<?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-35012528</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:02:51.911-05:00</updated><category term='Quizes'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='winter'/><category term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Smarties is a Corporate Drone.</title><subtitle type='html'>I work in an office like everyone else. I love my boyfriend, our cats, cooking, football(GO COLTS!!!), and have now been knitting for 1 year. Yes, I am strange, and one of a kind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-2464672244025716870</id><published>2009-01-27T00:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:50:54.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things</title><content type='html'>i posted this on face book- figured i'd post it here too.&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. Y&lt;br /&gt;ou have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.St. Paul is my most favorite city in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like dogs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Turning 30 doesn't seem as scary as i thought it woudl be.&lt;br /&gt;4. i love beer.&lt;br /&gt;5. i match up my socks like a freak. i recently discovered my dad does too.&lt;br /&gt;6. people ask me questions about EVERYTHING- from medical problems, baby rabbits in the parking lot, how to do things, EVERYTHING- and i usually have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;7. i value my friends more than they know.&lt;br /&gt;8. sometimes i'm very shy, sometimes very outgoing&lt;br /&gt;9.in october, i am marrying my dream boyfriend and i've known it since the 2nd time we hung out10. I love our house.&lt;br /&gt;11.I'm a liberal democrat.&lt;br /&gt;12. i drink over 3 liters of water a day.&lt;br /&gt;13. i love hunting for the medallion.&lt;br /&gt;14. i don't mind winter.&lt;br /&gt;15.I don't think i would live anywhere other than MN again.&lt;br /&gt;16. I lived in CA for a year.&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm an overachiver in my job.&lt;br /&gt;18. I collect Nutcrackers&lt;br /&gt;19. I make myself laugh every day.&lt;br /&gt;20. i show people i love them by feeding them delicous food.&lt;br /&gt;21. my dream job would be having a show on the food network.&lt;br /&gt;22.i will never get sick of watching my cats wrestle.&lt;br /&gt;23. i am glad my parents got divorced. i wouldn't trade my step families for anything.&lt;br /&gt;24. i am a perfect split of my parents personalities.&lt;br /&gt;25. i love documentaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-2464672244025716870?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2464672244025716870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=2464672244025716870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2464672244025716870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2464672244025716870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things.html' title='25 things'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-6024070213832443751</id><published>2009-01-27T00:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:40:33.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten 4 good buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SX6sFpNCTUI/AAAAAAAAANI/nLA7Ay_MDog/s1600-h/zztop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295859424794135874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SX6sFpNCTUI/AAAAAAAAANI/nLA7Ay_MDog/s400/zztop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brad day 10...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's clue ten, and brad's beard is nearing zztop proportions. after a futile day at harriet island, clue ten is still not telling us anything. i am waiting for 11's clue that simply reads, "don't be a homo, go to como". regardless, tomorrow we will be heading to Bruce Vento Regional trail. let me note that on clue 4 i mentioned that it probably wasn't in a "park" proper- it was probably on bruce vento trail. additionally- we refuse to believe it is in swede hollow. we were there again tonight with Klondike Kate's niece Katie and none of us think it is there- additionally- the park is very picked over. i don't know why we are avoiding that park-other than it seems to obvious and we think the writer is screwing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so- here is clue ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho' hills abound, it's on level ground&lt;br /&gt;A rivulet gurgles by&lt;br /&gt;The answer's meshing with a beer refreshing&lt;br /&gt;In the midst should seekers vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently there is a warm spring running through BV trail (swede hollow has NO moving water, it's all frozen) so here is a website to help you on your way. i'm going to noodle a little more, have some more beer and watch the australian open. BTW- its 126 degree's in sydney right now...bastards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/miss/parknews/vento_auth-clark.htm"&gt;http://www.nps.gov/miss/parknews/vento_auth-clark.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-6024070213832443751?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6024070213832443751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=6024070213832443751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6024070213832443751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6024070213832443751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/ten-4-good-buddy.html' title='Ten 4 good buddy'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SX6sFpNCTUI/AAAAAAAAANI/nLA7Ay_MDog/s72-c/zztop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-3446033389427109507</id><published>2009-01-26T12:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:24:45.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fiddle dee dee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SX3_1jWepEI/AAAAAAAAANA/LJpgiQthIb0/s1600-h/649%2520Scarlett%2520O%27Hara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295670032345244738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SX3_1jWepEI/AAAAAAAAANA/LJpgiQthIb0/s400/649%2520Scarlett%2520O%27Hara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One whistled Dixie so says a pixie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While another worked stern to stem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though they never met, it's a darn good bet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together they'll lead to the gem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we spent yesterday at harriet island. i love that park. we'll be heading back there today- to look at raspberry island (used to be called navy island and it could be considered "sweet") additionally we'll be checking out where "Belle St." runs into Water street. Belle (southern belle, whistling dixie, not doing a whole lot) is across from a small harbor filled with boats (sterm to stem). i'm kind of glad that no one has any better ideas. this is a tough hunt, and we are dealing with clue writers revenge. bastards....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-3446033389427109507?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3446033389427109507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=3446033389427109507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3446033389427109507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3446033389427109507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/fiddle-dee-dee.html' title='fiddle dee dee!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SX3_1jWepEI/AAAAAAAAANA/LJpgiQthIb0/s72-c/649%2520Scarlett%2520O%27Hara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-6376368989929426566</id><published>2009-01-25T14:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:21:04.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It keeps going, and going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SXzJcerkf6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/WXd48fEgQkI/s1600-h/Picture+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295328752990191522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SXzJcerkf6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/WXd48fEgQkI/s400/Picture+391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are more clues! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clue No. 6&lt;br /&gt;The dankness of the vale may your spirit impale:&lt;br /&gt;The setting seems oh so gloomy!&lt;br /&gt;But be brave, you endless knave,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it really quite roomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clue No. 7&lt;br /&gt;'Neath King and Court, they once did cavort&lt;br /&gt;As though living in times quite feudal&lt;br /&gt;But time brings change, so it's not so strange&lt;br /&gt;To see an owner walk his poodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clue No. 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saints and sinners, losers and winners&lt;br /&gt;Sped by at a quickened pace&lt;br /&gt;While the gangster's moll, a German doll&lt;br /&gt;Once played at this star-crossed place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after clue 7, we spent the afternoon at Swede Hollow yesterday. i don't know why we keep coming back to that damn park. it was pretty amazing though the difference from last year til this year. last year Phalen Creek was flowing and although there were some frozen areas most of it was water- this year everything was frozen solid. there was also a lot more snow. last year- this was a pond with water- this year, FROZEN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295328479158070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SXzJMik57aI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dkdeiJpdETs/s400/Picture+393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i think we are headed out to Harriet Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-6376368989929426566?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6376368989929426566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=6376368989929426566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6376368989929426566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6376368989929426566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-keeps-going-and-going.html' title='It keeps going, and going...'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SXzJcerkf6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/WXd48fEgQkI/s72-c/Picture+391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-3592669174813467094</id><published>2009-01-23T15:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:28:45.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More clues!</title><content type='html'>Clue #2&lt;br /&gt;Tramping hill and dell, you may hear tell&lt;br /&gt;About the contests waged of yore&lt;br /&gt;Much of the history remains a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Which we hope to bring to the fore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #3&lt;br /&gt;All we see was done naturally&lt;br /&gt;Water and ice are here&lt;br /&gt;In this harbor of impressive arbor&lt;br /&gt;Approach and have no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue# 4&lt;br /&gt;Even those in detention during our recent convention,&lt;br /&gt;Heard a politically hip chick&lt;br /&gt;Is it a pig or pit bull, it was argued most fitful,&lt;br /&gt;That looks more lovely in lipstick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #5&lt;br /&gt;It takes all sorts to come and play sports&lt;br /&gt;In this sweet land of fun and frolic&lt;br /&gt;With bower enclosed and beasts exposed&lt;br /&gt;You're bound to lose your colic &lt;a href="http://www.twincities.com/treasurehunt/ci_11521614"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are we at? who knows! we like swede hollow, battle creek, and i really like bruce vento regional trail....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-3592669174813467094?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3592669174813467094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=3592669174813467094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3592669174813467094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3592669174813467094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-clues.html' title='More clues!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-7722930595758854501</id><published>2009-01-17T18:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:58:33.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ba-ack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clue #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh great King Boreas, make winter glorious:&lt;br /&gt;Unleash the medallion quest!&lt;br /&gt;We'll be up front: We devote the hunt&lt;br /&gt;To Box, our friend, now at rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quick thoughts: in a box, Don, front ave. that's all we got. tune in tomorrow for the next clue. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-7722930595758854501?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7722930595758854501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=7722930595758854501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7722930595758854501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7722930595758854501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ba-ack.html' title='It&apos;s ba-ack!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-8197303409341928092</id><published>2008-10-27T18:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:15:12.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since i've posted everything. so first and foremost, i am happy to announce that on October 4th at the apple orchard, Boyfriend proposed. it was very sweet and he was very nervous. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;here are the pictures from that day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261973787969168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SQZJR_FRpkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FbfIFi9pNiE/s400/Picture+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow he looks happy! he was so nervous he was violently shaking even after i said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261974379655561218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SQZJ0bSTgAI/AAAAAAAAAME/xzpdHcdzxpU/s400/Picture+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some random guy took this picture for us right after we got engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261974849429292274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SQZKPxVFxPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UKtEoPIgZr4/s400/Picture+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After we got engaged, we went to the pumpkin patch and picked our own pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We then went home and celebrated like no tomorow. we texted and called everyone we love and drank WAY TOO many glasses of wine. :) The kitties were happy too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261975679968602866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SQZLAHVF6vI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7-WBdtUNkvo/s400/Picture+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-8197303409341928092?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8197303409341928092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=8197303409341928092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8197303409341928092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8197303409341928092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-engaged.html' title='We&apos;re Engaged!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SQZJR_FRpkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FbfIFi9pNiE/s72-c/Picture+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-2100594070243181718</id><published>2008-09-24T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:33:24.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SNr4R3XNV9I/AAAAAAAAAII/W7HjH09X4vk/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781301456492498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SNr4R3XNV9I/AAAAAAAAAII/W7HjH09X4vk/s400/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Sebastian in my borealis yarn bag. :)&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/35012528-2100594070243181718?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2100594070243181718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=2100594070243181718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2100594070243181718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2100594070243181718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-promised.html' title='as promised'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SNr4R3XNV9I/AAAAAAAAAII/W7HjH09X4vk/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-7353340826010785072</id><published>2008-09-24T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:30:37.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our country tis of thee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was going to try to avoid blogging about the election. Anyone who knows me- knows where I stand in the political spectrum- but I think I just need to get some things off my chest. so this is my rant about the current state of our country and the hope that I see for the future. when I'm done, my next post will be pictures of kitties- don't want things to be too serious around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love September. It is the gateway to fall. The month where you start curling up in your comforter instead of kicking it off. September hosts the autumnal equinox, and the first changing of our beautiful Minnesota leaves. Following August- the month of sweating, swearing, air conditioning and all consuming misery, September blooms like the sun on the horizon. I start to feel the vibrating hum of September's energy in late August. I begin dreaming of apples and pumpkins, of falling leaves and wearing sweaters.  