<?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-165963351257536418</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:45:17.724-07:00</updated><category term='his projects'/><category term='Cuisine'/><category term='old stuff jason hates'/><category term='No really look at my kids'/><category term='krylon and all it&apos;s wonders'/><category term='holiday um cheer'/><category term='family outtings gone pretty much the way we expect'/><category term='redo'/><category term='Mac Attack'/><category term='Spaz attacks'/><category term='mega knitter'/><category term='grandma&apos;s house'/><category term='living room'/><category term='good things'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='her'/><category term='treasures'/><title type='text'>The House That Booms Built</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-477236949198131293</id><published>2010-03-25T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:26:18.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redo'/><title type='text'>I think it's time to face the facts...</title><content type='html'>The last few months have turned into officially the longest funk I've had in over a decade. It's not been awesome and I'm a giant pansy. I realize this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is just not happening for me.  Maybe it's because I'm lazy, mostly I think it's just because I don't have anything to say that can't be said in 10 lines or less.  As a matter of fact, this is a cut and paste from my other blog, because saying this stuff twice is just not happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you feel the need to keep up with what I'm doing (or not doing), what I'm saying (or not saying) I do have a Twitter account @sharibooms. And I finally caved and started a tumblr.  You can find me &lt;a href="http://houseofbooms.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  There you can hang out with my current Joy Division obsession, the voyage to my next tattoo, pictures of me and mine and other assorted hooey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll come back to traditional blogging anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, go cry yourselves to sleep.  Soak your pillows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end has come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-477236949198131293?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/477236949198131293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=477236949198131293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/477236949198131293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/477236949198131293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-its-time-to-face-facts.html' title='I think it&apos;s time to face the facts...'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-1710591924549325044</id><published>2010-02-04T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:39:40.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><title type='text'>My Promise To You...</title><content type='html'>Is that I'm going to be back here very soon.  With delicious pictures of the screen printed posters I recently acquired when my company merged with another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-1710591924549325044?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1710591924549325044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=1710591924549325044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/1710591924549325044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/1710591924549325044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-promise-to-you.html' title='My Promise To You...'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-7653991052947350216</id><published>2009-11-24T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:50:54.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega knitter'/><title type='text'>And the delayed winnah is!</title><content type='html'>I know,I know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting to the giveaway.  Trust me, I've been crazy busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason picked a random number between 1 and 28 and then since I deleted a random jack ass comment - This person ended up being number 23 and she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo Baggins said... &lt;br /&gt;Wait, can we only enter twice, or as many times as we want? Cause if it's the latter, then this is entry number 3. I really want the friggen bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 18, 2009 10:24 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which this makes me happy because nobody commented as many times as she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me the address you want your bow sent to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betseybooms@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats BimboBaggins.  That's a catchy name, where ever did you get it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had some requests for the bow pattern. There was no pattern, I made it up on the fly.  So look for a tutorial soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-7653991052947350216?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7653991052947350216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=7653991052947350216' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7653991052947350216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7653991052947350216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-delayed-winnah-is.html' title='And the delayed winnah is!'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-328547820337196232</id><published>2009-11-13T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:04:47.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega knitter'/><title type='text'>Crazy busy is good news for you...</title><content type='html'>I have been so insanely busy that I have entirely neglected anything referred to as "blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of knitting projects that I have finished and need to share with you.  Seeing as how I don't have any of the pictures downloaded, I'm going to do this instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made several of these super fun bows that I absolutely love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/Sv3XJBXc42I/AAAAAAAACTI/tUDwJ45Bd2o/s1600-h/hairbow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/Sv3XJBXc42I/AAAAAAAACTI/tUDwJ45Bd2o/s400/hairbow1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403711677900055394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to have one?  Leave a comment on this post and a winner will be chosen at random.  The winner will get to choose one of the colors that I have in my yarn collection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can comment as many times as you like and the winner will be chosen next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck! If enough people are interested I'll give two away and each winner will also get another "surprise"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-328547820337196232?