging you to bring luggage with you on a trip, this clip has even more meaning then when it was first aired on the Carol Burnett show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCz8he36hsk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCz8he36hsk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-1524810592324844990?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1524810592324844990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=1524810592324844990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1524810592324844990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1524810592324844990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-thrills-airline.html' title='No thrills airline'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3450995415449025545</id><published>2008-05-27T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:04.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 1 today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SDw5uyj3hRI/AAAAAAAAANs/3rm1USsQXDU/s1600-h/2524877478_d56ef58dcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SDw5uyj3hRI/AAAAAAAAANs/3rm1USsQXDU/s320/2524877478_d56ef58dcc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205098745342428434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it! My baby is a year old today.  It is a bitter sweet day for me. On one hand my baby girl is starting to walk, play, and be a big girl. She can hold her on bottle, feed herself puffs, and sit up to play with toys in the bath tub. On the other hand she is no longer my little tiny baby. To hold as she falls asleep on my chest, to fall sleep when she was in her swing, and wear her cute little footie onesies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one year today that this angel came into Eric and I's life and I haven't regretted a single moment of it. I thank god that there was a way for me to become pregnant with her. I thank god that she came out ok with no complications or health problems, and I thank god that I was able to keep another human being alive for this long. LOL On a serious note, I thank god for her being in my life. I feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my pookie poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SDw8_yj3hSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/o9PFDNCe4Qs/s1600-h/2524086363_21f8863012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SDw8_yj3hSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/o9PFDNCe4Qs/s320/2524086363_21f8863012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205102335935087906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3450995415449025545?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3450995415449025545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3450995415449025545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3450995415449025545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3450995415449025545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-baby-is-1-today.html' title='My baby is 1 today'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SDw5uyj3hRI/AAAAAAAAANs/3rm1USsQXDU/s72-c/2524877478_d56ef58dcc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3050271538687330410</id><published>2008-05-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:05.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My father-in-law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SCYGapZFjuI/AAAAAAAAANk/JPImD6d1Jm4/s1600-h/Embrace-Print-C10314420.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SCYGapZFjuI/AAAAAAAAANk/JPImD6d1Jm4/s320/Embrace-Print-C10314420.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198849874703257314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All week long I have been looking for the right words to say to my husband, and how I feel about the passing of my father-in-law. It has been hard for me to express the sadness I feel. The pain, anger, and  the overall hurt. Dave was a good guy. Even though I only knew him for the past 15 years I felt that he truly liked me and thought I was good for his son. I don't feel like he ever held back around me when he needed to get something off his chest or had a bad word to say about me. Even if he did I don't think he would say it. Some of the things I will remember about him is his tractor rides with the kids, playing games with all of us, working on the pool in the summer, and how he always wanted a belt and wallet for his birthday.  After he got his belt and wallet he had to come up with something new.  Not to mention his penchant for being a smart ass when he could. Perhaps maybe that's why I liked him. We share that. He was also so excited over the fact that I started my own business. He kept telling me I would need to get employees some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am angry about is the fact that he won't get to know Sara and vice-versa. I got to know my grandparents and spend time with them.  I have fond memories of playing golf with my grandfathers, going camping with them, and going for bike rides. I even remember eating the best hamburger I ever ate from my grandmother. It is hard for me to think that Sara won't have those type of memories about her Grandpa Williams. He won't get to share in her first birthday and take her for a tractor ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am also angry at the fact that he smoked for such a long time. Even though the doctor told him he needed to stop he didn't. He smoked cigs for most of his life and I know it is hard to give the habit up. I guess I was just angry at the fact that I knew what was going to happen and there wasn't a damn thing I could say or do to make him see that.  Doctors talk about lung cancer but that isn't what kills people; it is emphysema that kills people. It is what killed Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all I just have a sense of loss. Knowing that he isn't around anymore. That if Eric needed help his dad won't be there. Knowing that none of our parents are immortal here on Earth and that some day I will need to do the same with my parents. I can't even bear the thought of losing my Buster puppy let alone a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sad at the fact that Eric couldn't be there when he passed. I know that things happen for a reason and he didn't want Eric to see him that way. It is still just hard. I have been seeing Eric beat himself up over the fact that he didn't take enough pictures of him with Sara or videos of them together.  It breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been crying off and on over the past few days and little things have set me off. I cried when Eric told me about his passing but what really made me cry was when Eric brought a small part of his air hose home. Sara would play with it when she was on his lap. As Sara played with the hose I couldn't hold back my tears. Suddenly Eric was consoling me instead of the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are going to read this Eric and I am sorry he is gone. I am sorry you will not see your dad again. I am sorry if you think I was harsh about his smoking. I knew he wasn't going to make it out of the hospital but I didn't want to say anything. I wanted you to have hope.  Most of all I am sorry we couldn't spend more time with him at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are sir, what ever you might be doing, I hope you are happy. I hope there isn't anymore pain.  I hope that there is plenty of air to breath and lots of people to talk with. I hope you know what you meant to us still left behind. Over all a loving man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3050271538687330410?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3050271538687330410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3050271538687330410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3050271538687330410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3050271538687330410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-father-in-law.html' title='My father-in-law'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SCYGapZFjuI/AAAAAAAAANk/JPImD6d1Jm4/s72-c/Embrace-Print-C10314420.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3776041137695565542</id><published>2008-04-22T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:06.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want is some good looking plus size clothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SA6a-baSH5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fCd4hdnhvvA/s1600-h/H52547_994_S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SA6a-baSH5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fCd4hdnhvvA/s320/H52547_994_S.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192257817705324434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a plus size gal for many years of my life and it has been a bummer. I know I am fat and I have grown to accept it. I am never going to be a size 10 or less and I know that. I came close once when I was in college but I did nothing but exercise my life away. I don't have that kind of time on my hands now. Granted I would love to be a size 14 again but unless I go on a drastic diet and liposuction program I don't see that happening anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I bring this up is I recently saw a lovely blouse I was interested in buying. For this blouse to fit I would have needed a solid 3XL size to give me enough room. Now this is nothing out of the ordinary for me since I have an extremely large chest.  I wear a size 40I bra. I have always had a big chest. Even when I was close to a size 10 I wore a 36DD bra. So getting shirts big enough hasn't bothered me. So I go into the store to check out the sizes on this shirt. They only go up to a L-XL. I was bummed. The store lady comes over and asked if she could help me. I told her I was interested in this lovely blouse but it wasn't big enough. So she insisted I try it on. I am thinking, "HELLO LADY HAVE YOU LOOKED AT MY CHEST?" so I thought well I would give it a try. Needless to say I should have gone with my first thought and not even bothered. I came out and said there was no way. She said, "Let me check the catalogue and see if there is a bigger size offered. HOPE! at last nothing. The biggest sized offered is a L-XL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rejected I left the store. Now why is it all the nice looking stuff is made for a woman a size 14 and smaller. I looked in a plus size store and everything looks like a sack! I don't want to wear a sack! I want to wear something pretty, airy, and creates a shape other then round! Not only that but there doesn't seem to be a middle ground. It is either all made for older ladies or for overweight Huchie-mamas! I don't want to look like a grandma but I don't want to look like a hooker either! I just want something that is nice, casual, and elegant. Who buys this crap for stores to sell!? I am thinking it is either some skinny bitch or some brain dead man with no style! I mean really, who in the hell thinks multi-colored paisley shirts look good!?!?!?!? Not only that but if I do find something nice to wear and it is big enough it doesn't fit right. Either the shoulders are to big of the bottom half is to tight. I think I am doomed to be naked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3776041137695565542?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3776041137695565542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3776041137695565542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3776041137695565542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3776041137695565542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-i-want-is-some-good-looking-plus.html' title='All I want is some good looking plus size clothing!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SA6a-baSH5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fCd4hdnhvvA/s72-c/H52547_994_S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-8309680576728700076</id><published>2008-04-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite Italian Renassance dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SABPF9plbEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TBi1Fyo_XuU/s1600-h/Bubble+gum+Italian+Renassance+dress+gown+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SABPF9plbEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TBi1Fyo_XuU/s320/Bubble+gum+Italian+Renassance+dress+gown+side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188233734597733442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite Italian Renaissance dresses I have made. It isn't traditional fabric but the  cut is based off a period pattern. I have the ties on the side of the dress so it will fit a wide array of sizes.  I have made a few of these dress ensembles over the years and I love the way this one turned out. I also like this one:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SABQgNplbFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6_CPstB_IE4/s1600-h/customer+Italian+gown+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SABQgNplbFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6_CPstB_IE4/s320/customer+Italian+gown+side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188235285080927314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this dress I have the ties sewn into the pieces instead of through grommet holes.  Also the front panel comes out if you want to create a different look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-8309680576728700076?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8309680576728700076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=8309680576728700076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8309680576728700076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8309680576728700076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-of-my-favorite-italian-renassance.html' title='One of my favorite Italian Renassance dresses'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/SABPF9plbEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TBi1Fyo_XuU/s72-c/Bubble+gum+Italian+Renassance+dress+gown+side.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5486873484775396941</id><published>2008-03-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:09.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best surprise party ever!</title><content type='html'>Coming up is the anniversary of one of the best surprise parties ever! Let me set the the scene for you. In the below post I talk about the Wooster Rotary Auction. I go every year and stay till the bitter end. I like to see how much things go for. Last year I was 8 months pregnant with my first and only child little Sara Marie. My plan was to get a dry sink and turn it into a changing table for the baby. On the first day a lovely dry sink came up. I bid on it and it went for over $200.00. I couldn't justify paying that much for it so I let it go. Besides I had a different one to bid on the next day and I was hoping to get that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day arrives and I feel like crap. I got up and told Eric I wasn't feeling all that well and thought about just staying home but our fiends were coming down for the auction so I thought I better go. Plus I really wanted that dry sink. So off I went and I waited for my loving husband to arrive later after he was done at work. Showing up late, very late I might add, he finally made it there before my auction for the dry sink came up. What he didn't know was I had planned a surprise of my own.  