Once the weather cools and the days begin to shorten, I feel more alive than any other time of the year. I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt; the same way some people feel after a long winter.  Summer is my hell, and Autumn is my salvation.  I bring all of this up to say that this year- I got nothing.  I've had a few butterflies in my stomach during a cool rainy Saturday, but over all my autumn bliss has been missing.  What I have finally determined after the past few weeks as I have pondered my lackluster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; for my favorite time of year, is that the problem is not the weather, its not the 80 degree weather, it's not the lack of trips to the apple orchard, or the fact that my leaf garland is burnt out. It's the state of our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it sounds ridiculous.  I know it sounds like I making an issue out of nothing, but in reality- in the last week alone, I have had 4 friends tell me that they are depressed, they are angry and they can't shake the funk that they are in. I used to watch the news religiously. Every night at 6 and again at 10. I can't anymore. Our country is making me depressed.  I am sad that there are people out there that actually contemplating voting for McCain. I am sad that the majority of my friends work in finance, and we are on the eve of the greatest economic failure our country has seen since 1929.  I am sad that the dream of home ownership is slipping further and further away for people in part due to business practices that I was a part of. I'm also sad that although Boyfriend and I have decent paying jobs, and very little debt- we will still be having a stay at home weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are we spending money differently then when we first moved in together? Nope, we actually have less bills.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, do our jobs pay us less? nope, we're making a lot more.  What has changed? Gas Prices. Food Prices. Huge Increases.  After Bush was re-elected, I had a bumper sticker in my cube, which read "I live in a blue state"  this statement cleared me of all blame for what was going to coming the next four years. Unfortunately, even though I know Bush isn't my fault i still have to live here.  which brings me to our $700 billion dollar bail out.  first let me wrap my head around this number.  there are 6.7 billion people in the world.  with that type of money, our government could give every person living at this moment $104- which i am sure would feed starving people in a third world country for quite a while. the population of the US is 305,247,000- which means every man woman and child could be given $2,293.25.  now granted- it isn't a HUGE amount of money- not like winning the lottery- but if people used that money to pay their bills to their failing financial institutions, wouldn't everyone be better off? what about a coupon system where we don't even need the physical cash, but we can mail our coupons into our mortgage company and they redeem them from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt;- obviously this would never work. as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incompetent&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inefficient&lt;/span&gt; as our government is run- it would just create more problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily, all of that being said- we are at a point where we can change things. we can stop the direction our government is headed in. we can end the war which has drained our social security, and ruined our economy.  i realize i am simplifying things, but i can not understand for the life of me why anyone would want to continue down the path we are on. Why would we elect someone who has voted with George Bush on more times than not? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; would we elect a man who obviously has no idea what it is like down here in the real world.  Do you know how many  houses you own?  what about the fact that McCain has experienced the horrors of war. I have nothing bad to say regarding his history in the military or the things he has been through- but personally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; like to think had that been my experience, i would do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; within my power to prevent another human from experiencing that same hell. But McCain vows to stay in Iraq as long as it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When Boyfriend and I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; rally at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Xcel&lt;/span&gt; Center, i felt hope. I believe that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; can bring the change that our country needs.  I felt for a brief second that i could be proud of the country i live in, with him at the helm.  After years of "freedom fries" "evil doer's" and Bush's "we got ourselves a group of folks" aka the Taliban- i finally felt like i could settle into the same pride that rednecks and right-wingers everywhere have felt for the last 8 years. From the beginning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; has been a speaker of change.  McCain and other opponents attacked this idea.  now McCain, realizing he needs to separate himself from Bush is preaching the same thing and has coined himself as the "original Maverick" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; assuming that is solely referring to his brief stint in the Old West as a Deputy, circa 1843. There is nothing original or maverick about John McCain and frankly i am really freaking sick of the cowboy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shoot'em&lt;/span&gt; up lingo we have been subjected to for the last 8 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;what am i getting at? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really just rambling, but i do not believe that a 72 year old, bad tempered, Bush supporting, pro-war, alternate reality living John McCain is the future of our country. it is time for my generation to step up to the plate and take this country for our own. our country is on the verge of collapsing and i want a leader in office who can relate to me and my family and make the right decisions for the next 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*steps off soap box*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-7353340826010785072?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7353340826010785072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=7353340826010785072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7353340826010785072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7353340826010785072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-country-tis-of-thee.html' title='Our country tis of thee.....'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1266194548253306655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=1266194548253306655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/1266194548253306655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/1266194548253306655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/must-see.html' title='must see!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-4267761347689806451</id><published>2008-06-13T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:23.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Tim Russert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SFMiqzRd0zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/inhOVP5iGKw/s1600-h/russert.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211547312511111986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SFMiqzRd0zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/inhOVP5iGKw/s400/russert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Thank you Tim Russert for the knowledge and insight you have passed on to all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would not consider myself as politically savy as I am, had it not been for watching you on Meet the Press for the past 10 years. You are one weird crush I will never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;May 7, 1950-June 13, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/35012528-4267761347689806451?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4267761347689806451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=4267761347689806451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4267761347689806451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4267761347689806451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/06/rip-tim-russert.html' title='RIP Tim Russert'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/SFMiqzRd0zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/inhOVP5iGKw/s72-c/russert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-8412901292155216265</id><published>2008-04-06T20:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:24.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last but not least!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what i have been working on for the last two weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before &amp;amp; After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lyk0oqgXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/07HOzPkxjEc/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186302422823895410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lyk0oqgXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/07HOzPkxjEc/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lzF0oqgYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1akEWT-_108/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186302989759578498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lzF0oqgYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1akEWT-_108/s400/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lzUUoqgZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cXTHWI5JM1A/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186303238867681682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lzUUoqgZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cXTHWI5JM1A/s400/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lzYkoqgaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X3gvVc4tfm8/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186303311882125730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lzYkoqgaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X3gvVc4tfm8/s400/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The new color is pumpkin patch. the old color was pink painted over with grey- which was neither purple, grey or brown. i hated it. i have no idea what the previous owners were thinking. we also got new towel racks, toilet paper holder and replaced the ugly light box with a new light fixture.  we like it! the room seems bigger and it adds some brightness our hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-8412901292155216265?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8412901292155216265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=8412901292155216265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8412901292155216265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8412901292155216265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-but-not-least.html' title='Last but not least!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lyk0oqgXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/07HOzPkxjEc/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-7856365511045740470</id><published>2008-04-06T19:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:25.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, i opened up the front door to let the warm 45 degree weather in. afraid that Black bastard was going to bust through the scream by hanging on it i set up stools, one for each kitty to look outside and sniff the fresh air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, they ran around like idiots for the next hour. FRESH AIR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lx00oqgVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a25haAP2Pb8/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186301598190174546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lx00oqgVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a25haAP2Pb8/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lxv0oqgUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v8Tpg0-Afb0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186301512290828610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lxv0oqgUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v8Tpg0-Afb0/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-7856365511045740470?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7856365511045740470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=7856365511045740470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7856365511045740470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7856365511045740470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is Here!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lx00oqgVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a25haAP2Pb8/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-2267929260727560920</id><published>2008-04-06T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:25.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gigantor's Easter Miracle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For years and years and years, my mom has owned Gigantor. Gigantor is the biggest Christmas Cactus on the face of the planet. We think he's older than me- but he's so old no one really remembers. Gigantor has babies all over Minnesota and Wisconsin. Anyhow...the best thing about Gigantor, is that he blooms flowers at Christmas (hence the name of his Flora) but also at Easter. I was really scared of inheriting Gigantor when they moved. i didn't want to kill him, and i didn't want the cats to eat him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After having Gigantor for one month, i saw this- one week before Easter. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186299661159924002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lwEEoqgSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZEgJUC3yLto/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He only got one bloom, but i am just relieved that he likes me and is content in this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-2267929260727560920?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2267929260727560920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=2267929260727560920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2267929260727560920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2267929260727560920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/04/gigantors-easter-miracle.html' title='Gigantor&apos;s Easter Miracle!!!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lwEEoqgSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZEgJUC3yLto/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-8337468741433754740</id><published>2008-04-06T19:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:27.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lpuUoqgMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mAYfVFfgUJU/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292690428002498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lpuUoqgMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mAYfVFfgUJU/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents recently moved to the Milwaukee area. We had a going away party for them. Due to the fact they are WAY too close to Green Bay, home of the Packers, we had a Packers Immunization Party. Here is part of the invite. Everything was Vikings themed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As happy as we are that they have been reunited,&lt;br /&gt;a dark, new fear looms on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one of long road trips, or phone calls in place of hugs,&lt;br /&gt;but the close proximity to Green Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to prepare our loved ones for their journey.&lt;br /&gt;They are pilgrims in an unholy land.&lt;br /&gt;We must give them the strength to fend off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cheese heads and rabid Favre fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parent of mine will ever sport green and gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a nice party. Everyone they wanted to see- actually everyone invited showed up. here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292527219245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lpk0oqgLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DgHKJ4Ng1SI/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186293210119045362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lqMkoqgPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/W3jFT0TcxO4/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of our guests grubbing on BBQ Beef, Chips and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186293102744862946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lqGUoqgOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jp_6B35qQzk/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;MMMMMM Rosemary Rollups.  THE GREATEST APPETIZER OF ALL TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292986780745938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lp_koqgNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PeZYar_HZH4/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the middle, Betsy- Creator of the DELICIOUS Rosemary Rollups, and the 50,000 cupcakes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186293420572442898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lqY0oqgRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XSNaZTgpXQA/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was also Sebastian's 8th Birthday.  He didn't have any interest in his cupcake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186293326083162370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lqTUoqgQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Tmccv3WFitA/s400/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-8337468741433754740?