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/328547820337196232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=328547820337196232' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/328547820337196232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/328547820337196232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-busy-is-good-news-for-you.html' title='Crazy busy is good news for you...'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/Sv3XJBXc42I/AAAAAAAACTI/tUDwJ45Bd2o/s72-c/hairbow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-4870810172035932189</id><published>2009-11-05T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:27:06.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega knitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spaz attacks'/><title type='text'>A whole heap of good came my way. Can I please put some good back out there for someone else?</title><content type='html'>You know how the other day I was all whine, whine whine, my job doesn't want to hang with me, new bosses, sob, boohoo, why does everyone hate me so much? And in my mind I threw in a side of, "You don't even know me! Or understand me! I'm complex and maybe you're all a-holes".  It wasn't directed at you (I would never, ever call you that), it was probably directed at my parents when I was 16 and my peers from the same period, but it is still hanging around inside of me, dressed in black and rolling it's eyes... a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I did that, I whined, I felt better.  I put my angst out there for the Universe to have its way with it, and it did and then something weird happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I was promoted. Like that.  Like my boss went to lunch and came back and was all, "Can I see you in my office for a minute?" and then I was all, "Whut? Huh, so soon?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insanely, and I do mean INSANELY, busy in this transition stage of my working life that is going to be performed in steps until I return from a long holiday break and start a whole new era on January 4th.  In the meantime, it's really comforting and reassuring to know that there are people out there, people who have worked with  me for three and a half years and have this sense that I can be successful in more than I am now.  And that I can be more than I have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is where I want to give those good vibes back if anyone at all is interested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a giveaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giveaway of something I've made with my own two hands, because right now, I actually feel like someone might actually appreciate something that I am able to create.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, rarely feel like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me?  Would you be interested in one of my knitted goods?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-4870810172035932189?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4870810172035932189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=4870810172035932189' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/4870810172035932189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/4870810172035932189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-heap-of-good-came-my-way-can-i.html' title='A whole heap of good came my way. Can I please put some good back out there for someone else?'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-7881158920297280641</id><published>2009-11-03T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:33:38.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday um cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spaz attacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No really look at my kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outtings gone pretty much the way we expect'/><title type='text'>Halloween is over and now I have to ask myself, do I feel lucky? Well, do I, punk?</title><content type='html'>I have had pictures and things sitting here ready to post for almost a week and I've just been so insane with work and the oh my gah, will I have a job in a monthness of it all.  Because I don't know if you are aware, but having a job is pretty darn important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it says anything at all about  my state of mind, I just downed two of the small  funsize KitKat's while writing that run on sentence and I don't even remember the taste of them or how I broke off all four pieces and didn't even notice myself cramming and chewing them.  Evidently, I shoved them in my mouth and performed acts of poor grammar with nary a wink of my eye.  Which actually twitches more than winks these days, because did you hear? I've been wondering if I have a job!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I probably have a job, I mean, that's what I was told and the probablyness of that is what is killing me.  So please excuse my tardiness around here, my twitching, the swollen lower lip I have which is an evident allergic reaction to life, and all of my "AH, JOB! NOW!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  make it up to you, I thought I might share my favorite shots from this Halloween weekend.  The weekend that found me Christmas shopping at the end of it because, again, Christmas is coming up and I've been unsure if I HAVE A JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  my insanely beautiful family that I can just go ahead and brag about because, look at them, they really are pretty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJczje2QI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MIKrkASQcBA/s1600-h/PA310205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJczje2QI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MIKrkASQcBA/s400/PA310205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896712441420034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJciAzgYI/AAAAAAAACSI/9EscjoNN7eE/s1600-h/PA310208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJciAzgYI/AAAAAAAACSI/9EscjoNN7eE/s400/PA310208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896707732570498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly positive that all of you have things to be proud of, and I hope you know what those are and wave your pride around like a flag.  Because this me, waving my pride around and it's because I made these!  