To buy him something he always wanted to replace from his childhood. A Pinchinco game. I won it and was so excited to show him. He arrived sweating, and out of breath. I asked him if he was alright and he said, "Yes. I just had a bunch of running around to do." I showed him the game and I became the coolest person in the world that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know the reason why he was late and sweaty. He was helping to plan a big surprise Baby Shower for me. At some point I had expected a baby shower to be thrown for me by the coolest BFF around Ms. Trixie Ray. However, I had expected to be told about it ahead of time. This is when my Husband, BFF, Andy, Shannon deuce, and  Kevin decide to through a surprise baby shower.   Throw me off my guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband had been asked strange questions when he arrived at the auction like, "Is the football in play?" or "Is the notebook orange?" I didn't think anything of it mainly because my friends are just plan strange to begin with. At one point my husband said he needed to call his Dad on the cell phone which I thought, "Why? It is almost over."Then my dry sink came my in the cue. Eric said he would bid because of my loss of the other the night before and he knew I was upset about it. Pregnant remember!? Anyway, we got up there and I told him, "If it goes to high stop bidding. I will stop hitting your leg when it gets to high." The dry sink went up to $200.00, I stop hitting but he kept going. AHHHHH! I later found out that he got it because there were people in our house and they were all waiting on us to get there. My plan was to bid on something different down the list if I didn't get the dry sink and Eric couldn't take that chance. After we won and paid for the item Eric said to me, "I need to eat. Also i don't want someone to steal my Pinchinco game." I thought to myself, "No one is going to steal your damn Pinchinco game."  I wanted to stay but I relented and we went home. I followed Eric home  and noticed a bunch of cars parked on the road. I thought, "Wow, someone must be having a party." Eric parked and was running up the sidewalk with his game in hand and I thought, "What the hell dude! And you were worried about someone stealing it and here you are running with it!?" I pulled into the garage and this is when the fun starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the door, put the key in, and the door opened. My first thought was "Oh my God Eric didn't lock the door!" Then it went to,"I hear voices, Who is in my house and Oh God don't take my TiVo!" The lights were on and I walled in to confront the people in my house! That's when "Surprise!" The pictures below are the first  pics  of me walking into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sq3n4DxmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qqt4M5auYDU/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sq3n4DxmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qqt4M5auYDU/s320/DSC01926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182282931305170530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sqgn4DxlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ptjLIes_wTg/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sqgn4DxlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ptjLIes_wTg/s320/DSC01927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182282536168179282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-spsX4DxkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LRhSP08kgow/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-spsX4DxkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LRhSP08kgow/s320/DSC01928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182281638520014402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can truly say for the first time in my life I was speechless. I am never speechless, ever! I couldn't talk for a good full 15 minutes. This whole time Eric was calling the house and letting them know we were late, then we had left, and finally, "To the people in my house, we are here. Hide!" Andy and Kevin almost didn't make it for the big reveal because they went to the store for beer and went through red lights to make it back in time.  What a cleaver deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, I have wonderful friends, a loving husband, the coolest BFF, and a $225.00 changing table. I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-spV34DxjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mRSXdImryFo/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-spV34DxjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mRSXdImryFo/s320/DSC01941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182281251972957746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5486873484775396941?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5486873484775396941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5486873484775396941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5486873484775396941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5486873484775396941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-surprise-party-ever.html' title='Best surprise party ever!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sq3n4DxmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qqt4M5auYDU/s72-c/DSC01926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5620749458093858324</id><published>2008-03-26T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:09.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auction time again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sjcX4DxiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2tJcpnhyVLM/s1600-h/RotaryWheel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sjcX4DxiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2tJcpnhyVLM/s320/RotaryWheel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182274766572340770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As many of you know it is time to go to the Wooster Rotary Auction in Wooster, Ohio. this auction is frickin' big! Hundreds of stuff to bid on. The Wooster Rotary hold this auction to help raise money for the community and it has become a look forward to event for many years now. Here is a link to the auction and a list of all the items being sold. &lt;a href="http://pages.sssnet.com/rotaryclub/"&gt;http://pages.sssnet.com/rotaryclub/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we are selling some items that I got at the auction and simply no longer have room for or have replaced through the years.  My husband is even selling some of his comic books. 2 great big boxes full of books. I am hoping for some good money from our fine items. We are selling a wooden rocking chair, 5 kitchen chairs, a lovely round table, and the comic books. However, any money I make will more then likely go towards the buying of new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband also has a pension for buying strange and unusual things. One year it was a small cheese box with a jingle Santa and a Canadian Mountie in it.  He was so proud of that purchase. The best story is of my friend Marni. After a screwed up attempt at buying a rocking chair for herself, she was bound and determined to buy a small child's rocking chair for her son. The time came around the end of the auction and she stood up, got in view, and started to bid. Unfortunately she was bidding against a dealer and the price had sored to a high 100 dollars. Once she had won the bid she cried in a determined and stern voice, "405!" The high light of the auction. As she went to pay for the chair the people bidding against her thought she was a dealer and was jacking the price up. They soon realized after watching Marni's son standing on the chair that she was indeed not a dealer. They apologized. She still ended up paying $100 for the chair. Afterwards she put her hand to her check and said, " I just bought a chair for $100.00 for a 3 year old. He'll probably break tomorrow." It lasted a little longer then that but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a few new people coming in for the auction this year. Here is hoping they get auction fever too. After all there might be whale vertebra again this year to bid on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5620749458093858324?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5620749458093858324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5620749458093858324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5620749458093858324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5620749458093858324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/auction-time-again.html' title='Auction time again!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-sjcX4DxiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2tJcpnhyVLM/s72-c/RotaryWheel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3808657465209521594</id><published>2008-03-21T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:09.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adult smurf? WTF!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-ObLX4DxhI/AAAAAAAAALw/u6f93YLIN34/s1600-h/smurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-ObLX4DxhI/AAAAAAAAALw/u6f93YLIN34/s320/smurf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180154616096212498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Words fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3808657465209521594?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3808657465209521594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3808657465209521594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3808657465209521594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3808657465209521594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/adult-smurf-wtf.html' title='adult smurf? WTF!?'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R-ObLX4DxhI/AAAAAAAAALw/u6f93YLIN34/s72-c/smurf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-4535143113880271703</id><published>2008-03-16T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:10.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of St. Patty's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R922Nv_OqmI/AAAAAAAAALo/qFRQaRvcesI/s1600-h/shamrock+Irish+Over+dress+side+with+hat+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R922Nv_OqmI/AAAAAAAAALo/qFRQaRvcesI/s320/shamrock+Irish+Over+dress+side+with+hat+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178495493882161762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of St. Patty's Day I made this Irish over dress last year. The black linen has wonderful embroidered shamrocks all over it in kelly green. I thought a kelly green skirt would look perfect under this dress. I had a hard time selling this dress. I really loved it. If I ever come across this fabric again I am so buying. This time I will make a dress for myself.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-4535143113880271703?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4535143113880271703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=4535143113880271703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4535143113880271703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4535143113880271703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-honor-of-st-pattys-day.html' title='In honor of St. Patty&apos;s day'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R922Nv_OqmI/AAAAAAAAALo/qFRQaRvcesI/s72-c/shamrock+Irish+Over+dress+side+with+hat+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2644449438852981589</id><published>2008-03-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:10.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will Lee make a new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Missing (in) Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9cEFP_OqlI/AAAAAAAAALg/J4idXIfONzg/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9cEFP_OqlI/AAAAAAAAALg/J4idXIfONzg/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176610784923265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have checked in on Lee's blog every once and awhile and nothing new has appeared on her blog. Now I know Lee reads this blog and the other various people I have linked at the side of this blog so I am hoping this will be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HINT&lt;/span&gt; to Lee to post something new. Perhaps from this month.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2644449438852981589?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2644449438852981589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2644449438852981589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2644449438852981589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2644449438852981589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-will-lee-make-new-post.html' title='when will Lee make a new post'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9cEFP_OqlI/AAAAAAAAALg/J4idXIfONzg/s72-c/DSC01931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-4122872483513921016</id><published>2008-03-09T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:13.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 5 chase scenes</title><content type='html'>Last night Eric and I saw the Bourne movies again. What a great series of movies if you haven't seen them. Well, anyway we got to talking and I asked him what his top 5 chase scenes were. Here is our list.&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mention: Indian Jones and the Last Crusade. Scene: Indy and dad on the motorcycle. &lt;br /&gt;A great scene with good interaction between Harrison and Connery. Always a cleaver idea to use a road blocking stick as a lance. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TJ3__OqkI/AAAAAAAAALY/ch13SCO0d7s/s1600-h/lastsept07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TJ3__OqkI/AAAAAAAAALY/ch13SCO0d7s/s320/lastsept07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175983835662166594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mention: Bond, Tomorrow Never Dies. Scene: Michelle Yoeh and Perice Bronsen  on the motorcycle being chased while being handcuffed together.