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8337468741433754740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=8337468741433754740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8337468741433754740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8337468741433754740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/04/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R_lpuUoqgMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mAYfVFfgUJU/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-5175611384779382059</id><published>2008-03-19T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:27.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Oldness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R-HK2koqgKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1DuYcGEKaeU/s1600-h/kari+%26+grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179644085348761762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R-HK2koqgKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1DuYcGEKaeU/s400/kari+%26+grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i turned 29 last week. it was kind of a rough birthday. it was actually a good birthday, but it is scary to think how close 30 is. i don't think i would ever chose to go back a year or two or ten, but at the same time, i guess i never really thought i would be 29. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just sending my grandma an e-mail- she's cool like that! i was thinking back to when i used to write her letters when i was a kid and she would always make comments in my return letters about how she couldn't believe my teachers would let me write in print instead of cursive. letter after letter, she would ask if i had learned cursive and why i didn't use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about it- all old people write the same- they have basically the same script handwriting. i guess as time has progressed, we have lost that. i think i could write fairly well in cursive in like 4th grade, but now i'm pretty sure my "cursive" handwriting would look the same as it did then- like a 4th grader wrote it. so where am i going with all of this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i was typing the e-mail- i realized how much i am slacking on my uppercase letters. i wondered if grandma would notice, and if she would think i was slacking again. at work i mostly type casual e-mails and put quick notes in our computer system. the majority of notes in FC8 are abbreviated which only adds to the laziness. Equipment becomes equip (i don't even put a period to show abbreviation. Received becomes recvd. not to mention all of the leasing terms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every job i have worked at has different abbreviations for different words and procedures too. i think back to when my step brother came back from boot camp and spoke in nothing but acronyms, "i was down at the CMH standing in line for my LOR when my L3C came up to me and asked about my MFP's." WTF??? no idea what he was saying. so now in my life filled with TRAC's FMV's APR's UCC's and LP Options, i think of the recent mobile phone commercials when parents and kids are speaking in text. IDK my BFF Jill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what i am getting to is this. some day in the apparently not to distant future (29 years has gone by in a flash...) will my grandchild be sending me EPM's (Electronic Psychic Messages) to which i will respond- don't you use e-mails anymore? do you even own a sheet of paper and a pen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-5175611384779382059?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5175611384779382059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=5175611384779382059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5175611384779382059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5175611384779382059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts-of-oldness.html' title='Thoughts of Oldness'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R-HK2koqgKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1DuYcGEKaeU/s72-c/kari+%26+grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-7340845621353277446</id><published>2008-03-04T18:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:36:57.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Dad &amp;amp; Stepmothers duplex burnt down for the 2nd time in a year.  My step sister and her boyfriend were living there this time.  check out the video of my dad on the news, and the related articles. crazy shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/video/player.aspx?aid=64363&amp;amp;bw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.kare11.com/video/player.aspx?aid=64363&amp;amp;bw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=500812"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=500812&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-7340845621353277446?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7340845621353277446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=7340845621353277446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7340845621353277446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7340845621353277446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-luck.html' title='Bad Luck'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-5306721619393061035</id><published>2008-02-13T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:27.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R7PAqCulwTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MH5t7xDn-2U/s1600-h/Picture+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166685026043412786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R7PAqCulwTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MH5t7xDn-2U/s400/Picture+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mmmmmmm, Valentines Day Cheesecake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/35012528-5306721619393061035?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5306721619393061035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=5306721619393061035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5306721619393061035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5306721619393061035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R7PAqCulwTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MH5t7xDn-2U/s72-c/Picture+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-4820247702484402675</id><published>2008-01-31T21:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:00:00.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Medallion Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clues, Pioneer Press Clue Writers explanations, and my responses. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Treasure Hunt clues explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the 12 clues our clue writers created for this year's medallion hunt along with explanations of their meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Clue 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've joined the hunt for the regal runt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To prove searching does pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't dig a hole or knock down a pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the golf course is out of play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last year Jake took home the cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a clue a bit off level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year we'll rinse off all our prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lest this hunt go to the devil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CW Explanation: We advise hunters not to dig or knock down anything, and to stay off golf courses. We refer to the hunter who found the medallion after the second clue last year, the fastest on record. He said he deduced "Cleveland" Avenue from the word "level," then followed our footprints to the prize. This year we vow to keep the hunt from going to the devil by making it more challenging and not leaving telltale footprints behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response: First off- let's try for some consistency in the explanations- #1. Wouldn't it make sense to have the WHOLE clue italicized instead of just the first stanza? It's called proof reading- I would like to think that newspapers do this…. #2. Last year Jake found the puck after THREE Clues. PP it's your hunt, your archives, I'd think that you would have done some fact checking- it took me two minutes to get this off your damn website (see below). Clue writer, I'd like to call YOU the devil- but I honestly think the devil is much more clever than you, and comparing you to him would be too much of a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;St. Paul Pioneer Press (MN) - January 24, 2007 - B1 LocalTHAT WAS FAST WITH JUST 3 CLUES -- AND A LITTLE HELP -- DEDICATED HUNTER FINDS MEDALLION It was bound to happen. A dedicated -- some would say obsessed -- treasure hunter, Jake Ingebrigtson set a record for finding the Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt medallion with fewer clues than anyone in the 56-year history of the event. The 27-year-old set out to find the medallion this year as he has for the past decade: cocksure and ready to dig. Months earlier, he'd scoped out Hidden Falls Regional Park, a wooded area tucked below the Ford plant on Mississippi River Boulevard....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The point of all this is so that you won't miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your big chance to grab all the cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now gather your guys and a gal who is wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll have to do something quite rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: This is a reference to the proximity of Point Douglas Road to Indian Mounds Park, where the medallion was hidden. "Guys and wise gal" refer indirectly to the Order of the Eastern Star, a male-and-female fraternal organization that is an offshoot of the Masons, and which planted a star-shaped "Matron's Grove" of trees at Indian Mounds Park. A "rash" often accompanies a burn -- an indirect allusion to Burns Avenue near the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: If I remember correctly, fraternities and fraternal organizations ARE NOT known for their intelligence. Have you seen Animal House? Or heard rumors of what masons make people do for initiation? To roughly quote my friend Amy from a conversation yesterday- "Lock them naked in a coffin and make them drink bad gin." I would be a little bit more sold on their "wisdom" if George Bush wasn't a free mason (or as he would say Wisdomness). Next, I would have thought the CW would come up with something clever pointing us to Matrons Grove, but no one has ever heard of it anyhow so it doesn’t really matter…Lastly, I’ve been burned many times over the course of my life. I’ve been sunburned more times than I can count. I have burned my hand on a light bulb and gotten my arm stuck in a hot oven- but I have NEVER I repeat NEVER gotten a rash along with my burn. I have had heat rash before, but that isn't a BURN. Idiots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've scanned the county to hide our bounty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And keep you on your toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It may sound risible, but our puck's invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although it might just stick to your nose.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: Hunters must be on their toes because we've hid it in hilly territory which we scanned from the top of a hill in the park. "Invisible" and "stick to your nose" refers to the "invisible tape" box in which the medallion is hidden.&lt;br /&gt;My Response: if you are standing on a hill- looking down, why would you need to stand on your toes??? The invisible tape thing is the most logical thing I've read so far- but I’m still angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How fun is the snow how far will we go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You really ought to go see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get up for the mission and not just the wishin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get into the game - it's all free&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Explanation: Pretty darn obscure: "Game" is a reference to Obbs Sports Bar across the street from the park. Really obscure: "Far" and "go" are a reference to Wells Fargo Place downtown, which is visible from Indian Mounds Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: Obscure? You think???? Because I know that I INSTANTLY thought of Obbs Sports Bar, not to mention their FREE beverages. Wells Fargo- WTF, I could name 6 other parks that you can see the Wells Building from, not to mention I bet every other park in St. Paul is less than a mile from a branch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There once was a clue that drove you-know-who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To threaten a heinous act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'd use it again, but we're afraid of his pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend, that's an unfortunate fact&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: This is a reference to a certain newspaper columnist who freaked out several hunts ago. He took issue with a clue referring obliquely to the location of a French immersion school - which is now at Parkway School, not far from Indian Mounds Park. The Pioneer Press had a short article about a play at the school called "Kaposia,'' which debuted during this year's hunt. The play dealt with the Native American community that once thrived at Indian Mounds Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: The French immersion school is midway between Phalen and Indian Mounds- if I were to use their logic- nothing is really that far from any of the clues. Which is probably what they were thinking when they sent us on a wild goose chase around St Paul. New Brighton isn't far from any of these parks, and is really close to say…Burnsville. K-A-P-O-S-I-A. As a South St. Paul girl- their explanation of this clue left me stumped. I did a little google research and found out that prior to living in SSP/WSP the Kaposia had been in St. Paul in a number of different locations. They lived near Lake Phalen, and below Mounds Park in a swamp. I could be wrong, or possibly the parent who wrote Kaposia was, but in our very next clue- the CW mentions who built the mounds- and it wasn't the Kaposia. By the way- the article about the play states that it is about Native American's who lived in MN- it mentions NOTHING about Mounds Park.&lt;br /&gt;Clue 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All ye who look should honor the book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As one who stood for hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much was built in the name of the kilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look sharp now and never mope&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: Calling all history buffs: Edward Duffield Neill was the first to conduct excavations at Indian Mounds Park. He was a Presbyterian minister and educator ("ye," "honor the book") who had been a presidential aide to Abraham Lincoln. In Minnesota, he founded Macalester College and the House of Hope Presbyterian Church ("hope.") These are two St. Paul institutions that honor the Scottish traditions ("kilt.") The word "hope" also invokes the Hopewell Indians, the ancient tribe that built the mounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: Umm, seriously? I don't even have a response to how completely asinine this clue is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you should go look high then low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One could see it from a bower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it's your bent you might seek a tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To protect in case of shower&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: The tent refers to the Indians who lived on the site of Indian Mounds Park. "High then low" refers to the hilly terrain where the medallion is hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: Yes, Indians lived in tents. Yes, Indians lived on the site of Mounds Park. But they aren't there anymore- so if it rains, I guess I am shit out of luck. Thank god I spent time researching the multiple meanings of the word bower, it'll come in handy when I am trying to outsmart my word of the day calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take note of the wood and do what you should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To extract the prize for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Build a bridge to your dreams as high as they seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave nothing behind on the shelf&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: Another reference to the woods in the area in which it is hidden and to the bridge that crosses Warner Road from Mounds Park. The "shelf" refers to the side of the hill where the medallion is hidden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: It is all so clear now!!! I tell you what though- if any bridge coming from Mounds Park is the bridge of my dreams, I really need to re-evaluate my life's goals.