I made them, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJyu0Uh7I/AAAAAAAACSg/3YXrOMNHH6k/s1600-h/I%27mbatman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJyu0Uh7I/AAAAAAAACSg/3YXrOMNHH6k/s400/I%27mbatman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399897089126991794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJyTniDhI/AAAAAAAACSY/wAZrbnxw54c/s1600-h/Angelbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJyTniDhI/AAAAAAAACSY/wAZrbnxw54c/s400/Angelbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399897081825594898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he wore that suit the entire day, every where we went.  Even to Wal-mart, which made us the coolest people in Wal-mart (please, just marvel with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of his day as Batman, Ian owned trick or treating.  He's pretty much a professional now and the best trick or treater you could ever meet.  Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBKmX0PcyI/AAAAAAAACSw/fQDScJal4cc/s1600-h/Trick+Or+Treating+Bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBKmX0PcyI/AAAAAAAACSw/fQDScJal4cc/s400/Trick+Or+Treating+Bat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399897976305840930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBKmGrTwGI/AAAAAAAACSo/uo8Av95IG9k/s1600-h/CuteBatman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBKmGrTwGI/AAAAAAAACSo/uo8Av95IG9k/s400/CuteBatman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399897971704971362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He learned it all from another who actually has a PhD in trick or treating.  She's very accomplished in this area, complete with a "team trick or treating" on her resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBLCIIzxaI/AAAAAAAACS4/hSyiapvyak8/s1600-h/Angelanddevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBLCIIzxaI/AAAAAAAACS4/hSyiapvyak8/s400/Angelanddevil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399898453133477282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally?  When we were at Wal-mart, they  had a huge bag of candy corn and pumpkins by the register and I eyed it until Jason threw it in the cart.  And I said, "No, really, I don't need all of that." but I kept looking at it like I really, really wanted it. Mostly because I did and he saw that and ignored me, even though he despises those little kernels of sweet goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I realized I didn't have a candy dish big enough for all of it, because, seriously, no one needs a candy dish THAT big. Pretty much, just me. So I improvised and it turned out awesome. And delicious.  It turned out delicious and awesome, even with Jason singing "I don't like Candy Corn" at me all weekend long.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBLCZKoKmI/AAAAAAAACTA/Nty62BBExUA/s1600-h/Halloween+Candy+Pyrex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBLCZKoKmI/AAAAAAAACTA/Nty62BBExUA/s400/Halloween+Candy+Pyrex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399898457704508002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-7881158920297280641?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7881158920297280641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=7881158920297280641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7881158920297280641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7881158920297280641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-is-over-and-now-i-have-to-ask.html' title='Halloween is over and now I have to ask myself, do I feel lucky? Well, do I, punk?'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SvBJczje2QI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MIKrkASQcBA/s72-c/PA310205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-7515255422460749158</id><published>2009-10-30T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:15:31.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>New and Dark Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>Sneak Peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SutXVYGMmnI/AAAAAAAACSA/msY46cHh-30/s1600-h/PA300191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SutXVYGMmnI/AAAAAAAACSA/msY46cHh-30/s400/PA300191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398504603090983538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-7515255422460749158?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7515255422460749158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=7515255422460749158' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7515255422460749158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7515255422460749158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-and-dark-beginnings.html' title='New and Dark Beginnings...'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SutXVYGMmnI/AAAAAAAACSA/msY46cHh-30/s72-c/PA300191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-2948008001267050250</id><published>2009-10-27T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:04:45.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday um cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No really look at my kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outtings gone pretty much the way we expect'/><title type='text'>The Ghosts of Christmas Past</title><content type='html'>Today I am stuffed full of Kansas City barbecue goodness and it feels like the kick off to the holiday season for me, because I'm THAT full.  In arranging to feed my office, I may have also picked up a huge pumpkin pie and chocolate cake to get a jump start on the over-eating that is up ahead us.  Combine that with the pumpkin bread I made last night and I'm almost ready to jump into the spirit of the season head first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this leads me to our annual holiday card.  I started thinking of ideas for our card this year and realized we didn't do a picture card last year.  In looking through the pictures I took for the card last year I see why.  I really had little to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First?  Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfWVtdvNI/AAAAAAAACRw/en3IqwWHRQI/s1600-h/Christmas+Pola1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfWVtdvNI/AAAAAAAACRw/en3IqwWHRQI/s400/Christmas+Pola1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397387515816426706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then?  Double fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfWNuqVxI/AAAAAAAACRo/AQvX4MSZGrA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfWNuqVxI/AAAAAAAACRo/AQvX4MSZGrA/s400/Christmas+Pola2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397387513673963282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, look.  