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this was cleaver. I loved the way they bickered on the bike as they tried to get into a good spot to drive the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TD6__OqiI/AAAAAAAAALI/gkBaXYTJOt0/s1600-h/tomorrowneverdiesm04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TD6__OqiI/AAAAAAAAALI/gkBaXYTJOt0/s320/tomorrowneverdiesm04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175977290132007458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Blue Brothers. Scene: end scene being chased by everyone and there brother. &lt;br /&gt;When you can have that many people chasing you its got to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TDs__OqhI/AAAAAAAAALA/DBZHqgZRyf0/s1600-h/8F52AF93CEA3DF41D943AE97B99B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TDs__OqhI/AAAAAAAAALA/DBZHqgZRyf0/s320/8F52AF93CEA3DF41D943AE97B99B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175977049613838866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Bourne Ultimatum. Scene: foot chase through the roof tops and apartment buildings. &lt;br /&gt;What a great chase scene. Two chases going on at the same time. We have Bourne being chased by the police and Nickles being chased by the "Asset". What a great way to shoot the scene too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TDgf_OqgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3AN1aYy0Glg/s1600-h/bourne+ultimatum+capture+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TDgf_OqgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3AN1aYy0Glg/s320/bourne+ultimatum+capture+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175976834865474050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bond Casino Royal. Scene: Chase on foot through the construction zone. &lt;br /&gt;Any scene where two men are chasing each other on a beam that high up in the air has to be great. Not the mention the great foot work were Bond finally catches up with his man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TDO__OqfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0DJTqHokN9k/s1600-h/craneaction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TDO__OqfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0DJTqHokN9k/s320/craneaction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175976534217763314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Bourne Supremacy. Scene: Car chase through Russia&lt;br /&gt;I love the chase through Russia. It starts on foot and quickly leads to the cars. I sure would have hated to be the person trapped in the tunnel when those two cam through. Not to mention the poor Russian woman who got her truck stolen by the Russian assassin then smashed into pieces. You know the Russian government isn't going to replace her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TC8f_OqeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0Xp4cBT1f9s/s1600-h/thebournesupremacy_2_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TC8f_OqeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0Xp4cBT1f9s/s320/thebournesupremacy_2_th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175976216390183394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blues Brothers. Scene: car chase through the mall.&lt;br /&gt;This scene speaks for its self. Who wouldn't want to drive their car through say the gap or Victoria secrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TCtv_OqdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ewo6Vss9_EU/s1600-h/songlarge007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TCtv_OqdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ewo6Vss9_EU/s320/songlarge007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175975962987112914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-4122872483513921016?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4122872483513921016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=4122872483513921016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4122872483513921016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4122872483513921016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-5-chase-scenes.html' title='top 5 chase scenes'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9TJ3__OqkI/AAAAAAAAALY/ch13SCO0d7s/s72-c/lastsept07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2480186966275922428</id><published>2008-02-24T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:14.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I can tell I am a mom now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R8GoBv0qeaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6_HIsLluBP4/s1600-h/Jacks206x170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R8GoBv0qeaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6_HIsLluBP4/s320/Jacks206x170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170598595168729506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell I am a mother now mainly because I can sing with all the songs from Jack's Big Music Show now. I knew this would happen over time. The more you play with your children and let them watch TV shows there is bound to be one that they love. For Sara it is Jack's Big Music show. We have done the "wiggle dance" and the "Mel polka" since we have been watching and she has loved every moment. It has gotten to the point that she even recognizes the show when the lady at the start talks about how this show teaches certain skills. We do the theme song together and have fun singing along. I have gotten to the point that I don't even need the music to sing the song with her. &lt;br /&gt;Am I going insane?! Perhaps. I would like to think that it is becoming involved in my daughters life and enjoying the things she does. On the other hand maybe I need to get out the house a little more often. Below is a picture of my daughter watching the show. Such utter joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R8GqKf0qebI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-TlgSkcmPnA/s1600-h/DSCN2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R8GqKf0qebI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-TlgSkcmPnA/s320/DSCN2395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170600944515840434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2480186966275922428?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2480186966275922428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2480186966275922428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2480186966275922428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2480186966275922428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-i-can-tell-i-am-mom-now.html' title='How I can tell I am a mom now'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R8GoBv0qeaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6_HIsLluBP4/s72-c/Jacks206x170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-7789344372919426699</id><published>2008-02-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:15.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I don't need to sew</title><content type='html'>I guess I don't need to sew anymore. Everything can just be made from balloons! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R7I9c_0qeZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EbDuB9J0zEQ/s1600-h/ATT00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R7I9c_0qeZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EbDuB9J0zEQ/s320/ATT00018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166259290925332882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R7I9Yv0qeYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OscwiVH8Oxo/s1600-h/ATT00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R7I9Yv0qeYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OscwiVH8Oxo/s320/ATT00003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166259217910888834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R7I9Pf0qeXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-NxReflk7VE/s1600-h/ATT00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R7I9Pf0qeXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-NxReflk7VE/s320/ATT00010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166259058997098866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-7789344372919426699?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7789344372919426699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=7789344372919426699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7789344372919426699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7789344372919426699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-guess-i-dont-need-to-sew.html' title='I guess I don&apos;t need to sew'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R7I9c_0qeZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EbDuB9J0zEQ/s72-c/ATT00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-8832235026110617388</id><published>2008-02-07T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:15.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek "Q" Hat</title><content type='html'>I was hired to make a hat for a man looking for a hat that "Q" from Star Trek wore in I believe two episodes. "Q" had put humanity on trial and wore a hat that looks like a scholars hat from the renaissance period. The same style hat was worn by the judges in Harry Potter during the wizard trial in "Order of the Phoenix". The "Q" hat is square at the top with gathered fabric to the center. It is made with black velvet. I think it turned out ok. I hope he likes it. What do all you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6uCmUdA-oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B7f7m1fuxtM/s1600-h/Star+trek+Q+hat"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6uCmUdA-oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B7f7m1fuxtM/s320/Star+trek+Q+hat" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164364992547453570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6uC0EdA-pI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xN4GAVeYL-A/s1600-h/Star+trek+q+hat+side"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6uC0EdA-pI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xN4GAVeYL-A/s320/Star+trek+q+hat+side" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164365228770654866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-8832235026110617388?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8832235026110617388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=8832235026110617388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8832235026110617388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8832235026110617388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/02/star-trek-q-hat.html' title='Star Trek &quot;Q&quot; Hat'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6uCmUdA-oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B7f7m1fuxtM/s72-c/Star+trek+Q+hat' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-514245360467404956</id><published>2008-02-03T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:17.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dogs bite people! part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XXHEdA-lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d8_n0szW-p4/s1600-h/image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XXHEdA-lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d8_n0szW-p4/s320/image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162769064304638546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity Crisis 2. Moo? Not only that but am I a cow or a steer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XXD0dA-kI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6eZY3Y1mOfQ/s1600-h/image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XXD0dA-kI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6eZY3Y1mOfQ/s320/image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162769008470063682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to tell you this but I don't have any boobs there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW_kdA-jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sO1sqHhdYq8/s1600-h/image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW_kdA-jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sO1sqHhdYq8/s320/image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162768935455619634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to suck your blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW8UdA-iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/78C-I2qawUA/s1600-h/image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW8UdA-iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/78C-I2qawUA/s320/image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162768879621044770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO HERE COMES THE WIND AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW40dA-hI/AAAAAAAAAII/o_i_abc9Pu4/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW40dA-hI/AAAAAAAAAII/o_i_abc9Pu4/s320/image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162768819491502610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have go to be kidding me! Do I look like a bunny to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW0UdA-gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pi9edMGIarE/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XW0UdA-gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pi9edMGIarE/s320/image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162768742182091266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I falling over, I am falling over...........!&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/8541759802939398655-514245360467404956?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/514245360467404956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=514245360467404956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/514245360467404956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/514245360467404956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-dogs-bite-people-part-2.html' title='Why dogs bite people! part 2'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6XXHEdA-lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d8_n0szW-p4/s72-c/image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-4588921786979809785</id><published>2008-01-31T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:19.