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/><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">Who knew that there was more to tissue and paper towel rolls? I never knew until I began blogging that instead of trashing the tissue and paper towel rolls, I could have been putting them to good use! Not too long ago I asked my parents to begin saving their rolls for me. They said why? I said I'm not certain, but I think that I may be using them in a project for inexpensive art. Though my mom 
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While purging, I discovered said headless lamp and thought to myself, oh yea I was supposed to buy you a head. So in true Tatum fashion I 
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Well do you remember my wreath that I made with my tissue and paper towel rolls that were slated for another project?


It turned out great...well great enough. It definitely served the purpose of satisfying my diy wreath obsession, and it lasted for a total of 6 days. It would have lasted longer I'm sure but right after I made it there was rain rain rain for days. Never did the wreath 
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When they were practically all burned out they were headed for the garbage can...that is until I stumbled upon one of my blog buddies sites and she just so happened to be re-using 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~4/8hIpkCB5UAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/2011/10/woodwick-reuse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYCR304cSp7ImA9WhdaFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483959787026440714.post-8411097914878899407</id><published>2011-10-23T15:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:02:46.339-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T23:02:46.339-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Crafts" /><title>No Cost Wreath</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8411097914878899407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483959787026440714&amp;postID=8411097914878899407&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/8411097914878899407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/8411097914878899407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~3/wxACM2Cxc08/no-cost-wreath.html" title="No Cost Wreath" /><author><name>Tatum @ Many Moments Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366522928317066718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zxwqw7amdVM/TC1aAFYvdGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BqH5rjJgaTU/S220/IMG_2443-Small-head.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuzL--w9rFY/TqRVwGuBg4I/AAAAAAAABFQ/wjOLwy-9wHk/s72-c/IMG_4272.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">I wanted a fall wreath since fall began but did not want to spend any money for it. I know that wreaths can be rather inexpensive but since I quit my job, we been trying to operate on a smart spending budget therefore I wasn't going to buy one. What I like about the situation is that It makes me think out of the box. I kept telling myself that if I can just create the frame of the wreath I could 
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I'm channeling way back in the day when my mother used to make popcorn on the
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I drink coffee in the morning. I might drink coffee at the end of the evening just to wind down...it soothes me. There are some days however when the idea of drinking coffee just does not appeal to me. I have no idea why that is...and that bothers me. Today was one of 
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 Hope you enjoy it! 

Roll your mouse across the pictures below. Click on the picture to enlarge.



Three more galleries to go! Ahh I 
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And I began to churn up the grass to create a place for flowers:
The next day we went and purchased some black eyed Susan's and 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~4/7OhS4xOV4lk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-porch-part-4-finale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIDSH85fyp7ImA9WhdUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483959787026440714.post-7716158811733061406</id><published>2011-09-26T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:09:39.127-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T20:09:39.127-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>New Ways To Cook Bacon</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7716158811733061406/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483959787026440714&amp;postID=7716158811733061406&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/7716158811733061406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/7716158811733061406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~3/ypOfEHDbNjg/new-ways-to-cook-bacon.html" title="New Ways To Cook Bacon" /><author><name>Tatum @ Many Moments Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366522928317066718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zxwqw7amdVM/TC1aAFYvdGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BqH5rjJgaTU/S220/IMG_2443-Small-head.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">No, for all of you bacon enthusiasts out there like myself I am not about to enlighten you on new ways to cook bacon...even though while having family over the other day for my birthday, my curious husband decided that after grilling hamburgers he wanted to know what it would be like to grill bacon. Then he did it...he actually put bacon strips on the grill! Quite humorous...but apparently tasty!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~4/ypOfEHDbNjg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-ways-to-cook-bacon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEEQn8-eip7ImA9WhdUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483959787026440714.post-3318091380335043906</id><published>2011-09-21T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:10:03.152-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T20:10:03.152-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>I Might Be Dead</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3318091380335043906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483959787026440714&amp;postID=3318091380335043906&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/3318091380335043906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/3318091380335043906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~3/qNOasFrDW2E/i-might-be-dead.html" title="I Might Be Dead" /><author><name>Tatum @ Many Moments Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366522928317066718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zxwqw7amdVM/TC1aAFYvdGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BqH5rjJgaTU/S220/IMG_2443-Small-head.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">That can only be the case since I have no life. What does it really mean to have no life? I don't do anything EVER. I spend most of my time at home with Chris. As long as we have some crab legs and a movie we are good lol. If I go out and do anything it is with Chris and my family, and we do have a blast together. I love to go to the movies and could do that everyday but there is something a 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~4/qNOasFrDW2E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-might-be-dead.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQHo6cCp7ImA9WhRRF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483959787026440714.post-4677480882548189668</id><published>2011-09-13T18:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:06:41.418-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T22:06:41.418-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organization" /><title>Junk Drawer Craziness- Not Anymore!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4677480882548189668/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483959787026440714&amp;postID=4677480882548189668&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/4677480882548189668?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/4677480882548189668?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~3/CIm0sSoI9JE/junk-drawer-craziness-not-anymore.html" title="Junk Drawer Craziness- Not Anymore!" /><author><name>Tatum @ Many Moments Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366522928317066718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zxwqw7amdVM/TC1aAFYvdGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BqH5rjJgaTU/S220/IMG_2443-Small-head.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpHBu5KMCdU/TmpjjciG3wI/AAAAAAAABBE/Y2YytJmprSI/s72-c/Junk-Drawer3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><content type="html">So you read here that I clearly had a plug-in and receipt hoarding obsession. Or more accurately, a junk drawer problem.