Half-way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfV0myWCI/AAAAAAAACRg/6i7-aO4M-K8/s1600-h/Christmas+Pola3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfV0myWCI/AAAAAAAACRg/6i7-aO4M-K8/s400/Christmas+Pola3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397387506930047010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, um, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfVSU0l5I/AAAAAAAACRY/fyLm6HYYnwM/s1600-h/Christmas+Pola4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfVSU0l5I/AAAAAAAACRY/fyLm6HYYnwM/s400/Christmas+Pola4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397387497727891346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back to the year before that, I did pictures of the kids as gifts and it took about 50 shots to get one workable shot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is going to dig out the Christmas stuff this weekend so we can have our photo shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.  Because, as you can see, I need it.  Bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm in love with this video.  Researching hair colors brought me to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.  Just enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAOcRFSiP2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAOcRFSiP2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-2948008001267050250?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2948008001267050250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=2948008001267050250' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/2948008001267050250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/2948008001267050250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghosts-of-christmas-past.html' title='The Ghosts of Christmas Past'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SudfWVtdvNI/AAAAAAAACRw/en3IqwWHRQI/s72-c/Christmas+Pola1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-4018679983839778248</id><published>2009-10-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:39:08.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuisine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No really look at my kids'/><title type='text'>I'm Pretty Sure We Do Something Besides Eat, I Promise</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's because I'm absolutely starving this morning or perhaps it's because Jason made an awesome meal that included his own homemade barbecue sauce, whichever it is, I've got a ton of delicious pictures from this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our friends Eric and Tiffany and their beautiful girls over for a little UFC action this Saturday.  Figuring they weren't down with a spread of Big Macs, Jason got busy in the kitchen.(I did help with the Garlic Thyme Green Beans and my go to starter, Bacon Crisps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxtHZGgMI/AAAAAAAACQ4/RxSt-vE1Vco/s1600-h/Bread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxtHZGgMI/AAAAAAAACQ4/RxSt-vE1Vco/s400/Bread.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396915117109969090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxs9Xgk4I/AAAAAAAACQw/oMYTHnxWPAE/s1600-h/Bacon+Crisps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxs9Xgk4I/AAAAAAAACQw/oMYTHnxWPAE/s400/Bacon+Crisps.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396915114418934658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxYPa4IHI/AAAAAAAACQg/JcSwI_ePE-w/s1600-h/Green+Bean+Pan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxYPa4IHI/AAAAAAAACQg/JcSwI_ePE-w/s400/Green+Bean+Pan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396914758487646322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxYfGKUVI/AAAAAAAACQo/wV2lXmr1QVo/s1600-h/Green+Beans.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxYfGKUVI/AAAAAAAACQo/wV2lXmr1QVo/s400/Green+Beans.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396914762695725394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWzqEPukfI/AAAAAAAACRQ/RM-MMBupj-c/s1600-h/Chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWzqEPukfI/AAAAAAAACRQ/RM-MMBupj-c/s400/Chicken.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917263748993522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWzp2yBEGI/AAAAAAAACRI/Jn_DAfjucUM/s1600-h/Potatoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWzp2yBEGI/AAAAAAAACRI/Jn_DAfjucUM/s400/Potatoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917260134715490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason can totally put out a fantastic homemade barbecue sauce, which was enjoyed by everyone including this cuteness that will eventually lead to the arranged marriage that Tiffany and I are planning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWycbOWZgI/AAAAAAAACRA/5IGWg65YhIA/s1600-h/Maddie+and+Ian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWycbOWZgI/AAAAAAAACRA/5IGWg65YhIA/s400/Maddie+and+Ian.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396915929887434242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much going to have the cutest grandkids ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an unrelated turn of events Jason and I, in an unprecedented fashion, had another Big Mac attack last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considering making big changes to my head this coming weekend, making my hair a dark chestnut brown.  What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this was totally a filler post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-4018679983839778248?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4018679983839778248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=4018679983839778248' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/4018679983839778248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/4018679983839778248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-pretty-sure-we-do-something-besides.html' title='I&apos;m Pretty Sure We Do Something Besides Eat, I Promise'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuWxtHZGgMI/AAAAAAAACQ4/RxSt-vE1Vco/s72-c/Bread.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-4250454755977828386</id><published>2009-10-23T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:03:17.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krylon and all it&apos;s wonders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma&apos;s house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old stuff jason hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><title type='text'>Fall, Big Macs and Birdcages</title><content type='html'>Jason and I had our usual Friday Big Mac attack.  Like clockwork, Friday hits and we are ready to shove the greasy goodness that is McDonalds into our faces like 16 year olds without morals or conscience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIGB3pichI/AAAAAAAACPg/Sb1t1IeZEu8/s1600-h/Mac+Gorge-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIGB3pichI/AAAAAAAACPg/Sb1t1IeZEu8/s400/Mac+Gorge-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395881932731085330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was not really amused when I made him pause so I'd have photographic evidence of our grossness. He said "I just want to eat already":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIGV3oX-1I/AAAAAAAACPo/ENfgkTG573Y/s1600-h/Mac+Attack-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIGV3oX-1I/AAAAAAAACPo/ENfgkTG573Y/s400/Mac+Attack-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395882276323588946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a cold, gray and spitty Fall day.  