&lt;br /&gt;Clue 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the buck to acquire good luckI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;n finding the grail this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Link a jar, a line, a star lawyer divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While crying in your beer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: There are deer in Indian Mounds Park. Jar, line and star lawyer refer to the word "Mason,'' a reference to the Masonic memorial in Mounds Park. There is also a reference to the beverage enjoyed at Obbs sports bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: Deer?!? DEER?!?!?! Not only are there deer in EVERY SINGLE PARK in St. Paul- but you probably can't look at the buck if there aren't any deer permanently chained down in the park. I have been to Mounds dozens of times over the last 20 years, during every time of day, and have NEVER, I repeat NEVER seen a deer. We got the Masons reference, but again- vagueness!!! I'm not even going to revisit the line which made me momentarily hate beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He won, then lost and the nation was tossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Into strife that was far from civil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The point I'm making is yours for the taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me - not the message board drivel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: Another reference to Point Douglas Road, located near the park, which was named after Stephen A. Douglas, who defeated Abraham Lincoln in the 1858 U.S. Senate race but lost to him for the presidency two years later. The Civil War followed shortly after the election. We also refer to the many message boards purporting to know where the medallion was hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: I feel this is a clever and acceptable clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This name brings tears, elation and cheers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And occasionally even outrages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It sits on walls and rides the halls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And fills a dozen pages&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: The name is "Johnson," filling 12 pages in the telephone book. Johnson Parkway ends at Indian Mounds Park. There is also a bench at the park ("sits") named for a Minnesota "Johnson." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: Considering my boyfriend is a Johnson and he's made me cry, made me happy and we've toasted many times, this clue should have been blatantly obvious. But it is seriously lacking. Other than my personal experience, what part of the first three lines actually pertains to Johnson Pkwy? I like the dozen pages- it is very clever, but who uses the phone book anymore? It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dexonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dexonline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The hills are alive and you'll have arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Refrain from the very injurious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be bold and be brave but your skin you must save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's off-limits should frankly be obvious&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: Another reference to the hills and potentially dangerous terrain in the area where it is hidden; "brave" is an Indian term. The "frankly obvious" area that is off-limits is the area of the ancient mounds themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: Let me go on record and state that I don't really feel like Mounds is HILLY. Other than the mounds themselves, there are very long slopes- the park from west to east is on very different elevation- but for the most part, it is flat park and the cliff- if that is a hill then I guess I'll have to take your word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look for the sight you hope is just right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're doubtful and you're torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Make the rounds for what rhymes with grounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And part of a rose with a horn&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through flames and flow this park where you'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the site of sacred relics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay away from these and the cliffs if you please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you'll be in a heckuva fix&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: Both stanzas clearly point to "Mounds" park, rhyming with "grounds,'' and to the "horn" of a rose, referring to nearby Thorn Street. We tell people to stay away from "sacred relics" - the actual Indian mounds - and from the cliffs. "Flames" refer to Burns and "flow" to Etna, two streets near the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Response: Dear Clue Writer, Up until this point, you have made us noodle that fraternities are known for their knowledge, that mounds park has deer, that the name Johnson brings tears, elation and cheers, and that the bridge of my dreams is built on an east side park. After putting me through all of that, you are finally going to reveal the location by RHYMING??? Again this proves that you have the mental capability of a 5 year old. Can anyone tell me what rhymes with HICK? By the way, this clue made me so incredibly angry AND crabby that I didn't talk to my boyfriend for 10 hours. Home wrecker!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This clue, released in the early edition of the newspaper at 11:30 p.m. Tuesday, led to the discovery of the medallion about midnight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Air and river sounds lead all to Mounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Far from the graves take your entourage'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Twixt Burns and Thorn an icy pathway is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Across Mounds from a gray house and tan garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell no fury hath as those on the wrong path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mounds and Warner form a woodsy perimeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The path, not official, contains footprints beneficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some 300 trudges in - not a quest for a quitter&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This trail you must follow goes down a narrow hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Under a fallen tree to an old rusted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;here you must search for a hillside path perch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherein lies the center of fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: These stanzas get the hunters into the area where the medallion is hidden in Indian Mounds Park. Between Burns and Thorn street, across Mounds Boulevard from a house-and-garage, begins an icy path worn by many footprints. It goes through a narrow hollow or creek bed, under a fallen tree, to an old rusted drum. We counted 300 steps from the street to the drum. We encourage hunters to look for a "hillside path perch" in this area -- on a hillside, near a path -- but we did not give the exact location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My response: This clue tells me that A. you have not done this before, and B. you like to ruin people's lives. Show me in medallion history where clue #11 gives you the number of paces to the medallion. You don't give the exact location my ass. Were you getting bored with writing clues at this point? Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This clue was scheduled to run in the newspaper on Thursday, Jan. 31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your blood will coagulate whilst you triangulate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the drum at the heart of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A slope nearby you will espy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fifty steps up the hill - careful, don't fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Near a hollowed half-tree a fallen limb you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The cover for our precious goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Across the path from the half-tree lift the limb and you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gold in them thar' woods&lt;br /&gt;Quick like a fox see the blue-and&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;white box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Away you casually sidleInside is the prize, two-domed and super-sized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Congratulations - you're our Minnesota Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation: This identifies the exact spot where the medallion is located. It is close to a "hollowed half-tree" - a split trunk that is a marker for our treasure. Across the icy path from this half-tree are some dead limbs on the ground. The treasure is under one of them. It is in a blue-and-white box of 3M invisible tape. The marker tree is about 50 steps up the hill from the rusted drum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kari's Response: I can only thank god that I didn't have to read this piece of crap clue in the paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/35012528-4820247702484402675?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4820247702484402675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=4820247702484402675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4820247702484402675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4820247702484402675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/final-medallion-post.html' title='Final Medallion Post'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-1925086962607898913</id><published>2008-01-31T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:29.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Swede Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Searchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;ng Swede Hollow will remain one of my favorite hunt memories. it was peaceful and serene. here are a few pics from that day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KP8VQcOtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GtWcCkn8z-E/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161846389581036242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KP8VQcOtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GtWcCkn8z-E/s400/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The plaque in the upper part of the park, where the Hamm Mansion once stood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161846582854564578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KQHlQcOuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WQbkAcVTlBY/s400/Picture+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;GIANT WALLS surrounding one side of the park. you can see boyfriend in the center digging for the puck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161847244279528178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KQuFQcOvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PK0Tdw0k1Pc/s400/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Old Hamm Brewery. When we got closer, you could smell the fire left over from the most recent blaze in 2004 (not sure on the year, i just remember i was living with Josh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161848197762267906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KRllQcOwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y8s93fEASys/s400/Picture+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;We thought that this rock formation at the beginning of the creek running through SH was what the clue writer was refering to as "leave nothing behind on a shelf". a very nice older lady spent an hour digging out the "shelves". I talked to her a couple of times during the course of the day. she was a trouper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161849142655073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KSclQcOyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yxuIESLnInA/s400/Picture+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;A view from the south end of the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161850474094934850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KTqFQcO0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/i3hn0ntF5cc/s400/Picture+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;My own dead tree picture. maybe i will frame it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-1925086962607898913?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1925086962607898913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=1925086962607898913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/1925086962607898913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/1925086962607898913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/pictures-of-swede-hollow.html' title='Pictures of Swede Hollow'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KP8VQcOtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GtWcCkn8z-E/s72-c/Picture+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-5837992141843230720</id><published>2008-01-31T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:30.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics and final clue thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it at Phalen Park?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161836197623642722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KGrFQcOmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UCXzwVGLnh0/s400/Picture+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bundling up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KGy1QcOnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WKCP1I_pgKY/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161836330767628914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KGy1QcOnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WKCP1I_pgKY/s400/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; I can never take pictures of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161836489681418882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KG8FQcOoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P3NU7IdoR2k/s400/Picture+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is it under this tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161836674365012626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KHG1QcOpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qwDuEK4puC8/s400/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Warming up in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161837434574224034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KHzFQcOqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3U1rHdB-cQg/s400/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Study those clues.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161838053049514674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KIXFQcOrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RBdXE-Sx_fw/s400/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Monument to the 1986 Ice Palace. i think i went to this when i was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161838190488468162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KIfFQcOsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/b1vuwjbDCeM/s400/Picture+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thinking about the clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KGW1QcOlI/AAAAAAAAADw/u4vh9anXT2w/s1600-h/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-5837992141843230720?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5837992141843230720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=5837992141843230720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5837992141843230720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5837992141843230720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/pics-and-final-clue-thoughts.html' title='Pics and final clue thoughts'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R6KGrFQcOmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UCXzwVGLnh0/s72-c/Picture+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-3629492485681141573</id><published>2008-01-30T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:37:13.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clues 9 &amp; 10</title><content type='html'>i thought i was really far behind on updating, then i realized that it just FEELS like time is standing still. it actually isn't. :) Now it is a few days later and i just realized i never actually posted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the two most recent clues-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #9&lt;br /&gt;This name brings tears, elation and cheers&lt;br /&gt;And occasionally even outrages&lt;br /&gt;It sits on walls and rides the halls&lt;br /&gt;And fills a dozen pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills are alive and you'll have arrived&lt;br /&gt;Refrain from the very injurious&lt;br /&gt;Be bold and be brave but your skin you must save&lt;br /&gt;What's off-limits should frankly be obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue No. 10&lt;br /&gt;Look for the sight you hope is just right&lt;br /&gt;You're doubtful and you're torn&lt;br /&gt;Make the rounds for what rhymes with grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part of a rose with a horn&lt;br /&gt;Through flames and flow this park where you'll go&lt;br /&gt;Is the site of sacred relics&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from these and the cliffs if you please&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll be in a heckuva fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GOD. what a roller coaster the last two days have been. i honestly don't know where things end and other things begin. so sunday night- we had our revelation- our moment of genius- the moment when all time stood still. we pulled everything together. The answer we had been looking for laid in swede hollow. all the clues fit. from the 3M references to "sitting on walls and riding halls" even down to the 3m manufactured game "Aquired". as we researched Swede Hollow history i was fascinated by the community that a city forgot. i was especially touched by a excerpt from a documentary where a man who had lived down there growing up. he was reminiscing about living there, and later in life- he found out that Swede Hollow had officially been deemed a slum in 1933- he realized he was living down there at that time and was shocked to hear that- as they always had fun, and things were always provided for. kids ran in groups and played, parents watched everyones kids. There was a whole community living in shanties under huge mansions on Daytons bluff. in 1956, the remaining 16 families living in swedes hollow were evicted and the shanties were burnt to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we spent 8 hours at swede hollow. it was a beautiful day, and an amazing park. it was calm and silent. it was a picturesque day. peaceful. there were about 30 people in the park through out the day hunting with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-3629492485681141573?