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/><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheZLife" /><feedburner:info uri="thezlife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCQH05cSp7ImA9WxJbF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-3756765478965232342</id><published>2009-07-27T18:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:16:01.329-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T20:16:01.329-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Next on the tour...</title><content type="html">... my "office."  And I use the term office fairly loosely.  Its actually more of a corner of the living room.  But I actually like that better than being closed off in a room by myself.  Since I do a lot of my "work" here in the evenings, this way I can still watch TV and chat with Mr. Z while I'm working.  And by "working" I mean editing photos, crafting, or now (apparently) working with all the foster dog files for the Humane Society of West Texas.  It would seem that somehow I've managed to get myself appointed as the new "person in charge of knowing where our dogs are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/Sm44kvekbUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EpJ2Ivouui8/s1600-h/office2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/Sm44kvekbUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EpJ2Ivouui8/s400/office2small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363286410115968322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a giant L-shaped desk from IKEA and I LOVE it.  The left hand side is for crafty type things and has my sewing machine and a big basket for works in progress, etc.  The pictures above the sewing machine are actually just two really pretty pieces of scrapbook paper matted in some IKEA frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/Sm44uRNNgPI/AAAAAAAAANE/-oRM9GSJFNc/s1600-h/officesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/Sm44uRNNgPI/AAAAAAAAANE/-oRM9GSJFNc/s400/officesmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363286573788791026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right hand side is for photo stuff.  The big pictures over the computer are two gorgeous canvases from simplycanvas.com.  In the middle is a smaller print from WHCC.  Eventually I will have a desktop computer sitting there and the monitor will fill in the weird space between the two canvases, under the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And behind the couch is a bookcase that doubles as a sofa table.  Its full of craft books and baskets of yarn and other appropriate things to go in the space.  Oh yeah, the bookcase is from... IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this stylish space increases my productivity.  If nothing else, at least it frees up the dining table for actual dining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-3756765478965232342?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/ZVOszMCXzq8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/3756765478965232342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=3756765478965232342" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3756765478965232342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3756765478965232342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/ZVOszMCXzq8/next-on-tour.html" title="Next on the tour..." /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/Sm44kvekbUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EpJ2Ivouui8/s72-c/office2small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-on-tour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FQXY4eCp7ImA9WxJUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-1295046936218448709</id><published>2009-07-14T16:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:21:50.830-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T16:21:50.830-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decorating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home" /><title>Grown up furniture</title><content type="html">Wow, its been a long time since I posted here.  Yikes!  Its been a busy couple months with graduation and work and traveling and dogs and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of the most exciting things (yes, I've turned incredibly lame, I know) is that we finally got some real furniture!  Nice, non-hand me down, living room furniture.  And I LOVE it.  You can also see Ken's paint job, as well as the picture arrangements we finally managed to hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2651/3721686978_13e21ba78b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2651/3721686978_13e21ba78b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the little dog butt belongs to Penny, the springer spaniel we are dog sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Behind the couch is my office/craft space that is still getting organized.  I'll post a picture of that once its all neat and tidy.  After that, we're painting the kitchen.  And I have to say, after getting it all set up the way we like it, I actually quite like this house... except for the stupid laundry room set up.  That, I will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for family and friends, you can see my photos from Adam and Jessica's wedding &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/19294190@N05/sets/72157621332991631/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Don't worry, I'll send an email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-1295046936218448709?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/VpgEQb0luCU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/1295046936218448709/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=1295046936218448709" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/1295046936218448709?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/1295046936218448709?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/VpgEQb0luCU/grown-up-furniture.html" title="Grown up furniture" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/07/grown-up-furniture.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQX8_fyp7ImA9WxJXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-7551560980505425431</id><published>2009-05-21T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:42:00.147-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T10:42:00.147-04:00</app:edited><title>Foster parents</title><content type="html">If you don't read the &lt;a href="http://nizhonipetphotographyblog.com"&gt;Nizhoni blog&lt;/a&gt;, or haven't checked it lately, you may not know that we are foster parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3546979268_92aa304ce9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3546979268_92aa304ce9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she precious?!  There are more pictures on the dog blog.   (Oh, and sister, notice the link to Nizhoni there on the right ---&gt;  That's just for you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-7551560980505425431?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/qK_qzgBwmTU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/7551560980505425431/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=7551560980505425431" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/7551560980505425431?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/7551560980505425431?