I'm down in the basement rushing through this because this is waiting for me upstairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIGt5aORjI/AAAAAAAACPw/7myJWCXAV_U/s1600-h/Fall+Fireplace-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIGt5aORjI/AAAAAAAACPw/7myJWCXAV_U/s400/Fall+Fireplace-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395882689117963826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an idiot, my bare toes are freezing, I was just out in the garage spraying a second coat on my birdcage (more in a minute) with no shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might share a couple of my recent Pyrex finds.  Every time my grandma hands me a new (old) piece or I stumble across one at Goodwill, I get a little excited. And I don't think Jason gets as "pee your pants" happy as I do.  Maybe someone out there will.  Our next house project is a wall make-over to display my Pyrex.  This project involves blackboard paint so I'm dorking out on the prospects of that just a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIHWSgmTlI/AAAAAAAACQA/90_nD2LrbYE/s1600-h/citrus+pyrex-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIHWSgmTlI/AAAAAAAACQA/90_nD2LrbYE/s400/citrus+pyrex-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395883383050358354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIHV5_ga_I/AAAAAAAACP4/MwVIs-7vLZg/s1600-h/Pink+pyrex-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIHV5_ga_I/AAAAAAAACP4/MwVIs-7vLZg/s400/Pink+pyrex-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395883376469109746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had mentioned to my grandma a few weeks ago that I really wanted a decorative birdcage for my living room and was going to start hunting for one.  And that is when the treasure trove that is grandma's house started to shine and glisten with pixie dust and she announced, I have at least two that you can have, just come over and get them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out she had three just stashed in various places, including the place she calls the "Fairy House" in her back yard.  I'll share that with you soon enough.  Jason and I were married next to that fairy house. So she's not crazy, there is a house.  Although, I'm not sure about the fairies.  Grandma does get a little wonky from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went over and picked up my newly beloved birdcage.  It was bare wood when I got it and not an attractive color of wood at that, "forcing" me to whip out my can of Krylon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIIT4KBy9I/AAAAAAAACQI/W8ov8F_bDOs/s1600-h/birdcage-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIIT4KBy9I/AAAAAAAACQI/W8ov8F_bDOs/s400/birdcage-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395884441128258514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I said before, grandma's house always prices things perfectly, free.  Which made this score all the better since just days later I saw one very similar at Urban Outfitters (urbanoutfitters.com) for nearly $100.  Also?  I saw one in the window of a shop that had been converted into a lamp that looked exactly like this one only it had a price tag of over $250.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can get Jason to hang it in the corner I have all picked out for it.  A corner that has been looking lonely and desolate since we moved into this house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post pictures when we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-4250454755977828386?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4250454755977828386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=4250454755977828386' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/4250454755977828386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/4250454755977828386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-big-macs-and-birdcages.html' title='Fall, Big Macs and Birdcages'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuIGB3pichI/AAAAAAAACPg/Sb1t1IeZEu8/s72-c/Mac+Gorge-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-8018977726752144578</id><published>2009-10-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:40:24.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outtings gone pretty much the way we expect'/><title type='text'>We kind of felt like we should have left them with their own kind</title><content type='html'>Last month, Jason and I took the kids to the zoo where first thing in the morning we got to see the cheetah's run.  While it was a very cool experience it lead to us being regaled with tale's of "cheetah poop" from Ian.  Many, many cheetah poop tales.  We even had a baby cheetah named Cheetah Poop.  Sorry, I haven't gotten the birth announcements in the mail yet.  Cheetah Poop is just so hard to draw. It looks very close to tiger poop.  Which is a totally different subject.  Trust me.  Also?  Ian will tell you what a horse's butt says, which let me help you out here, it says "poop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're very poop oriented in our house.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are forced to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the zoo, which smelled a lot like,  you guessed it, poop.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd share a couple of pictures from our day with you.  Like this gorilla that was also very tired of hearing the baby gorilla say the word "poop":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCXS9pWXaI/AAAAAAAACOw/i56DkhUR7tA/s1600-h/sleepy+gorilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCXS9pWXaI/AAAAAAAACOw/i56DkhUR7tA/s400/sleepy+gorilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395478705631288738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and the kids.  Looking at some sort of "poop".  Well they just got done looking at poop.  In this shot they are looking at me, I'm not poop.  Mostly: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCXjWtqfmI/AAAAAAAACO4/qm429kdhSA8/s1600-h/Jason+and+the+kidszoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCXjWtqfmI/AAAAAAAACO4/qm429kdhSA8/s400/Jason+and+the+kidszoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395478987238178402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a shot of me and the kids with the creepy conductor bear.  He was sans poop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCXu-mZygI/AAAAAAAACPA/TQw0xO40dwA/s1600-h/Creepy+zoo+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCXu-mZygI/AAAAAAAACPA/TQw0xO40dwA/s400/Creepy+zoo+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479186923702786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a shot of Ian being overrun by ravenous sheep.  