Don't judge...we all have our issues. In a fit of rage that resulted from dead batteries hidden under said receipts next to an empty battery charger that ultimately made me have to walk to my television and change the channel because the remote and batteries had a conspiracy 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~4/UNo1IO7Mugw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/2011/09/apparently-i-didnt-invent-mimosa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYCQHY6fip7ImA9WhdXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483959787026440714.post-1420116516591660090</id><published>2011-08-30T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:46:01.816-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T16:46:01.816-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reno-Virgin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Floors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family Room" /><title>We Have Carpet!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1420116516591660090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483959787026440714&amp;postID=1420116516591660090&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/1420116516591660090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/1420116516591660090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~3/8bECBURhV_k/we-have-carpet.html" title="We Have Carpet!!" /><author><name>Tatum @ Many Moments Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366522928317066718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zxwqw7amdVM/TC1aAFYvdGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BqH5rjJgaTU/S220/IMG_2443-Small-head.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRtD1ZzIyZQ/Tl06AIC6ojI/AAAAAAAAA_k/uI5nPCeTLiw/s72-c/Family-room-gross-carpet-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">I know to some, the idea of carpet yields icky thoughts of other peoples sweaty toes squishing around and making the carpet gross. To others carpets yield thoughts of warm and comfort and a better image of cute baby toes squishing around. To me, I don't care what your thoughts are because at least in our family room our carpet no longer looks like what the prior owners left us throughout the 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~4/WJ4V51qP4m4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-day-just-because.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYAQH8yfip7ImA9WhdXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483959787026440714.post-593398594045018865</id><published>2011-08-24T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:45:41.196-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T16:45:41.196-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Crafts" /><title>You Have A Welder Babe</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://manymomentsofme.blogspot.com/feeds/593398594045018865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3483959787026440714&amp;postID=593398594045018865&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/593398594045018865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483959787026440714/posts/default/593398594045018865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ManyMomentsOfMe/~3/OBHVVLlNhh4/you-have-welder-babe.html" title="You Have A Welder Babe" /><author><name>Tatum @ Many Moments Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366522928317066718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zxwqw7amdVM/TC1aAFYvdGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BqH5rjJgaTU/S220/IMG_2443-Small-head.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpspHpKm0go/TlVhIHkTybI/AAAAAAAAA-s/NBfXLN4z1mA/s72-c/Darth-Vador.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">That is a big difference from you are a welder. Either way I guess being married to an amateur welder is much better than being married to Darth Vader.

Even though he isn't far from it. This helmet freaks me out every time I look at it. So, my husband is super technical/financy for five days a week, which means he often needs to take a mental break. What is a bit alarming is that his mental 
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