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3629492485681141573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=3629492485681141573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3629492485681141573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3629492485681141573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-thought-i-was-really-far-behind-on.html' title='Clues 9 &amp; 10'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-2072448081456002821</id><published>2008-01-26T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:15:08.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5, 6, 7 open up the pearly gates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYKMUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="85" alt="Snow Angel" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_10.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A prize for the person who knows the song i am referencing above!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask me where i've been for the last 3 clues!!! i really meant to update this every day but the hunt, a little bit of booze and exhaustion has gotten the best of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;here are the last 3 clues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There once was a clue that drove you-know-who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To threaten a heinous act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'd use it again but we're afraid of his pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend, that's an unfortunate fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- We think this is supposed to steer us toward Como. Joe Souchery (you know who) has been a popular guess as to who writes the clues. he disputes this fact and in 2003 blasted the clue writers for writing stupid clues that no one can figure out. Those clues lead us to Como.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolercrew.com/archive.php?location=1052049141&amp;amp;start=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.coolercrew.com/archive.php?location=1052049141&amp;amp;start=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All ye who look should honor the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As one who stood for hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much was built in the name of the kilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look sharp now and never mope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Now this one may send you running toward Highland- Kilt, etc. BUT we think they are just trying to fuck with us. the way the clues have been- they aren't going to give us something this obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue #7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you should go look high then low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One could see it from a bower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it's your bent you might seek a tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To protect in case of shower&lt;br /&gt;Take note of the wood and do what you should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To extract the prize for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Build a bridge to your dreams as high as they seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leave nothing behind on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hmmm, where do i begin with this one- again it seems they are trying to steer us toward Highland- High is in there twice (and i think the clue writers are....) and the tent COULD refer to Circus Jurveus or whatever- which is a childrens circus training program which performs in highland- BUT they don't perform in a tent- it is a big green dome building (thanks boyfriend for figuring that out, and reading over my shoulder... :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So where are we????? we spent yesterday in Como and Phalen. We are returning to Phalen today. i am 70% sure it is at phalen and about 30% sure about Highland. I really think they are trying to steer us in the wrong direction- or it is possible that they haven't revealed the park at all and are just pointing us toward where to look in the parks. i am excited about our 30+ degree temps and the steaming hot thermos of coffee and bailys waiting for us to drink. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hunt memory- so far this year my favorite hunt memory is from yesterday. as we were driving around parks we called my mom to see if she had any ideas for us. with us on speaker phone at her house and her on speaker phone in my car- i appreciate all of her help and she's going to keep noodling for us. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will take some pics today while we are out and about!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb112_ZSYYYYYYKMUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7920" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb112&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYKMUS" 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/35012528-2072448081456002821?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2072448081456002821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=2072448081456002821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2072448081456002821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2072448081456002821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-6-7-open-up-pearly-gates.html' title='5, 6, 7 open up the pearly gates!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-4849478607900298456</id><published>2008-01-23T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:30.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fore!!! I mean Four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a visual aid demonstrating my life for the last 4 days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5f0k1QcOjI/AAAAAAAAADg/fTpdIZz6gkg/s1600-h/22195863%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158860811784698418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5f0k1QcOjI/AAAAAAAAADg/fTpdIZz6gkg/s400/22195863%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I AM TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of work until we are off for the hunt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sure we'll be up until 2 again tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is something wrong with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here is the 4th clue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How fun is the snow how far will we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You really ought to go see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get up for the mission and not just the wishin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get into the game- its all free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We are planning to go out and scout Phalen tonight, but it is rather cold. it was negative 1 two hours ago. so we'll see. i like the last line of the clue- get into the game, it's all free. i think this is referencing Arcade Street- an arcade is where you play games, but unlike real arcades- the street or the game are free for use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hunt story? Digging up 3/4 of an hill leading down to a large amphitheater. my bad idea. i'm pretty sure boyfriend is still made about it. this was before we had adequate tools. i was using my feet and he was using a garden spade- as in a small handheld one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-4849478607900298456?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4849478607900298456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=4849478607900298456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4849478607900298456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4849478607900298456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/fore-i-mean-four.html' title='Fore!!! I mean Four.'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5f0k1QcOjI/AAAAAAAAADg/fTpdIZz6gkg/s72-c/22195863%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-3786958282879912399</id><published>2008-01-22T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:31.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Medallion, Day 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5a5bVQcOiI/AAAAAAAAADY/49J39pGlzXA/s1600-h/crazy-frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158514302413191714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5a5bVQcOiI/AAAAAAAAADY/49J39pGlzXA/s400/crazy-frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clue 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've scanned the county to hide our bounty&lt;br /&gt;And keep you on your toes&lt;br /&gt;It may sound risible, but our puck's invisible&lt;br /&gt;Although it might just stick to your nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are focusing 90% of our energy on Phalen park/Keller Park. This is mostly because of Spoon Lake, the golf course, Sophia St. (meaning wisdom) surrounded by Frank, and a bunch of other male named streets. Damn you pioneer press!!! You steal 12 days of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are running on no sleep and plan to stay up for the clue again tonight. i'll be really freaking glad when it is friday and we can sleep in a bit before getting out and hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm.... favorite medallion memory for the day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;last year at Central there was some crazy lady wandering around yelling at people for litering and ruining the park. when i say crazy, i don't mean the endearing, charming quality that someone like myself posesses. i am talking screws loose, A finger short of a mitten, a sandwhich short of a picnic crazy. she came up to me as i was exploring the lake and told me that she " was sick and tired of treating the park like garbage." went on to say that the next dog she saw in the park she was " going to grab it from them and give it to a police officer. " I smiled and walked away and warned the on coming kid that she was going to yell at him about his cigarette. sure enough she did. aside from the crazies, we had a great time talking to a guy who found it a number of years ago, and two buddies who hunt with a group every year.&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/35012528-3786958282879912399?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3786958282879912399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=3786958282879912399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3786958282879912399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3786958282879912399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/mission-medallion-day-3.html' title='Mission: Medallion, Day 3!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5a5bVQcOiI/AAAAAAAAADY/49J39pGlzXA/s72-c/crazy-frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-2664773609129462419</id><published>2008-01-21T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:32.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Medallion, Day 2!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;We're ready! Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5VY3TxZR0I/AAAAAAAAADA/HmxkdvUbHVY/s1600-h/Picture+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158126655446271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5VY3TxZR0I/AAAAAAAAADA/HmxkdvUbHVY/s400/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Supplies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Clue #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The point of all this is so that you won't miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Your big chance to grab all the cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now gather your guys and a gal who is wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You'll have to do something quite rash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Our thoughts so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Regal Runt is either simply "the medallion" or possibly it is wrapped in a white castle or whopper junior package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*gal who is wise could be referring to St. Kate's or Harriet Island (Parks namesake was the first teacher to organize schools in St. Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*In a park with a golf course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;We are focusing on Highland and Hidden Falls at this point. I think all the Harriet Island hubbub is a red herring. I would like to note, that i find it curious that neither of these clues doesn't scream COMO!! Como usually works for every clue for the first couple and there are some die hards out there that continue searching there regardless of if the Clue Writer comes right out and says GO TO ROSEVILLE. Nothing matches Como so far. i just think its curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This noodling was brought you by this favorite hunt memory (courtesy of Boyfriend):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2005 Crosby (again). Being on the phone with Kate (our undercover espionoge agent) discussing last minute info that she had stolen from a co-worker. Watching the guy watching us. We are sure he was the PP on-site spy. Piecing together all of the clues. Finding the Life Saving device. Knowing 100% that we walked over the damn thing. Calling the Hunt Hotline (programmed in our phones) every 30 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158129545959262034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5VbfjxZR1I/AAAAAAAAADI/frbppdCaJrI/s400/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158129842312005474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5VbwzxZR2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/AKeI-0ov3O0/s400/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gloves, mittens, hats, scarves, granola bars, nuts, smokes, booze, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;a flash light and a sweet ass head lamp(which is OBVIOUSLY mine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-2664773609129462419?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2664773609129462419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=2664773609129462419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2664773609129462419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2664773609129462419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/mission-medallion-day-2.html' title='Mission: Medallion, Day 2!!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5VY3TxZR0I/AAAAAAAAADA/HmxkdvUbHVY/s72-c/Picture+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-8180679657787617128</id><published>2008-01-20T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:32.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farve is a LOSER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5QXfzxZRyI/AAAAAAAAACw/tDknX63FUiY/s1600-h/favremadden5rw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157773308486829858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5QXfzxZRyI/AAAAAAAAACw/tDknX63FUiY/s320/favremadden5rw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA bitches! No Green Bay Super Bowl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Go ELI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-8180679657787617128?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8180679657787617128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=8180679657787617128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8180679657787617128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/8180679657787617128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/farve-is-loser.html' title='Farve is a LOSER!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5QXfzxZRyI/AAAAAAAAACw/tDknX63FUiY/s72-c/favremadden5rw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-6941365674859806910</id><published>2008-01-20T17:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:32.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Day One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5PhHTxZRxI/AAAAAAAAACo/WYujpdveZv8/s1600-h/cold.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5PhHTxZRxI/AAAAAAAAACo/WYujpdveZv8/s1600-h/cold.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157713513952134930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5PhHTxZRxI/AAAAAAAAACo/WYujpdveZv8/s320/cold.gif" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boyfriend and have been "Noodling" for the last 24 hours. Let me mention, we have been noodling from the warm comfort of our home. Here's what we are confident of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*In a park with or near a golf course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*May be wrapped in something pertaining to photography, the news paper, or possibly Prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*It is probably not in New Brighton. Damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*We think it's in a bigger park.