Also?  There was lots of poop to be stepped on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCYEkap8BI/AAAAAAAACPI/alfc6AvX-tw/s1600-h/Ian+and+the+sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCYEkap8BI/AAAAAAAACPI/alfc6AvX-tw/s400/Ian+and+the+sheep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479557852229650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might also like to know that we were informed by another zoo patron that not only do sheep give us Ian's beloved poop but and I quote "that is a sheep, it gives us cotton."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mostly great day.  However, Jason and I were in bed by 9:00 that night because we were, you guessed it, pooped.  Much to Ian's delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-8018977726752144578?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8018977726752144578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=8018977726752144578' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8018977726752144578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8018977726752144578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-kind-of-felt-like-we-should-have.html' title='We kind of felt like we should have left them with their own kind'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/SuCXS9pWXaI/AAAAAAAACOw/i56DkhUR7tA/s72-c/sleepy+gorilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-8946697344492192761</id><published>2009-10-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:01:09.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma&apos;s house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old stuff jason hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><title type='text'>The Treasure Trove That Is Grandma's House</title><content type='html'>Being a collector of vintage Pyrex, I love treasure hunting.  Usually this means combing thrift stores, which is something I've recently introduced my daughter to and now Jason is mostly wondering what we will ever do with all the "old stuff" we find together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this weekend I scored some fantastic pink Pyrex for $2.50.  That's for two pieces.  It's okay, Jason didn't really understand my reason for the happiness jig either.  But he smiled and said, "Don't you already have that one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I did.  Pictures to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my grandma has been inviting me over to her house to dig through her treasures. Which is  mega because grandma's house is always the right price.  So I thought I'd share some of my thrift and grandma's house finds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last trip to grandma's was fruitful with the aforementioned birdcage (I'll show it soon), a beautiful quilt and this vintage Lusterware bird wall pocket that I love (Jason hates):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St85KMFyWJI/AAAAAAAACOI/j4zEguDBRIU/s1600-h/Bird+polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St85KMFyWJI/AAAAAAAACOI/j4zEguDBRIU/s400/Bird+polaroid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395093725820115090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a clearer shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St8-BXACdvI/AAAAAAAACOo/1U5xezmHV38/s1600-h/bird+pola+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St8-BXACdvI/AAAAAAAACOo/1U5xezmHV38/s400/bird+pola+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395099071688111858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I also wanted to answer a question that I was asked by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177727374092514537"&gt;Le Meems&lt;/a&gt;, I never use pre-made stencils or molds in any of  my projects.  All of my designs are done freehand.  If I do use some kind of stencil it is one I created myself by drawing freehand first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to live dangerously, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you found any mega treasure scores lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I totally bragged about being mega knitter way too early.  Last night I had knitter's block and couldn't even manage the most janky of simple cast on's. Knit fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-8946697344492192761?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8946697344492192761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=8946697344492192761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8946697344492192761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8946697344492192761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/treasure-trove-that-is-grandmas-house.html' title='The Treasure Trove That Is Grandma&apos;s House'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St85KMFyWJI/AAAAAAAACOI/j4zEguDBRIU/s72-c/Bird+polaroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-8249777805877859464</id><published>2009-10-20T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:34:55.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega knitter'/><title type='text'>Proving To {him} that "Purl" does not mean something kinky</title><content type='html'>A little over a year ago, I decided to teach myself to sew.  What that meant was I sat down with the instruction manual to my sewing machine and read it cover to cover.  I then went online and found a tutorial and went to work making aprons.  Which I was fairly successful at and actually sold quite a few.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my co-worker asked me if I'd like to learn to knit, given my recent blogging hiatus, I jumped all over the opportunity.  So one day over a half hour lunch she showed me the most basic knit stitch and sent me on my way with my needles and two balls of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next two weeks I knitted mega rectangles of dropped stitch goodness.  I picked around the internet for videos and taught myself to cast-on, bind off, purl and other basic knitting goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found it.  My first &lt;a href="http://redvelvetgirls.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/10/arm-warmer-tutorial.html"&gt;masterpiece&lt;/a&gt;.  I felt comfortable enough in my new found skills to add a little more complicated stitching to this project. I'm an ego-maniac like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has a fascination with fingerless gloves (I blame myself) and was looking a tad hobo in the ratty ones I bought her two years ago.  So this was an instant love connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St4q5j-GdiI/AAAAAAAACNA/vQdrl777fx4/s1600-h/Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St4q5j-GdiI/AAAAAAAACNA/vQdrl777fx4/s400/Hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394796572033054242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I only had to restart them like five times.  