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dogs bite people! part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCkEdA-fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vCVjF9PO6U0/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCkEdA-fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vCVjF9PO6U0/s320/image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161831679102351858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shalome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCbEdA-eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/y7UVGLsD0h8/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCbEdA-eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/y7UVGLsD0h8/s320/image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161831524483529186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombs Away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCVUdA-dI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DDVBoTZK0PE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCVUdA-dI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DDVBoTZK0PE/s320/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161831425699281362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having an identity crisis! Meow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCOEdA-cI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oRMLiNUsntA/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCOEdA-cI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oRMLiNUsntA/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161831301145229762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really, do I look like a reindeer to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCG0dA-bI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pAGv4Nl8Fy4/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCG0dA-bI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pAGv4Nl8Fy4/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161831176591178162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Thundar the  Puppy and I am here to slay the dragon in this fair village!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KB4EdA-aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bVXhKVt-yMk/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KB4EdA-aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bVXhKVt-yMk/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161830923188107682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the hooves for paws. Poor dog.&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/8541759802939398655-4588921786979809785?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4588921786979809785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=4588921786979809785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4588921786979809785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4588921786979809785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-dogs-bite-people-part-1.html' title='Why dogs bite people! part 1'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KCkEdA-fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vCVjF9PO6U0/s72-c/image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-4519964417393148224</id><published>2008-01-31T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:19.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spoiled Under 30 Crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KAoUdA-YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uUWU5R9dl0U/s1600-h/2007-09-22T05_19_02-07_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KAoUdA-YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uUWU5R9dl0U/s200/2007-09-22T05_19_02-07_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161829553093540226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Spoiled  Under 30 Crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are 30 or older, you will think this is  hilarious!!!! If not, send it to your parents! They'll think it's  funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their  tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what  with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning ... Uphill BOTH ways ..  Yadda, yadda, yadda.  And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there  was no way in heck I was going to lay a bunch of junk like that on kids about  how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!  But now that... I'm over the  ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of  today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a  dang Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good  you've got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was a kid, we didn't have the Internet. If we  wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up  ourselves... In the card&lt;br /&gt;catalog!! (Do you even know what a card catalog is?  Didn't think so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There was no email!! We had to actually write  somebody a letter.. With a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the  street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get  there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There were no MP3's or Napsters! If you wanted to steal music,  you had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to  the record store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;or get your parents to take  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio  and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and mess it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We didn't have fancy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;stuff  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else  called they got a busy signal, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And we didn't have fancy  Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It  could be your school, your mom, your boss,&lt;br /&gt;your collections agent, you just  didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We didn't  have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics!  We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'asteroids' and the  graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;…there weren’t  any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your  imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens; it was just one  screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and  harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you  went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats  were the same height! If a tall guy or some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with a hat sat in front of you and you  couldn't see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;too bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sure, we  had cable television, but back then that was only like 15 channels and there was  no onscreen menu! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out  what was on!  And there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get  cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL  WEEK for cartoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to  heat something up, we had to use the stove or go build a fire ... Imagine that!  If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that JiffyPop thing or a pan with HOT oil  and real popcorn kernels and shake it all over the stove forever like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;you were doing a work  out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When we were on the phone with our friends and our  parents walked-in, we were stuck to the wall with a cord, a 7 foot cord that ran  to the phone - not the phone base, the actual phone. We barely had enough length  to sit on the floor and still be able to twirl the phone cord in our fingers. If  you suddenly had to go to the bathroom, " guess what we had to do..... ,Hang up  and talk to them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids  today have got it too easy. You're spoiled!!You guys wouldn't have lasted five  minutes back in 1980!  These facts fit our grandchildren.  If I went way back to  when the people I am forwarding this e-mail to grew up,  it would be like  speaking to you in Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, The over 30 Crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-4519964417393148224?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4519964417393148224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=4519964417393148224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4519964417393148224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4519964417393148224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/spoiled-under-30-crowd.html' title='The Spoiled Under 30 Crowd'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R6KAoUdA-YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uUWU5R9dl0U/s72-c/2007-09-22T05_19_02-07_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-312045613332899285</id><published>2008-01-31T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:19.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil war dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O3-f_OqYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TaGb4HgeEmM/s1600-h/civil+war+dresses+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O3-f_OqYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TaGb4HgeEmM/s320/civil+war+dresses+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175682681145305474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I have had a lot of people checking out my civil war dresses so I thought I would put these up. These are dresses I made for myself (center), Trixie ( red), and Candi (blue). I think we all look pretty good. :-) I have since taken my collar off and replaced it with a handmade knit one, added more period jewelry, and added a day cap instead of the hat. My dress was made from homespun fabric. Light and breezy. I want to make a new one but I don't know what pattern to use. I am thinking about using a day bodice with a peplum instead of the one piece work dress. Something a little dressier. Here are some different picks of my dress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O4pf_OqZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p9T6l8lG1rE/s1600-h/civil+war+dress+zoar+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O4pf_OqZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p9T6l8lG1rE/s320/civil+war+dress+zoar+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175683419879680402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-312045613332899285?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/312045613332899285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=312045613332899285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/312045613332899285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/312045613332899285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/civil-war-dresses.html' title='Civil war dresses'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O3-f_OqYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TaGb4HgeEmM/s72-c/civil+war+dresses+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5716708518185961236</id><published>2008-01-26T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:20.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5uzsUdA-UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sayCRwqwH5o/s1600-h/supervillian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5uzsUdA-UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sayCRwqwH5o/s320/supervillian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159915372069058882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love my friends. I laughed out loud when I saw this sketch by my fiend Bruce. Power to the role-playing geeks out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see a close up of the sketch at this &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W5jr_5gIze4/R5i0SXgUnQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aOb7BI21DhI/s1600-h/supervillian.jpg"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5716708518185961236?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5716708518185961236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5716708518185961236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5716708518185961236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5716708518185961236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-funny.html' title='To Funny!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5uzsUdA-UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sayCRwqwH5o/s72-c/supervillian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2159795904695359729</id><published>2008-01-25T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:20.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally over the flu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5re10dA-TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Vioy3GGibFg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5re10dA-TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Vioy3GGibFg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159681339301099826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally over the flu! After 12 hours of throwing up, 18 hours of sitting on the john, and often doing both at the same time, I am finally feeling better. There is nothing like running to the bathroom every 10 to 15 minuets to see what else will come out of your body. I also managed to throw up in everything in the bathroom. ( don't worry I have totally disinfected everything in my bathroom.) I hope and pray I don't get the flu again this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2159795904695359729?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2159795904695359729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2159795904695359729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2159795904695359729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2159795904695359729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-finally-over-flu.html' title='I am finally over the flu!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5re10dA-TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Vioy3GGibFg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-7347399507705799703</id><published>2008-01-22T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:20.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger is dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5Zta0OSt4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3dm33yC7q8E/s1600-h/heath_ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5Zta0OSt4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3dm33yC7q8E/s320/heath_ledger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158430730662098818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in complete shock! I can't believe he is really dead. It makes going to see Batman even more important for me. Rest in peace Heath. I shall always remember you in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A knight's Tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor Heath Ledger Dead At 28&lt;br /&gt;Sources: Death May Be Drug-Related; Pills Found Scattered In NYC Residence&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK (CBS) ― Heath Ledger, who was nominated for an Oscar for his performance in the critically-acclaimed movie Brokeback Mountain, has died, sources tell CBS 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Australian-born actor was just 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pronounced dead at 3:26 p.m. in his downtown Manhattan residence by his housekeeper, who discovered him in cardiac arrest and called 911, an NYPD spokesperson says. He was apparently scheduled to have a massage in his apartment this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources tell CBS 2's Scott Weinberger the death may be drug-related and that there were pills scattered around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ledger had recently separated from his wife, actress Michelle Williams. The couple have one daughter, Matilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is appearing in the next installment of the "Batman" movie opposite Christian Bale as the infamous "Joker" and was in the midst of filming "The Imaginarium Of Dr. Parnassus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other well-known films Ledger appeared in include "The Patriot," "A Knight's Tale," and "Monster's Ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ledger would have turned 29 on April 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-7347399507705799703?