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*We won't have to DIG for it, although it is probably under something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*The puck may or may not be smaller than in previous years- although this is not helpful as no one really knows &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We spent some time at Savers today and i managed to get a good deal on basically new boots... now i just need snow pants. we also bought snacks as we prepare for our long hunting days. on a side note- i really hope that Farve and the ass packers go down tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going to try to write about a favorite hunt memory each day- or something we look forward to each year. there has to be a driving factor in why we continue to hunt in the cold every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the things i enjoy the most about the hunt is figuring out the clues. In 2005, i got us to the right park, we were there on the right day. After scouting out Crosby a few days before, we were confident we were in the right place. after a delicious meal at Denny's- we headed to the park. Boyfriend had used his Law &amp;amp; Order triangulation method to determine the spot we should look. turns out he was right. once in the park we became distracted and didn't stick to that plan, but he was exactly right. I've got to listen to him more often. it was a beautiful day for hunting- warm enough that once we were moving we could take off our coats and work in our sweatshirts. i am hoping for that type of weather again this year- but i have serious doubts that will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Less than 6 hours til the next clue comes out!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-6941365674859806910?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6941365674859806910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=6941365674859806910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6941365674859806910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6941365674859806910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/official-day-one.html' title='Official Day One!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5PhHTxZRxI/AAAAAAAAACo/WYujpdveZv8/s72-c/cold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-2869431933961108425</id><published>2008-01-19T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:32.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Dig?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5KnzzxZRvI/AAAAAAAAACY/lV_s5AfLv88/s1600-h/25_1253a12752_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157369031805191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5KnzzxZRvI/AAAAAAAAACY/lV_s5AfLv88/s320/25_1253a12752_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's finally here. we have been waiting with anticipation for the end of January. why? because we are crazy. we are looking forward to wandering the frozen tundra. The St. Paul Winter Carnival Medallion hunt officially begins tomorrow. The first clue is actually in the early edition of the Sunday Paper, so we already have our hands on the first clue. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've joined the hunt for the regal runt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove searching does pay&lt;br /&gt;Don't dig a hole or knock down a pole&lt;br /&gt;And the golf course is out of play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Jake took home the cake&lt;br /&gt;With a clue a bit off level&lt;br /&gt;This year we'll rinse off all our prints&lt;br /&gt;Lest this hunt go to the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key words that stand out:&lt;br /&gt;Runt, THE golf course, dont' dig a hole, rinse off all prints, devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We first started doing the medallion hunt in 2005.  this is our third hunt.  Our first year it was located in Crosby park.  That still stands out for both of us as our favorite hunt. it was fun to get out in the winter and actually hunt- where we'd always just hoped to.   in 2006 when it was found at battle creek, we knew the location, but it was found on the day we were planning on looking and we were both at work.  last year at central park for hunt number two, we talked to a number of interesting people, and burned A LOT of calories.  i will never forget being there on the final night when the final clue came out.  people were waiting and there as such intense energy.  it was truly the calm before the storm. one phone rang and this guy took off running into the woods.  pretty soon 200 people were all running after that guy- we didn't know where we were going or what we were looking for. i have never ran so fast in my life.  lanterns and flash lights bobbing, people digging everywhere- all for nothing. the medallion had been found 10 minutes before the final clue. good times.  you dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-2869431933961108425?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2869431933961108425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=2869431933961108425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2869431933961108425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2869431933961108425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-dig.html' title='You Dig?'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R5KnzzxZRvI/AAAAAAAAACY/lV_s5AfLv88/s72-c/25_1253a12752_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-4712228696580041194</id><published>2008-01-16T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:33.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting Class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R460YDxZRuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N3_YisolBsI/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156256948808140514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R460YDxZRuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N3_YisolBsI/s320/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Got Knit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was recently asked by my boss to teach a knitting class. An e-mail went out and 7 people signed up! I sent out a list of supplies and on Monday, I held my class. I am still a fairly inexperienced knitter, so it was a little intimidating. What i was surprised to find was how much I actually knew, and it was interesting watching people struggle with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;same issues that i did when i first started. here are some pictures. we're going to have a follow up class in 2 weeks to see how everyone is progressing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the left you will see Alien, I mean Eileen being beamed up to the mother ship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R46zujxZRrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xhdr6U-34pc/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156256235843569330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R46zujxZRrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xhdr6U-34pc/s320/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of the class- R to L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eileen, Brianna, Jackie, Anne, Stephanie &amp;amp; Kim.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R46z3jxZRsI/AAAAAAAAACA/xBpClRA3pks/s1600-h/Picture+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156256390462392002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R46z3jxZRsI/AAAAAAAAACA/xBpClRA3pks/s320/Picture+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ann showing off her needle skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-4712228696580041194?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4712228696580041194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=4712228696580041194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4712228696580041194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4712228696580041194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/knitting-class.html' title='Knitting Class!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R460YDxZRuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N3_YisolBsI/s72-c/Picture+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-7903320079993694902</id><published>2008-01-10T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:34.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccoli Cheese Bake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R4bC6TxZRqI/AAAAAAAAABw/yBK455RyYyE/s1600-h/Broccoli02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R4bC6TxZRqI/AAAAAAAAABw/yBK455RyYyE/s320/Broccoli02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154021130567763618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my latest lo-carb creations.  &lt;br /&gt;I've lost 12lbs and still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend loves chicken spaghetti. Now that I am back on south beach, I am choosing to not eat noodles.  I prepared Boyfriend his regular chicken spaghetti and reserved some of the sauce for me.  The following recipe was prepared as an individual meal, but the sauce recipe probably serves 3-4. Don't ask me why I didn't take a picture of this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli Cheese Bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove&lt;br /&gt;1 onion&lt;br /&gt;Salt &amp; pepper&lt;br /&gt;Oregano&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite brand of spaghetti sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Bake:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup broccoli&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup part skim ricotta cheese&lt;br /&gt;Mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce: Heat olive oil in a medium sauce pan, on medium heat.  Mince garlic and onion. Sauté in oil until onions are near translucence. Cut chicken into cubes, add to onions and garlic. Season with salt, pepper and oregano to taste. When chicken is cooked through, add spaghetti sauce.  Simmer to desired heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake: Put Broccoli in an oven safe bowl. Steam in microwave using saran wrap for 3-4 minutes.  Drain water.  Smooth ricotta over broccoli.  Lightly sprinkle mozzarella and parmesan on ricotta. Bake at 325 until cheese melts and slightly browns. Top with chicken spaghetti sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-7903320079993694902?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7903320079993694902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=7903320079993694902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7903320079993694902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/7903320079993694902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/broccoli-cheese-bake.html' title='Broccoli Cheese Bake'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R4bC6TxZRqI/AAAAAAAAABw/yBK455RyYyE/s72-c/Broccoli02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-2913712546348023864</id><published>2008-01-05T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:34.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebastian the Camera Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3-xKDxZRnI/AAAAAAAAABU/w6anX7n2uUc/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152031285104428658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3-xKDxZRnI/AAAAAAAAABU/w6anX7n2uUc/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cute picture of Sebastian!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;BR ...&gt;he was helping me take pictures of yarn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;BR ...&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is very helpful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3-wsTxZRmI/AAAAAAAAABM/mN2_dv1E55w/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-2913712546348023864?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2913712546348023864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=2913712546348023864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2913712546348023864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/2913712546348023864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2008/01/cute-picture-of-sebastian-he-was.html' title='Sebastian the Camera Man'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3-xKDxZRnI/AAAAAAAAABU/w6anX7n2uUc/s72-c/Picture+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-6600931942526571052</id><published>2007-12-19T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:34.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Journeyman!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R2nQLTxZRlI/AAAAAAAAABE/P8RvYp6amDQ/s1600-h/journeyman10690nd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145872941952091730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R2nQLTxZRlI/AAAAAAAAABE/P8RvYp6amDQ/s320/journeyman10690nd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Save Journeyman!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://savejourneyman.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://savejourneyman.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-6600931942526571052?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6600931942526571052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=6600931942526571052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6600931942526571052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6600931942526571052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/12/save-journeyman_19.html' title='Save Journeyman!!!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R2nQLTxZRlI/AAAAAAAAABE/P8RvYp6amDQ/s72-c/journeyman10690nd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-3461555763121549676</id><published>2007-09-20T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:21:38.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.criticallayouts.com/Generators/ccc-halloween/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;clickLABEL=MySpace Countdown&amp;flashLABEL=Countdown Clock Codes&amp;skin=http://www.criticallayouts.com/Generators/ccc-halloween/skins/17.jpg&amp;text=Halloween%21%21%21%21&amp;untilColor=16724736&amp;textColor=0&amp;datesColor=0&amp;year=2007&amp;month=9&amp;day=31&amp;hour=0&amp;minute=0&amp;second=0&amp;x=6&amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="200" name="countdown" align="middle" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/"&gt;MySpace Countdown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-3461555763121549676?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3461555763121549676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=3461555763121549676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3461555763121549676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3461555763121549676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/09/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-1348634345895052573</id><published>2007-05-28T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:17:05.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff.</title><content type='html'>I was driving to pick up boyfriend from work so we could go out to lunch.  Apparently, the Minneapolis Fire Department now sells advertising space on the back of their trucks.  Much like the ads on buses.  I found myself laughing uncontrolably when i realized the advertisement on the back of the truck was for Quit Plan. as in Quit Plan for Health- some insurance companies program to, get this.... stop smoking.  stop smoking on the back of a fire truck. hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-1348634345895052573?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1348634345895052573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=1348634345895052573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/1348634345895052573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/1348634345895052573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny Stuff.'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-697021682704941941</id><published>2007-04-18T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:19:16.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry-licious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Sunday, I had to face the reality that Monday I would be doing a fast/cleanse of my body for 4 days.  I decided we needed a delicious dessert to look back on and remember, long after the the last of delicious food had left my system. Here is what i created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smarties Strawberry Shortcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;425* 10-15 Mintes, yields 4 biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Biscuits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C Flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/2 Tbs. Baking Powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/4 Tsp. Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 1/2 Tbs. Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/2 stick COLD Butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/3-1/2 C Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Large strawberry, or 2 med.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strawberry's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slice desired # of strawberries, coat with sugar, set aside for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally until syrup is created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Combine Flour, Baking Powder, Salt and Sugar. Cut butter into flour mixture using a knife, fingers or pastry cutter. Desired consistancy has butter mixed in well, and a few small pea sized pieces. (think pie crust). Create a well in the middle of the four/butter mixture. Grate the strawberry(s) with the large end of a cheese grater, into the well, add milk and stir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Divide dough into 4 parts, form into a ball. Bake for 10-15 Minutes until biscuits are slightly golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-697021682704941941?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/697021682704941941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=697021682704941941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/697021682704941941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/697021682704941941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/04/strawberry-licious.html' title='Strawberry-licious!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-5707751292346847138</id><published>2007-04-16T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:07:28.