That makes me "mega-knitter".  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was practicing knitting until my fingers bled, almost literally, the kid and I spent a night watching the best movies ever.  Juno, Darjeeling Limited and Napoleon Dynamite (I said ever, hmmm).  So keeping in the spirit, I made her do a Napoleon Dynamite glamour shot photo session to show off her new gear.  She eased her fist up under her chin and tilted her chin like a champ.  We were only sad that we didn't have like a vest or some gold bracelets to make her look official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St4rukoKjyI/AAAAAAAACNI/syJMqn3bfHI/s1600-h/Glamourshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St4rukoKjyI/AAAAAAAACNI/syJMqn3bfHI/s400/Glamourshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394797482742550306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next knitting project is a matching neck warmer.  Her arms and neck will never be cold again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also?  I used the word mega twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-8249777805877859464?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8249777805877859464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=8249777805877859464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8249777805877859464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8249777805877859464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/proving-to-him-that-purl-does-not-mean.html' title='Proving To {him} that &quot;Purl&quot; does not mean something kinky'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St4q5j-GdiI/AAAAAAAACNA/vQdrl777fx4/s72-c/Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-7655060121471955566</id><published>2009-10-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:55:59.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krylon and all it&apos;s wonders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redo'/><title type='text'>Living Room Redo - Eight Hours, Bachelor Pad Furniture and Spray Paint</title><content type='html'>Jason and I moved into our house three years ago.  We moved in, we put everything in its place and with the exception of some painting, we haven't changed things around much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wild "everything needs to be new" hair that I recently got meant that I needed to change that and as soon a possible.  So I took the day off work, picked up a couple cans of spray paint, dug out his old bachelor pad furniture and went to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight hours and a shower later, I fell exhausted into my big ol' chair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some before shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3XnWBzH7I/AAAAAAAACLA/GOLX3MGYUCc/s1600-h/Before+Mantel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3XnWBzH7I/AAAAAAAACLA/GOLX3MGYUCc/s400/Before+Mantel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704999587717042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3XmwcNtGI/AAAAAAAACK4/rzkV_PE3Jyo/s1600-h/Before+Entire+Mess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3XmwcNtGI/AAAAAAAACK4/rzkV_PE3Jyo/s400/Before+Entire+Mess.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704989497963618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Xnm63YzI/AAAAAAAACLI/0t9lvkXPUuQ/s1600-h/Before+Toys+Vignette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Xnm63YzI/AAAAAAAACLI/0t9lvkXPUuQ/s400/Before+Toys+Vignette.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394705004122039090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I show the room at its worst for the "before"?  Like the before beauty shots where she never has any make-up on, bed head and the worst break out ever.  I should probably be ashamed of this picture, but you see, this is truly what the room looked like moments before I started the project.  And besides, it just means that I have this cuteness running around my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3YV68JTGI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ZfXAAEEoYXs/s1600-h/The+Mess+Maker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3YV68JTGI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ZfXAAEEoYXs/s400/The+Mess+Maker.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394705799770098786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that very  mess maker and that very  mess that prompted me to make this painting that would set the color palette for the room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3YjMbkjYI/AAAAAAAACLY/lT-ibqxp_pg/s1600-h/Destroy+Painting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3YjMbkjYI/AAAAAAAACLY/lT-ibqxp_pg/s400/Destroy+Painting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394706027803610498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cleaned up the mess and did a little rearranging (the worst part of the whole day):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3bwmpw6OI/AAAAAAAACMg/4Pbx6OEVsLE/s1600-h/Rearranged+(inprocess).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3bwmpw6OI/AAAAAAAACMg/4Pbx6OEVsLE/s400/Rearranged+(inprocess).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394709556715645154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that the entire project cost me less than thirty bucks because I had these bachelor pad beauties hidden away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Y7pmI6eI/AAAAAAAACLw/WNsRTI22StM/s1600-h/Before+Chair:frames.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Y7pmI6eI/AAAAAAAACLw/WNsRTI22StM/s400/Before+Chair:frames.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394706447949425122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Y7Zuwq4I/AAAAAAAACLo/T-pTPOaNOMk/s1600-h/Before+End+table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Y7Zuwq4I/AAAAAAAACLo/T-pTPOaNOMk/s400/Before+End+table.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394706443690617730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Y6yg3dxI/AAAAAAAACLg/oAmNkHOsE1A/s1600-h/Before+Coffee+Table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Y6yg3dxI/AAAAAAAACLg/oAmNkHOsE1A/s400/Before+Coffee+Table.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394706433163360018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like Target's Mission Style cheapness to bring out my creativity.  And my Krylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much Krylon, in fact, that every time I blew my nose it was a rainbow of awesome for days following.  But totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note my little love birds left in wood grain.  I love wood grain:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3ZVy-NgXI/AAAAAAAACL4/AKtiVzYbDbg/s1600-h/After+Coffee+Table+(orig).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3ZVy-NgXI/AAAAAAAACL4/AKtiVzYbDbg/s400/After+Coffee+Table+(orig).