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7347399507705799703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=7347399507705799703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7347399507705799703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7347399507705799703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-is-dead.html' title='Heath Ledger is dead'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5Zta0OSt4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3dm33yC7q8E/s72-c/heath_ledger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-8760449110949477945</id><published>2008-01-18T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:20.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Sara on! New pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5FsDkOSt3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/xeJmZIjyHU4/s1600-h/DSCN2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5FsDkOSt3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/xeJmZIjyHU4/s320/DSCN2375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157021856834959218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the newest pic of my baby girl. She is wearing her jedi princess outfit that a wonderful lady made for her. I belong to a great group of ladies and we all sew and make lovely costumes, quilts, and general stuff. Thank you for the lovely sleep sack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-8760449110949477945?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8760449110949477945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=8760449110949477945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8760449110949477945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8760449110949477945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-your-sara-on-new-pic.html' title='Get your Sara on! New pic'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R5FsDkOSt3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/xeJmZIjyHU4/s72-c/DSCN2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-1034998384571179590</id><published>2008-01-11T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:21.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>My wish for the "boys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4ffDkOSt2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DA8WbAb8fJo/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4ffDkOSt2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DA8WbAb8fJo/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154333550905046882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how many of you who visit here go to the sketch of the day site, for which I have a link to, but just recently my friends over there were confronted by a viewer to do something more with there talent. For those who have not been there the three guys who have the blog are extremely talented artists. I can only wish to be able to draw as well as them. I wish I had a small pink full of the talent they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known one of them for at least 10 years now, one for at least 5 years, and the last one for about a little over 2 years now. They all went to art school together and are extremely creative and talented men. They started the sketch of the day to get there spirits recharged and enjoy art again. Something I am sure we can all relate to. I my self get burned out making chemise's and skirts all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I have been wanting these guys, plus the "boys" ( see picture to the side) to create something. Come up with a story, create a comic book hell, something! We have a couple of great story tellers and creative minds in the group with a couple wonderful artists. Not to mention a couple of wonderful writers who could put all those thoughts into something great! So why haven't they done so yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I have known my husband and he introduced me to the world of roleplaying geek-hood, I have know him to be an imaginative, creative person. I think it is one of the things I truly love about him. I have always wanted him to do something more with this creative ways. We wrote a child's book with cute little poems that I would love to see one of the guys do the art work for. Something to pass to Sara as her own personal book her dad and "uncles" made for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I wish these guys would be creative for themselves. Do something that they could make and say I did that. I made and sold something of my own effort. No one else told me to make this, no one hired me to make this, I made it with my own reasons, own creative talents, and with my own personal pride. I don't think there is to much in life more gratifying then that. When I make a gown and it turns out to be completely lovely and I sell it to someone who loves it, it make me feel great pride that I created something. Personal fulfillment. I wish these guys could do the same. Not the dress making but the fulfillment.  lol I wish they could find what the word above in Chinese is. Bliss. I want them to find their bliss. Do something big in their spare time. Work on it slowly at first if they want. I just think that if they started working on something they would find bliss. Bliss in knowing they made something for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-1034998384571179590?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1034998384571179590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=1034998384571179590' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1034998384571179590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1034998384571179590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-wish-for-boys.html' title='My wish for the &quot;boys&quot;'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4ffDkOSt2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DA8WbAb8fJo/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-346165312143154813</id><published>2008-01-08T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:21.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Renaissance costumes for sell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4Pch0OSt1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xolN-Km0yZo/s1600-h/Small+blue+plaid+front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4Pch0OSt1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xolN-Km0yZo/s320/Small+blue+plaid+front.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153204872154363730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4PcBkOSt0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5FDkUQn2b24/s1600-h/DSCN2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4PcBkOSt0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5FDkUQn2b24/s320/DSCN2368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153204318103582530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some new dresses up this week on Ebay. I am hoping they sell this week. Mainly because I have become busy again with sewing. It never ends! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-346165312143154813?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/346165312143154813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=346165312143154813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/346165312143154813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/346165312143154813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-renaissance-costumes-for-sell.html' title='New Renaissance costumes for sell!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R4Pch0OSt1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xolN-Km0yZo/s72-c/Small+blue+plaid+front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2105438478890353747</id><published>2008-01-04T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different Civil War Ball Gown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O7cf_OqaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/81uWEq-1IUI/s1600-h/red+civil+war+ball+gown+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O7cf_OqaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/81uWEq-1IUI/s320/red+civil+war+ball+gown+side.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175686495076264354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems many people have been looking at my Civil War Ball Gown. So I deiced to go ahead and add a new picture of a gown I did in the past and sold on Ebay. This dress turned out very nice. I used the same pattern for the bodice I used in my dress. Other then that I added some different things. I think this dress has more bells and whistles then my dress did. However, I still like them both. The pictures below are some close up shots of the sleeve with sleeve jockey and the back lacing. You can also see the bertha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O8If_OqbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wsDwzrr-CIc/s1600-h/red+civil+war+ball+gown+sleeve.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O8If_OqbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wsDwzrr-CIc/s320/red+civil+war+ball+gown+sleeve.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175687250990508466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O8bv_OqcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aZQ2J2rXGSE/s1600-h/red+civil+war+ball+gown+lace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O8bv_OqcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aZQ2J2rXGSE/s320/red+civil+war+ball+gown+lace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175687581702990274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2105438478890353747?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2105438478890353747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2105438478890353747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2105438478890353747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2105438478890353747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/different-civil-war-ball-gown.html' title='A different Civil War Ball Gown'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R9O7cf_OqaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/81uWEq-1IUI/s72-c/red+civil+war+ball+gown+side.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5109832061605863616</id><published>2007-12-29T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:24.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Harry Potter was Goth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R3aKjkOStyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jyBphptwoNU/s1600-h/9784973_profile_mbox_background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R3aKjkOStyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jyBphptwoNU/s320/9784973_profile_mbox_background.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149455567568418594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5109832061605863616?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5109832061605863616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5109832061605863616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5109832061605863616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5109832061605863616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-harry-potter-was-goth.html' title='If Harry Potter was Goth'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R3aKjkOStyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jyBphptwoNU/s72-c/9784973_profile_mbox_background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-17991038971661521</id><published>2007-12-21T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:24.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara and Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2xtbUOStxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vgz1TyKXsLI/s1600-h/DSCN2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2xtbUOStxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vgz1TyKXsLI/s320/DSCN2356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146608790230185746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super cute pic. The only thing that was wrong is Sara wouldn't look at the camera! There were to many moving things to look at around Santa. So this is the best we could get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-17991038971661521?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/17991038971661521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=17991038971661521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/17991038971661521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/17991038971661521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/sara-and-santa.html' title='Sara and Santa!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2xtbUOStxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vgz1TyKXsLI/s72-c/DSCN2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-4253923229904865541</id><published>2007-12-16T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:24.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara in the family Williams gown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2YiH0OStwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YOB67eWfvMg/s1600-h/cradle+2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2YiH0OStwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YOB67eWfvMg/s320/cradle+2b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144837141990389506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned out to be a cute pic. Eric's mom wanted a picture of Sara in the family christening gown and this is the pic I chose to fix up and look professional. We put her in the wooden cradle my dad fixed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-4253923229904865541?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4253923229904865541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=4253923229904865541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4253923229904865541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4253923229904865541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/sara-in-family-williams-gown.html' title='Sara in the family Williams gown'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2YiH0OStwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YOB67eWfvMg/s72-c/cradle+2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-1408363188325440869</id><published>2007-12-15T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:57:42.