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tastiest Drink of All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black"&gt;How to make a kari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts self-sufficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php" method="post"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-5707751292346847138?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5707751292346847138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=5707751292346847138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5707751292346847138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/5707751292346847138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/04/tastiest-drink-of-all.html' title='Tastiest Drink of All...'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-3033718670073273396</id><published>2007-04-01T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:35.582-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Update City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a random blog of random things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;First and foremost, Winter in Minnesota. It wasn't so much "winter" anymore as we had crossed the threshold to spring, but sure enough March 2nd, 3 days before my Birthday, Winter reared it's ugly head again. Considering global warming and the mild, mild winters we've had the past couple of years, boyfriend and i took pictures to document the event. I'm not sure what the final snowfall total was, but i think it was somewhere in the 18" range. madness. i can't remember it snowing like that for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This was the view from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Living room&lt;/span&gt; window:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048676563215258802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RhCAldBJFLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jg3fsykgw_M/s320/snow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is the GIANT icicle outside our bedroom window:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048677314834535618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RhCBRNBJFMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TOspLYILqqM/s320/icicle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was our driveway. Please take notice that we don't own a shovel, and Boyfriend is in fact shoveling with a broom. The second picture is the wall surrounding our patio, it is about 4 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048677800165840082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RhCBtdBJFNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SLAgw85wzTo/s320/brad+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048677950489695458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RhCB2NBJFOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3Ymy-561GyM/s320/snow+patio+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;NEXT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knitting. I finished this bag. It was the first "real" project &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; completed. it has fake cables and multi colored yard. i am giving it to my friend for her birthday in April. i don't have a name for it. near the end of the project i started calling it the bitch bag because i was NOT HAPPY about having to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kitchener&lt;/span&gt; stitch, and it looked like shit. but i am happy with the end result. it is a small bag. big enough for a wallet and your cell phone and not much else. the strap is long enough to cross over your chest.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; enough with knitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;verbiage&lt;/span&gt; or knowledgeable enough to even know what yarn i used, so if you want a GOOD knitting blog, check out Laura's. Boyfriend has been calling it the hippie bag, so i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; run with that. i used sock yarn. what kind? what is it made out of? i have no freaking clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048679230389949682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RhCDAtBJFPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A4nFOZRnFCo/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048679475203085570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RhCDO9BJFQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IQyChSfL_Vo/s320/bag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now the snow is gone, we pulled out the patio table and chairs last weekend, and enjoyed a day of 81 degree's last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Monday(less than three weeks after the blizzard)&lt;/span&gt;.  welcome spring!  next week on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; we are headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;. welcome trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-3033718670073273396?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3033718670073273396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=3033718670073273396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3033718670073273396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/3033718670073273396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-city.html' title='Update City!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RhCAldBJFLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jg3fsykgw_M/s72-c/snow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-4846124089358349277</id><published>2007-03-21T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:37:36.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love to cook, and due to my new diet, i am limiting my carb intake. So here is what i had for dinner last night.  Boyfriend wanted chicken spaghetti, i didn't want to eat the pasta, so i ate this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 chicken breast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1/2 cup FF ricotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 egg yolk or 1/8 C egg beaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oregano to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 minced garlic clove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;salt/pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spaghetti sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pound out chicken breast to flatten.  flatten as thin as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stir ricotta, egg yolk, oregano, minced garlic and salt and peper together to a smooth well mixed consistancy.  Spray pan with cooking spray, lay chicken breaste on pan, pile ricotta mixture into the middle of the breast.  pull two sides of chicken breast together and secure with a toothpick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;season the top of the breast with salt and pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bake for 1 hour at 400 degrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cover with spaghetti sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;variations: i would love to make this with spinach, and or add parmesean to the ricotta mixture. i jsut didn't have any of that on hand. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-4846124089358349277?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4846124089358349277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=4846124089358349277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4846124089358349277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4846124089358349277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/03/yummy-recipe.html' title='Yummy Recipe'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-9038872731928092408</id><published>2007-03-21T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:09:35.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;It was my birthday on the 5th. It was pretty un-eventful, and it was exactly what i wanted. Boyfriend gave me the first jewelry, diamonds even, of our relationship. He gave me a journey diamond penant. it is beautiful. other than a crappy ring from a former boyfriend, i have never gotten "real" jewelry from anyone, at least nothing of significance. :) Here is what it looks like!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044381702316369954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RgE-bpYMKCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tAL26dQlE1c/s320/journey.jpg" border="0" /&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/35012528-9038872731928092408?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/9038872731928092408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=9038872731928092408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/9038872731928092408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/9038872731928092408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-blog.html' title='Birthday Blog'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/RgE-bpYMKCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tAL26dQlE1c/s72-c/journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-6411869567843415269</id><published>2007-02-26T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:56:18.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizes'/><title type='text'>Here Fishy Fishy Fishy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-6411869567843415269?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6411869567843415269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=6411869567843415269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6411869567843415269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/6411869567843415269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-fishy-fishy-fishy.html' title='Here Fishy Fishy Fishy!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-4993840508348778691</id><published>2007-02-26T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:47:27.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr arg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster13.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic Dictator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Sewers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Hairdressers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-4993840508348778691?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4993840508348778691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=4993840508348778691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4993840508348778691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/4993840508348778691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/02/grrr-arg.html' title='grrr arg.'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-117201724144427225</id><published>2007-02-20T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:20:41.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/1600/791605/hat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/320/411343/hat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i am at it, i might as well upload my knitting so Laura will be proud of me. I made this hat for Boyfriend. he has wanted a white hat for a million years. so i made it. it kind of sucks. i had problems with the double pointed needles, so i have plans and enough yarn to make him another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently working on a new scarf, which i haven't named. but it has furballs on it. rabbit fur to be exact, but i am pretending that it is not made out of rabbits, rather some fake fur substance. it makes me feel better. I will post pictures when i am done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, i be-grudginly have a stash now too:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/320/257992/stash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-117201724144427225?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/117201724144427225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=117201724144427225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/117201724144427225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/117201724144427225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/02/more.html' title='More.'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-117201690369466148</id><published>2007-02-20T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:15:03.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/1600/101961/0215_separated_birth_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/320/22948/0215_separated_birth_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying for MONTHS that they look alike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think? I give you John Mayer-Scissorhands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-117201690369466148?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/117201690369466148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=117201690369466148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/117201690369466148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/117201690369466148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/02/exactly.html' title='Exactly.'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116861685422199904</id><published>2007-01-12T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:57:40.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker Slacker!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikes! It's been a long time since i've posted anything. The holidays are over and I'm relieved. we're still trying to piece back together normal life, eating, finances, and routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have left the mortgage industry indefinately, and i am relieved. it became increasingly difficult working with the Crazy Asian, and she was becoming increasingly un-reliable. so now, i am working with a professional organizer twice a week, and cleaning houses the other days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But today i have nothing scheduled and i am getting a massage. after the massage, i am sure i will straighten up the house. Which used to be my joy, and now because i have been working so many hours, has become as much work as it is for the busy families i clean for. it's ironic. i've heard many times that the fix-it man has the house in the most disrepair, and i can tell you it must be true. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have started knitting though (see Laura's blog to the right). I found that when i get home from a job, i am so wound up and have so much to do at home that i don't sit down, EVER. so after Boyfriend nagging me to sit and watch a movie with him, i finally decided i need a project which will keep my hands busy, but alow me to just sit. knitting it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it really was only a matter of time. Laura has been knitting for probably 6 years now, and i have patiently looked at yarn with her, studdied her projects, and of course been the recipient of many beautiful gifts. now it's my turn to make things. i completed my first project, a scarf for black bastard. i made it with cotton yarn, on size 7 needles. we put the scarf on him at least once a day, and he actually wears it. it tickles me pink when i see him tooling around the house in his scarf. here is a picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/1600/267433/scarf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/320/387334/scarf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-116861685422199904?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116861685422199904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116861685422199904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116861685422199904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116861685422199904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/01/slacker-slacker.html' title='Slacker Slacker!!!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116837928559301925</id><published>2007-01-09T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:48:05.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: March 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many talents, and you are great at sharing those talents with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people would be jealous of your clever intellect, but you're just too likeable to elicit jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressive and original, you're usually thinking up cutting edge ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick witted and fast thinking, you have difficulty finding new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your superhuman brainpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your susceptibility to boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-116837928559301925?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116837928559301925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116837928559301925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116837928559301925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116837928559301925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116438935424904746</id><published>2006-11-24T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:29:14.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously. How does time pass so quickly. i was just blogging about Halloween, and now i just finished a plate of Thanksgiving leftovers. yikes. we had thanksgiving here this year, here is a picture of our table setting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/1600/577196/table.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/1600/577196/table.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/3887/320/870381/table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We had 10 people over. No one fought, everyone ate, and it was delicious. The menu consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers: Shrimp Cocktail, Hawiian sweet bread &amp; spinach dip, Veggie tray.