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394706897142907250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Z0VbXDlI/AAAAAAAACMI/wzxklEBpIhY/s1600-h/After+Endtable+Vignette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Z0VbXDlI/AAAAAAAACMI/wzxklEBpIhY/s400/After+Endtable+Vignette.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394707421788048978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Z08EyCzI/AAAAAAAACMQ/83z5LqpjTmY/s1600-h/After+Entire+Mess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Z08EyCzI/AAAAAAAACMQ/83z5LqpjTmY/s400/After+Entire+Mess.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394707432162331442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Z1R-1IOI/AAAAAAAACMY/_fxUQr1-O6c/s1600-h/After+Matel+Vign.+Closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Z1R-1IOI/AAAAAAAACMY/_fxUQr1-O6c/s400/After+Matel+Vign.+Closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394707438042947810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my knitting magic happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3cw2ouTHI/AAAAAAAACM4/lCKyX911f08/s1600-h/After+Big+Chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3cw2ouTHI/AAAAAAAACM4/lCKyX911f08/s400/After+Big+Chair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710660517874802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3cwJvrpVI/AAAAAAAACMw/xBZG7bE3aOc/s1600-h/Corner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3cwJvrpVI/AAAAAAAACMw/xBZG7bE3aOc/s400/Corner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710648467465554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3cv4IJguI/AAAAAAAACMo/f7t7BJuPG3A/s1600-h/TV+Vignette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3cv4IJguI/AAAAAAAACMo/f7t7BJuPG3A/s400/TV+Vignette.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710643738247906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might also notice the new TV.  Jason was so wowed he thought the room needed a new TV. Or he needed a new TV, I'm unsure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a few more additions including a great birdcage that is in the process of the Krylon makeover as we speak.  Or maybe the saga of the $4 thrift store dresser turned media cabinet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-7655060121471955566?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7655060121471955566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=7655060121471955566' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7655060121471955566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/7655060121471955566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-room-redo-eight-hours-bachelor.html' title='Living Room Redo - Eight Hours, Bachelor Pad Furniture and Spray Paint'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3XnWBzH7I/AAAAAAAACLA/GOLX3MGYUCc/s72-c/Before+Mantel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165963351257536418.post-8740734613254256486</id><published>2009-10-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:02:15.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his projects'/><title type='text'>In The Begininning There Were Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>The Fall always feels like new beginnings to me.  After a summer that felt like it would never end and was wrought with strangeness, I stepped away from the internet, from my two years of blogging and all that went along with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a fresh start.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to feel the things I was creating in my hands again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pick up needles, thread, fabric and paint brushes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create with more than a mouse and a keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.  And I'm happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put away the daily dish of snark and just focused on creating new things and feeding my soul. So let me greet you the very way you are greeted as you enter my home: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3TRaH8WcI/AAAAAAAACKI/g0ovtfUuOl0/s1600-h/Hello.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3TRaH8WcI/AAAAAAAACKI/g0ovtfUuOl0/s400/Hello.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700224683596226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mister and I are always and I do mean always working on something around the house. Whether it be the actual house or his love of house music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our blog.  This is our front walk-way with Jason's annual pumpkin display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Tyf98WRI/AAAAAAAACKQ/cGLZMiCR6fY/s1600-h/Fall+2009+display.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Tyf98WRI/AAAAAAAACKQ/cGLZMiCR6fY/s400/Fall+2009+display.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700793187948818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these lousy pictures were taken at night with our lousy camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it looks like when you drive the parts of your annual display home in your Honda Pilot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Vtl0OEtI/AAAAAAAACKw/SW1oIBYBvq4/s1600-h/Marley+Corn"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3Vtl0OEtI/AAAAAAAACKw/SW1oIBYBvq4/s400/Marley+Corn" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394702907881689810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3VtCfanSI/AAAAAAAACKo/5W3u9YKzwi8/s1600-h/Jason+Corn"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3VtCfanSI/AAAAAAAACKo/5W3u9YKzwi8/s400/Jason+Corn" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394702898399190306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason won't give into a truck.  He's just not "that" rural.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;{her}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165963351257536418-8740734613254256486?l=houseofbooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8740734613254256486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=165963351257536418&amp;postID=8740734613254256486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8740734613254256486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165963351257536418/posts/default/8740734613254256486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofbooms.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-begininning-there-were-pumpkins.html' title='In The Begininning There Were Pumpkins'/><author><name>Mrs. Booms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327877419678061633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/StzNoUABC3I/AAAAAAAACJU/nZcewN-JcFk/S220/Backstage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIxwHdhHeok/St3TRaH8WcI/AAAAAAAACKI/g0ovtfUuOl0/s72-c/Hello.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