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is the other. Girls with meat on their heads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUkzFQNHq9c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUkzFQNHq9c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-1408363188325440869?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1408363188325440869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=1408363188325440869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1408363188325440869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1408363188325440869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-is-other-girls-with-meat-on-their.html' title='Here is the other. Girls with meat on their heads!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-8296098143006427104</id><published>2007-12-15T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:54:28.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My responce to my husbands call, Human Tetris!</title><content type='html'>So my hubby put down a challenge for the best Japanese game show clip. Here is my entry into the funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-8296098143006427104?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8296098143006427104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=8296098143006427104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8296098143006427104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8296098143006427104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-responce-to-my-husbands-call.html' title='My responce to my husbands call, Human Tetris!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-8757397877542969362</id><published>2007-12-14T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:24.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't buy a Polaroid 40 inch LCD HD TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2MnhEOStuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q730RJmxAgo/s1600-h/DSCN2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2MnhEOStuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q730RJmxAgo/s320/DSCN2327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143998648410093282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT BUY THIS TV! My husband and I bought the TV you see above a Polaroid 40" LCD HD flat screen TV from Circit City. We bought this TV on black Friday for a very good price. I was really excited about it. We finally got the wall mount up, all the wires in the right place, got a new entertaiment stand to go under the TV, and watch the wonder of big screen viewing. In 12 hours, YES 12HOURS, later the TV died. No picture or sound. As we looked up the TV under Circit City website and read the reviews, we came to understand we were not the only people this happened to. Apperantlly this TV is a piece of CRAP! You have to wait 4 to6 weeks for a part from Polaroid. If this is a common problem then why haven't they recalled this TV! So, Eric and I will be buying a new TV under a different name brand. Since we are still under the 30 days for return we plan on getting our money back! If you want to avoid this headach don't buy a Polaroid! Stick to Camara's Polaroid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-8757397877542969362?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8757397877542969362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=8757397877542969362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8757397877542969362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8757397877542969362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-buy-polaroid-40-inch-lcd-hd-tv.html' title='Don&apos;t buy a Polaroid 40 inch LCD HD TV'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R2MnhEOStuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q730RJmxAgo/s72-c/DSCN2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2987169636867922879</id><published>2007-12-10T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:25.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Civil War Ball Gown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14Nn_LEhxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sAfd4AXnlQU/s1600-h/My+Civil+War+gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14Nn_LEhxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sAfd4AXnlQU/s320/My+Civil+War+gown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142562805127612178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Civil War Ball gown I made for myself a few years back for the Civil War encampment weekend in Zoar, Ohio. I love the dress I made but I have worn it for the past 2 civil war events now and it is time for a new one. I would like to make a sheer one but I am not sure if I want to go through the all the work that it takes to make one. Plus I haven't found a good pattern I like yet. At least I have 2 years to think about it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress is made from a plaid taffeta. I am wearing a corset underneath the bodice and a hoop skirt with a petticoat under the skirt. The bodice is lined and has boning in the seams. There is pipping around the arm sycs and all the seams. The puffed sleeves have a sleeve jockey with black beading hanging from it. Across the bodice I have a sash with rosettes at the top and bottom. In the center is a button and tassels. The skirt is a 3 tiered flounced skirt with set in waist band. Along the bottom of the tiers I have black ribbon for accent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2987169636867922879?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2987169636867922879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2987169636867922879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2987169636867922879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2987169636867922879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-civil-war-ball-gown.html' title='My Civil War Ball Gown'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14Nn_LEhxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sAfd4AXnlQU/s72-c/My+Civil+War+gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2442415228499653339</id><published>2007-12-10T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:25.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute pic of Sara for the month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14MkPLEhwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eEy1va17wuw/s1600-h/DSCN2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14MkPLEhwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eEy1va17wuw/s320/DSCN2317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142561641191474946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2442415228499653339?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2442415228499653339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2442415228499653339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2442415228499653339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2442415228499653339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/cute-pic-of-sara-for-month.html' title='cute pic of Sara for the month!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14MkPLEhwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eEy1va17wuw/s72-c/DSCN2317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-7422973816517665380</id><published>2007-12-10T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:25.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14Lw_LEhvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nqJo5uriTyQ/s1600-h/whole_apple_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14Lw_LEhvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nqJo5uriTyQ/s320/whole_apple_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142560760723179250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who had some apple cheesecake at the party here is the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;(please keep in mind it will not look like the one above. It will taste better and look almost like the one above. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easy way for busy people on the go:&lt;br /&gt;Pillsbury Pie Crusts 9 inch ( comes in a 2 pack)&lt;br /&gt;9 inch pie pan&lt;br /&gt;1 can of Comstock apple pie filling ( you can create your own filling if you prefer)&lt;br /&gt;Apple crumb topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the cheesecake part:&lt;br /&gt;2lbs. Philly cream cheese. (2 packages)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1cup sour cream (small container of sour cream)&lt;br /&gt;2large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2tsp. flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake: In large mixing bowl, beat together cream cheese and sugar. Beat until thoroughly mixed. Beat in sour cream. Stir in eggs, slightly beaten, vanilla and flour, only until mixed. When thoroughly mixed pour into pan with pie crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare the apple crumb topping as directed on the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake cheese cake at 400 degrees for the first 10-15 minutes. Turn oven down to 300 degrees and add the apple pie filling on top. Try to spread it out evenly. Add the apple crumb topping across the apples. Place back in the oven for 45 minutes. Allow the cake to cool in the oven with the door propped slightly open for 3 hours. Refrigerate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-7422973816517665380?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7422973816517665380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=7422973816517665380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7422973816517665380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/7422973816517665380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/apple-cheesecake.html' title='Apple cheesecake'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R14Lw_LEhvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nqJo5uriTyQ/s72-c/whole_apple_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3823432812765009823</id><published>2007-11-25T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R0ov_UvaVFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mf-LOZOqxgM/s1600-h/bad_20santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R0ov_UvaVFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mf-LOZOqxgM/s320/bad_20santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136971089915302994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is now over and NOW we can start to celebrate Christmas. Pull out the lights and tree with ribbons and bows. Most of all it is time to deal with bad Holiday drivers, rude people trying to get a good deal on a present and yelling at the cashier when it doesn't ring up right, and general douchbaggery. I personally love the Christmas time of the year but I can do without the ill will of most people. Perhaps I like to see acts of kindness for no reason. Perhaps it is what the true idea behind the season is all about. I don't know, but I would like to think that people are still kind for no reason then just be kind. I don't think people are kind anymore. There is a lack of respect for others in general. I hope that whoever reads this post thinks about doing a kind act at least once this season for no personal gain. Give food to a food bank, donate to Coats for kids, or even it is to give a person your parking spot at a store. What ever you do I hope this post has given you a reason to do it. If you do happen to have an act of kindness or you have someone else give you an act of kindness post it here. I would love to hear it. Re-new my faith in this Holiday. If you are one of those who says to hell with other people I have a perfect song for you to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7d9X8CJkklI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7d9X8CJkklI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3823432812765009823?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3823432812765009823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3823432812765009823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3823432812765009823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3823432812765009823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-christmas.html' title='Welcome to Christmas'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/R0ov_UvaVFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mf-LOZOqxgM/s72-c/bad_20santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-6452377420452448497</id><published>2007-11-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:25.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to Thanksgiving!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rz3JO0vaVEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aJEVg8TtXGg/s1600-h/turkey_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rz3JO0vaVEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aJEVg8TtXGg/s320/turkey_cartoon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133480406785086530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Thanksgiving? In recent years it seems like Thanksgiving is passed by for instant Christmas. Poor Thanksgiving just gets looked at as a day to eat some turkey and then shop for Christmas. The stores are filled with Christmas stuff already, people have already put up their Christmas decorations, and the thanksgiving decorations have already been marked down to 50% in the stores if you can find them at all. So What happened? Do we not care about Thanksgiving anymore? Should we just forget about this holiday completely? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Say NO! Fight to keep Thanksgiving alive! A turkey deserves to be cooked and eaten! We need to celebrate the turkey, stuffing, and green bean casserole! Most of all we need to come together as a family and remember we all love each other enough to bring food to eat and be thankful for what we have. To give to others who go without and to give without the thought of what is it going to get me. I think Thanksgiving needs to get it's props again. Not just a forgettable holiday anymore. So lets hear it for Thanksgiving! Be thankful for what we all have in our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-6452377420452448497?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6452377420452448497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=6452377420452448497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/6452377420452448497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/6452377420452448497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-happened-to-thanksgiving.html' title='What happened to Thanksgiving!?'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rz3JO0vaVEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aJEVg8TtXGg/s72-c/turkey_cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3820653683897715937</id><published>2007-11-16T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:26.