&lt;br /&gt;Main Course: Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatos, butter steamed carrots, peas, corn, gravy, baked corn, rolls and even butter shaped like a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: Apple pie, apple crisp, pumpkin pie, pumpkin roll and home made whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was made from scratch- no stovetop stuffing here!! as i've been saying for the past 3 days- Matha Stewart can kiss my ass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two days of cleaning, baking, cooking and entertaining, once everyone left last night, and i had eaten a turkey sandwhich, i fell asleep on the couch at 8 o'clock. good times. food coma complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYKMUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Turkey Wave" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_5_20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb114_ZSYYYYYYKMUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7922" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb114&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYKMUS" 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/35012528-116438935424904746?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116438935424904746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116438935424904746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116438935424904746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116438935424904746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116233623623311988</id><published>2006-10-31T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:10:36.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah, time it is a flying. i can't believe today is already Halloween. Tomorrow the withdrawl will begin.   The patio is decorated with the tombstones and fog machine is ready. There is a giant spider climbing my house, and tonight, we will be dining on takeout pizza from the Haunted Pizza Hut in Columbia Heights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With the kids trick-or-treating,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and everyone screaming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BRING MORE CANDY HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Haunting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYKMUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Trick O' Treater" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_1_225.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb098_ZSYYYYYYKMUS&amp;utm_id=7926" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb098&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYKMUS" 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/35012528-116233623623311988?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116233623623311988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116233623623311988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116233623623311988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116233623623311988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!!'/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116060160276780184</id><published>2006-10-11T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:20:02.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Beer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/beer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to get totally wasted when you hit the bars.&lt;br /&gt;More of a social drinker, you just like to have fun with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;And as long as the beer keeps flowing, you're a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;But don't mix things up: "Beer Before Liquor, Never Been Sicker!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Alcoholic Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-116060160276780184?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116060160276780184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116060160276780184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116060160276780184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116060160276780184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-beer-you-dont-need-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116059666006788779</id><published>2006-10-11T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:57:41.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sex Candle&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This candle was a gift from Boyfriend's Father. He was given it as a gag gift, and apparently thought that we needed it. As he gave it to Boyfriend, he explained that it was a candle showing all of the different positions to "Make Love." It is something straight out of the karma sutra. We have dubbed it, "The Sex Candle" we figured we might as well burn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an AVID partylite consumer(bordering on obsession), I know the correct way and incorrect way to burn candles. When we started burning the sex candle, we only let it burn for an hour this is the incorrect way.... It should have burned for three, and it is burning straight down the middle. Determined to repair the sex candle, we left it burning for upwards of 19 hours this past Sunday. This is the sex candle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/1600/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the candle burning for 19 hours, I blew out the candle as we went to bed. Last night, Boyfriend went to the mini fridge to grab us each a beer, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sex candle melted everywhere, didn't you notice??"&lt;br /&gt;"No." as I was turning on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;"Smarties, look!!!!!" he was holding up the piece of wax which had melted from the sex candle. This is how they melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/1600/wax.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/320/wax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-116059666006788779?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116059666006788779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116059666006788779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116059666006788779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116059666006788779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/10/sex-candle-this-candle-was-gift-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116044668777361824</id><published>2006-10-09T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:18:07.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/1600/graveyard%20cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/320/graveyard%20cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to cleaning out the garage this weekend, this was my project. eat your heart out Martha!!! I took the pots which originally had tomato plants, herbs and green beans, and added my own spooky touch. It works out perfectly that we have a black cat too. i freaking love halloween!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-116044668777361824?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116044668777361824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116044668777361824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116044668777361824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116044668777361824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-addition-to-cleaning-out-garage.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116034727448717576</id><published>2006-10-08T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:41:59.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059384212_pFightclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fight Club!&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What+movie+Do+you+Belong+in%3F%28many+different+outcomes%21%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=190029"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/35012528-116034727448717576?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116034727448717576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116034727448717576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116034727448717576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116034727448717576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-movie-do-you-belong-inmany_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-116010320753133966</id><published>2006-10-05T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:53:27.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/1600/bradtwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/320/bradtwins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats, Baseball &amp;amp; Quitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, yesterday, the Boyfriend and I went to the Twins playoff game. Boyfriend is a big Twins fan, and it was nice to go to something as exciting as the playoffs. In Minnesota, we are used to disappointment. Everyone loves the Vikings, even though they hate them- we watch them week after week. So yes, the Twins lost, and even though we literally parked 30 blocks from the Metrodome- we both had a really good time. the thing i was bummed about is that Boyfriend was SO excited to go. We ordered tickets on e-bay. They arrived via Fedex a mear 3 hours before the game. other than the parking debacle, we had a wonderful time. There is so much energy in a place like that. So many people, so excited to cheer on their team. There is nothing else like it. So we'll wait til friday to see if the Twins Dreams of advancing the playoffs are squashed or if they make it another round, but then they'll have to win three in a row. GO TWINS! Actually the thing that i like best about the Twins and A's playing in the playoff's is that once upon a while ago- when i was a kid i loved the Oakland Athletics. My father bought my brother baseball cards, and he wasn't interested in them at all- but i was. from that point on, my father was diligent at taking me to games and playing a dice game about baseball. He took me to many oakland A's games to see Mark McGuire(pre-steriods) and would always try to get us seats along the first base line. out of 4 kids, i was the only one he ever brought. those are good memories. so in addition to the excitement of the playoff game, i got to see my old favorite team, and it made me feel good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cats, oh the cats. The Boyfriend and I don't have children. The debate as to whether we will or NOT is on going. i'm leaning toward no, he's leaning toward yes- in a few years. The miracle of birth control is keeping us child free for now, and we spoil our kitties rotten. we just bought black kitties a leash so we can bring him outside, and eventually i may bring him on walks. anyhow, today, my friend, TruckerChick brough over Nanner's her tiny adorable chiuahua over to my house to steal my WiFi, and hang out for the day. Needless to say the little rotten piglets did not like that. Poncho, aka Nanners, aka Nannies, aka Nanners Bannaners trotted into the house and encountered the kitties. Sebastian IMMEDIATELY ran upstairs and hid under the bed- where he frequently hides when he doesn't like what is going on- Black Kitties on the other hand stood his ground, hair raised, tail poofed, trying to be big and tough- not realizing he is three times nanner's size. eventually ran upstairs as well. when we left for lunch (McDonalds Asian Chicken Salad- AWESOME) the cats slowly made their way down stairs and i'm sure explored the damage. We sat and worked for a while longer and eventually black kitties made it back downstairs only to be chased by nanners into the basement. i locked nanners out of the basement to comfort black kitties when i realized sebastian was already down there. Black Kitties just wanted to be with his buddy to hide out in the basement. after Nanners left, they eventually came out of hiding and now they are comfortably sleeping on their respective blankets, by their respective owners, on our respective couches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND FINALLY. Quitting. I basically quit my job today. as i mentioned before, i have the luxury of working from home. i have a scatterbrained boss, who basically pays me to keep her thoughts intact from day to day. and i am actually a damn good loan processor. today the shit went down. i don't want to go into boring details, but basically the owner of the company who has been an ass the entire time she's worked with him, and with held my pay for multiple un grounded reasons (including a check i should have recieve 3 weeks ago) was an ass today. i am no longer working with that company. i will still work for the CrazyAsianBoss, and we have a good gig lined up, but i was on the phone for over 4 hours today making plans and changes and talking about the shit going down, and basically i'm done with the whole thing. the new gig will be basically the same, but just a different company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;that is all- here is a picture of Boyfriend at the twins game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-116010320753133966?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/116010320753133966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=116010320753133966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116010320753133966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/116010320753133966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/10/cats-baseball-quitting-well-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-115923120539304782</id><published>2006-09-25T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:43:15.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/1600/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/3887/320/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Wylie. We don't call him Wylie. He has a wide array of affectionate names, including: Shitty Kitty, the Black Bastard., Most frequently we refer to him as Black Kitties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is a very sweet cat, but he is very strange. Abandoned on the side of the road when he was a tiny kitten, Boyfriend's sister the cop found him and Boyfriend took him home. He might sleep on your face, but he is very conversational, and actually gives you hugs when you pick him up. He and my cat Sebastian, are the best of buddies, and are frequently racing around the house wrestling and playing with each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love black kitties, I really do. However, this morning, his strangeness crossed a new line. Boyfriend does not want me to feed our cats people food. Which I understand; we don't want cats jumping on the table while people are enjoying their meals, and we want to raise healthy cats. On rare occasion, I have given the kitties small pieces of chicken I have cooked, or in the past, Black Kitties has eaten something I have dropped on the floor, like raw potatoes. Black kitties doesn't really know what to do with the goodies I have given him. He'll bat the piece of chicken and walk away uninterested. The raw potato on the other hand- he gobbled that up and came looking for more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning as I was preparing my morning coffee, I had left the coffee can on the counter with the lid off. Waiting for the coffee to brew, I called my mother. About 10 minutes into the conversation, I looked over to the counter and saw Black Kitties licking up tongueful after tongueful of Hazelnut coffee grounds. Despite my yelling, he didn't jump down off the counter, instead he kept licking. I had to walk to the counter and physically remove him. The kitties usually run around like crazy people from 9:30-11:30 AM. Then they nap on the couch until well into the afternoon. Black kitties has still not taken his nap yet, and it is after 7:30 PM. Sebastian hid somewhere in the house until well after 2:30, because black kitties had terrorized him so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black Kitties, the java fiend. The funniest part is that this the picture i have posted with this blog- he is freaking exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-115923120539304782?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/115923120539304782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=115923120539304782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/115923120539304782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/115923120539304782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-wylie.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-115922425911473127</id><published>2006-09-25T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:44:19.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I am Smarties. I work in the Mortgage Industry out of my home.  Which means that I am 60% house wife. At 27, I am too old for myspace, so I've made my home here.  I love my boyfriend, our cats, and cooking. I don't mind being a 1950's housewife. And yes, i am a freak.  Bear with me as i figure this thing out.  but i'm pretty sure i am the only one reading it, so i will be patient. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-115922425911473127?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/115922425911473127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=115922425911473127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/115922425911473127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/115922425911473127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012528.post-115921871930448737</id><published>2006-09-25T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:11:59.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35012528-115921871930448737?l=smartiesathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/feeds/115921871930448737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35012528&amp;postID=115921871930448737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/115921871930448737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35012528/posts/default/115921871930448737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartiesathome.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-more-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Smarties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15004873990321892415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eY9XKC_IkIs/R3--rzxZRpI/AAAAAAAAABo/HnIZf55cQFk/S220/DSC00193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