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Medusa is Victorious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rz3HjEvaVDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/d8XA2FJzqYU/s1600-h/winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rz3HjEvaVDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/d8XA2FJzqYU/s320/winner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133478555654181938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Medusa is Victorious! Somewhat. My Hench Woman won the game in the end but, I beat Craig! HUHUH! I got my last phase in Phase 10 before Craig so the Medusa is the Victor! Once again the Medusa beats the Craig. I say bring on the next challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3820653683897715937?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3820653683897715937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3820653683897715937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3820653683897715937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3820653683897715937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/medusa-is-victorious.html' title='The Medusa is Victorious!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rz3HjEvaVDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/d8XA2FJzqYU/s72-c/winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-1152811816470562312</id><published>2007-11-05T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:26.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Medusa is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Ry_k32LevBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BmpwRXJv3S4/s1600-h/medusacolortest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Ry_k32LevBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BmpwRXJv3S4/s320/medusacolortest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129570148685888530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend coming up I will have the pleasure of kicking my friends butts in a game of Phase 10. I guess I should explain myself before I go on. A while back in time my ever so loving husband branded me with the name Medusa. You see, every time we get together with my BFF and Andy to play cards we play Phase 10. My husband seems to think I am a super competitive person when it comes to games. I guess I am because of being an only child. Playing games was a fun time growing up and was only done when the grown-ups were done playing or during holidays. So yea I guess I am a bit competitive. My husband says I have an MO when I play. I say,"Oh woe's is me. I am so behind and will never win. I have a crappy hand." Then I turn around and crush everyone at the table. So he started to call me the Medusa. Even going as far as to imitate the Medusa one night making fun of me. So instead of getting mad or upset about it I have deiced to embrace the title. &lt;br /&gt;So this weekend coming up will be the big test. Will the Medusa win out on the night. It is going to be a big night of card playing. Not only will it be the Medusa and her husband with the BFF and Andy but, it will be Craig and Mandi playing as well. Craig has already told me he will crush the Medusa with the weight of 10,000 waterfalls. Little does he know that waterfalls mean nothing to the Medusa. Only pain and crying from her opponents. Together with her HenchWoman, Craig will be crushed like 10,000 grapes being pressed and stomped on by fat Italian women to make wine. He shall be nothing but a husk like the grapes left over from wine making.&lt;br /&gt;May the Medusa Turn him to stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Ry_lh2LevCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/givStF-io3Y/s1600-h/Medusa_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Ry_lh2LevCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/givStF-io3Y/s320/Medusa_C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129570870240394274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-1152811816470562312?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1152811816470562312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=1152811816470562312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1152811816470562312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1152811816470562312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/medusa-is-coming.html' title='The Medusa is coming!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Ry_k32LevBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BmpwRXJv3S4/s72-c/medusacolortest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-6132264215430702622</id><published>2007-11-01T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:27.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day for a lovely gown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyrDVGLeu-I/AAAAAAAAADo/egf0S5EjAxw/s1600-h/Custome+15th+Cent+gown+held.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyrDVGLeu-I/AAAAAAAAADo/egf0S5EjAxw/s320/Custome+15th+Cent+gown+held.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128125892918164450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyrDZ2Leu_I/AAAAAAAAADw/xD-dA5yZQS8/s1600-h/Celtic+belt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyrDZ2Leu_I/AAAAAAAAADw/xD-dA5yZQS8/s320/Celtic+belt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128125974522543090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad day for this costumer. I recently got an IM from a customer of mine who bought many things over the past 2 years. She told me that the dress above the kirtle with hells gate gown, was the only thing to survive a fire she had in her home. Unfortunately, the dress below, the Tudor gown, was lost to the fire. The dress below took many hours to make since I put the pearls on by hand one by one. Very sad. So here is a moment of silence for the dress that was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyrEdWLevAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YTsZTaBzb-8/s1600-h/Green+tudor+custom+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyrEdWLevAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YTsZTaBzb-8/s320/Green+tudor+custom+side.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128127134163713026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-6132264215430702622?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6132264215430702622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=6132264215430702622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/6132264215430702622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/6132264215430702622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/sad-day-for-lovely-gown.html' title='A sad day for a lovely gown'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyrDVGLeu-I/AAAAAAAAADo/egf0S5EjAxw/s72-c/Custome+15th+Cent+gown+held.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-1154846839882795082</id><published>2007-10-29T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:27.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Jedi Princess on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyWSZ2Leu9I/AAAAAAAAADg/KYzozV9p0-U/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyWSZ2Leu9I/AAAAAAAAADg/KYzozV9p0-U/s320/Halloween+2007+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126664723569228754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my little Jedi Princess! I didn't make the costume but... she still looks great! Next year I will make her costume and it will be awesome! I just had to dress her like Princess Leia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-1154846839882795082?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1154846839882795082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=1154846839882795082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1154846839882795082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/1154846839882795082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-your-jedi-princess-on.html' title='Get your Jedi Princess on!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RyWSZ2Leu9I/AAAAAAAAADg/KYzozV9p0-U/s72-c/Halloween+2007+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5727835625241061071</id><published>2007-10-24T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:28.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rx_Kj2Leu8I/AAAAAAAAADY/gfScn93Srm8/s1600-h/German+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rx_Kj2Leu8I/AAAAAAAAADY/gfScn93Srm8/s320/German+side.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125037618158812098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a customer order I have done for a teacher. The plan for her class is to show the German flag as a part of heritage days at her school. I thought what a cool idea! So what do you think? Does it capture the idea of the German flag?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5727835625241061071?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5727835625241061071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5727835625241061071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5727835625241061071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5727835625241061071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-customer-order-i-have-done-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rx_Kj2Leu8I/AAAAAAAAADY/gfScn93Srm8/s72-c/German+side.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-4268650284402812169</id><published>2007-10-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:40:40.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Results!</title><content type='html'>It seems June has the most votes! Here's to June!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-4268650284402812169?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4268650284402812169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=4268650284402812169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4268650284402812169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4268650284402812169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/poll-results.html' title='Poll Results!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5220172513916466304</id><published>2007-10-24T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:28.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rx_HH2Leu7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/P0NQbgWvYO8/s1600-h/1679172133_8c5c8308c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rx_HH2Leu7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/P0NQbgWvYO8/s320/1679172133_8c5c8308c6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125033838587591602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts already! I can't seem to keep the hands of the boys off my daughter. Is this a sign of things to come? I don't know. I do however know that not only do I have photo evidence of Tobey feeling up my daughter but he is starring at Sara's chest. Ahhh, get use to that little girl. If she is anything like her mom she will have a chest that will command attention. I do know however that one whole chicken has now come off the dowry if she marries Tobey.  LOL! Photo doesn't lie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5220172513916466304?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5220172513916466304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5220172513916466304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5220172513916466304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5220172513916466304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-it-starts-already-i-cant-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/Rx_HH2Leu7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/P0NQbgWvYO8/s72-c/1679172133_8c5c8308c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3268424344059948689</id><published>2007-10-18T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:28.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture says a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxhPKFxynnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ON8uLpdEaho/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxhPKFxynnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ON8uLpdEaho/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122931610902240882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't need to say anything else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3268424344059948689?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3268424344059948689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3268424344059948689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3268424344059948689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3268424344059948689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='Picture says a thousand words'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxhPKFxynnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ON8uLpdEaho/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5583207681462654367</id><published>2007-10-17T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:28.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to busy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxXe9lxynmI/AAAAAAAAADA/CLODQZ1b9-0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxXe9lxynmI/AAAAAAAAADA/CLODQZ1b9-0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122245300898143842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is good to busy but WOW I am super busy this October. I am hoping to get everything done. Then again it is hard when things seem to be going wrong at every turn. Between family issues, teaching issues, and finding time to sew, I hardly have time to spend time with Sara. I thank god I have my husband. I can't seem to tell him enough how much I love and appreciate him. Well, I guess I just have. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but Love Eric, Nothing but Love. Happy Sweetest Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5583207681462654367?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5583207681462654367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5583207681462654367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5583207681462654367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5583207681462654367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/way-to-busy.html' title='Way to busy!!!!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxXe9lxynmI/AAAAAAAAADA/CLODQZ1b9-0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5055114185811279924</id><published>2007-10-17T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:27:23.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new word</title><content type='html'>So I was playing Bingo on POGO and had a really bad card. Nothing seemed to be working out. So I posted on the message that my cards were "craptastic". One of the ladies in the room laughed and loved the words and thanked me for a great word. I of course told her to use it when ever in good health. It is always a good feeling to bring a smile to a complete stranger.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5055114185811279924?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5055114185811279924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5055114185811279924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5055114185811279924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5055114185811279924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-word.html' title='a new word'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2257827714908746616</id><published>2007-10-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:29.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this shirt! Ghost Hunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxUfmlxynlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m4j-Y6hffSw/s1600-h/casper-v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxUfmlxynlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m4j-Y6hffSw/s320/casper-v2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122034899040247378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super cool shirt and I love it. First off I love the show Ghost Hunters and this is from their website. Second, I wish they could show all the stuff they can't show on the show. Isn't that what we all watch for?!?!? Ok SciFi station, let them show the evidence we want to see. Who cares if it is scary. We want proof! That is why we watch. That is the reason behind the show, getting proof and debunking the crap. Now don't get me wrong they have showed some cool stuff. The chair moving in the lighthouse, the lighthouse with the shadow people, images of black figures, the figure in the locker, and voices on EVP. ( If you don't know EVP just watch the show. They explain it all. Not only that but it has become a drinking game. Every time it is explained in the show take a drink. ) These things just are not enough. Not only that but I would love for them to do a live show at Waverly Sanitarium. I think that would be a kick ass night! SHOW MORE! Here is a link to their web pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://"&gt;Click Here!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Worth checking out plus the show. Keep it up boys and make SciFi show more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2257827714908746616?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2257827714908746616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2257827714908746616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2257827714908746616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2257827714908746616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-this-shirt.html' title='I want this shirt! Ghost Hunters'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxUfmlxynlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m4j-Y6hffSw/s72-c/casper-v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3350316248721572069</id><published>2007-10-14T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:57:53.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poll Up Now!!!</title><content type='html'>So what is your Favorite Month of the YEAR! Vote now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3350316248721572069?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3350316248721572069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3350316248721572069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3350316248721572069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3350316248721572069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-poll-up-now.html' title='New Poll Up Now!!!'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-2589621038816178451</id><published>2007-10-14T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:29.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaisssance Faire 2007</title><content type='html'>I vend at one Renaissance Faire a year in Medina, Ohio. I loved the two day faire. It was super fun. Here are a few pictures  of the booth. Even though it rained the second day we still had a good time and good sales. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLFqVxynbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6JlndHmugGA/s1600-h/1349065704_1e54133218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLFqVxynbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6JlndHmugGA/s320/1349065704_1e54133218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121373057464835506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my BFF "Trixie Ray" in all her glory. Talk about lookin' good girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLGzFxyndI/AAAAAAAAACM/8VnOu6ulcU4/s1600-h/1348094495_5bdf2e1dc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLGzFxyndI/AAAAAAAAACM/8VnOu6ulcU4/s320/1348094495_5bdf2e1dc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121374307300318674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the booth. Does it say, "Come in and buy something!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-2589621038816178451?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2589621038816178451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=2589621038816178451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2589621038816178451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/2589621038816178451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/renaisssance-faire-2007.html' title='Renaisssance Faire 2007'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLFqVxynbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6JlndHmugGA/s72-c/1349065704_1e54133218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-5704888597065875730</id><published>2007-10-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite picture of Sara yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLDhFxynZI/AAAAAAAAABs/Tllk338B2oY/s1600-h/1391306739_3567e30b35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLDhFxynZI/AAAAAAAAABs/Tllk338B2oY/s320/1391306739_3567e30b35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121370699527789970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No words can say just how cute this picture of Sara is.  Thanks Andy for this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-5704888597065875730?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5704888597065875730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=5704888597065875730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5704888597065875730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/5704888597065875730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favorite-picture-of-sara-yet.html' title='My favorite picture of Sara yet'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxLDhFxynZI/AAAAAAAAABs/Tllk338B2oY/s72-c/1391306739_3567e30b35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-3807564762315082531</id><published>2007-10-14T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:29.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxK1AVxynWI/AAAAAAAAABU/YYs8jt6ItT0/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxK1AVxynWI/AAAAAAAAABU/YYs8jt6ItT0/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121354743724285282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is always a busy time of the year for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, October is the busiest time of the year for me. Between making costumes, teaching school, and finding time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt; time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; it seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; to get anything done. On top of that it is hard when you get a cold and you feel light headed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you move. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Here is hoping I can get everything done. Even thought October is busy it is still one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; months of the year. The leaves are turning and it is starting to cold. It isn't to cold to sit around a fire and not to hot that you roast with sweat rolling down your face. It is time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; and apple cider not to mention loads of candy from trick or treating. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-3807564762315082531?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3807564762315082531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=3807564762315082531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3807564762315082531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/3807564762315082531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-is-always-busy-time-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RxK1AVxynWI/AAAAAAAAABU/YYs8jt6ItT0/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-8928091789763033021</id><published>2007-10-05T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:30.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most recent Irish Overdress I sold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwausXjEwpI/AAAAAAAAABE/nuixzQrlXCM/s1600-h/stewart+red+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwausXjEwpI/AAAAAAAAABE/nuixzQrlXCM/s320/stewart+red+side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117970103811752594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an Irish Over dress I recently sold on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;. A lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stewart&lt;/span&gt; plaid / tartan. I love to make these. I have one that I wear when I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vendor&lt;/span&gt; work.  I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to make one for myself again. The one I have  fit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-baby and I look a little like a stuffed sausage.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I know the dress is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be tight and hold the "girls" in and up but the last time I worn the dress I felt like the "girls" were being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shoved&lt;/span&gt; into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt;. Talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cleavage&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I guess the good thing about it was Eric didn't complain.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-8928091789763033021?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8928091789763033021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=8928091789763033021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8928091789763033021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8928091789763033021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/most-recent-irish-overdress-i-sold.html' title='The most recent Irish Overdress I sold'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwausXjEwpI/AAAAAAAAABE/nuixzQrlXCM/s72-c/stewart+red+side.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-4211760628867166865</id><published>2007-10-04T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:30.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwXfA3jEwkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eEVGma-NUrQ/s1600-h/me+in+gown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwXfA3jEwkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eEVGma-NUrQ/s320/me+in+gown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117741757580493378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my dress. I made this a few years ago and amazingly enough I can still fit into it after the baby as come. This picture was from when I was still going through some of the sewing process. I don't have the jewels on, I don't have my partalet on, and I don't think I even have make-up on. LOL  Not only that but you can see the straps from the corset I am wearing! Hopefully I can get some better pictures wearing it. I love this dress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-4211760628867166865?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4211760628867166865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=4211760628867166865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4211760628867166865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/4211760628867166865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-this-one.html' title='I love this one'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwXfA3jEwkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eEVGma-NUrQ/s72-c/me+in+gown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541759802939398655.post-8728396043707145030</id><published>2007-10-04T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:30.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome to my random thoughts and outfits'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my random thoughts and outfits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwXbrHjEwiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yli-bEqfsZI/s1600-h/annlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwXbrHjEwiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yli-bEqfsZI/s320/annlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117738085383455266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello and welcome one an all to Ann's random thoughts and outfits of the day. After much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prodding&lt;/span&gt; and poking from my hubby I have created a blog. I hope I can keep up with it since I have so much to do in a day. Between sewing, creating, sleeping, taking care of the baby, working as a teacher, cleaning the house (sometimes), loving my husband, reading email, taking orders, answering questions about my garb, sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would be a great place to show off some of my work I have done and some recent thoughts of the day. After all it can't all be work and no play. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I hope you enjoy the blog and look forward to hearing your comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;aka the multi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tasker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541759802939398655-8728396043707145030?l=anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8728396043707145030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541759802939398655&amp;postID=8728396043707145030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8728396043707145030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541759802939398655/posts/default/8728396043707145030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anntquittyswardrobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-my-random-thoughts-and.html' title='Welcome to my random thoughts and outfits'/><author><name>Ann T Quittys thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17766091274497985431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sedf0Ng4_jk/RwXbrHjEwiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yli-bEqfsZI/s72-c/annlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