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/qK_qzgBwmTU/foster-parents.html" title="Foster parents" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/05/foster-parents.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBQno5eip7ImA9WxJREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-6903198433501886510</id><published>2009-05-12T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:22:33.422-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T22:22:33.422-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafting" /><title>in which i reupholster a chair.</title><content type="html">kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few months ago, my mom gave me this super cute little telephone chair that used to belong to my great aunt.  Considering that I haven't had a land line in ages, its unlikely that it will ever function as an actual telephone station.  But I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3627/3521113176_288bb58ab9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3627/3521113176_288bb58ab9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did not love was the nasty seat.  The fabric was dingy and kind of gross looking, and it was practically worn through in places.  So I decided to recover it in my spare time (which I seem to have a lot of suddenly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3520302595_fac89668c1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3520302595_fac89668c1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was not a complicated project.  It consisted of lifting the seat off, pulling off both layers of nasty fabric and worn-out padding, then stapling more over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3520303279_382f622e47_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/3520303279_382f622e47_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used some sample decorator fabric from my grandma that I've had in my fabric chest for AGES.  And now I love it even more! yay :)  How cute is this chair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3521113800_34da7d6aa2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3521113800_34da7d6aa2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-6903198433501886510?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/ZsXJnXXHOKc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/6903198433501886510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=6903198433501886510" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/6903198433501886510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/6903198433501886510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/ZsXJnXXHOKc/in-which-i-reupholster-chair.html" title="in which i reupholster a chair." /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-which-i-reupholster-chair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GQng4eip7ImA9WxJSGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-1448309228708905505</id><published>2009-05-09T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:55:23.632-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T15:55:23.632-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hangloose hammocks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>best hundred dollars...</title><content type="html">... I have ever spent.  Not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3515679999_8ddc8535f9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3515679999_8ddc8535f9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for swings, porch swings in particular.  We always had one growing up and we all spent many an afternoon napping on the back porch, swaying gently.  I would love to have a porch swing, but not having a porch makes that somewhat difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter &lt;a href="http://hangloosehammocks.com/"&gt;hangloose hammocks&lt;/a&gt;.  I found these guys (or this couple, rather) at an art show in Tubac, AZ.  He convinced me to sit down and put my feet up and it was love at first sight.  After a lengthy discussion about my &lt;a href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-man.html"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt; (which may have been a scheme to keep me in the chair until  I couldn't imagine not having one) I decided to pony up and buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3515680071_2f4a79612d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3515680071_2f4a79612d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I see a second hammock in our future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-1448309228708905505?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/5-Cia9rClTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/1448309228708905505/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=1448309228708905505" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/1448309228708905505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/1448309228708905505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/5-Cia9rClTs/best-hundred-dollars.html" title="best hundred dollars..." /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-hundred-dollars.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UCRX06fip7ImA9WxJTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-666359704640816537</id><published>2009-04-23T12:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:47:44.316-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T12:47:44.316-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>God-baby</title><content type="html">Oh hi, remember me? I finally have some cutie-patooty pictures to post!  The last few weeks have been mostly just relaxing but I did get to see my god-baby at least.  How cute is this guy?? And... not only is he cute, but stylin too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3468020773_376eb07f09_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3468020773_376eb07f09_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did knit that blanket it the background though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3468833492_0b9a95451a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3468833492_0b9a95451a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even knit him some cute little white booties for his blessing ceremony, but I didn't remember to take a picture of them.  At least not one I could find on the mess that is my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop on over to the &lt;a href="http://nizhonipetphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nizhoni blog&lt;/a&gt; to see what else I've been up to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-666359704640816537?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/kVLpn1l5GxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/666359704640816537/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=666359704640816537" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/666359704640816537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/666359704640816537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/kVLpn1l5GxE/god-baby.html" title="God-baby" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AMQ3gyfip7ImA9WxVbFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-2919650532350278090</id><published>2009-04-02T12:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:29:42.696-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-02T12:29:42.696-04:00</app:edited><title>New Website</title><content type="html">I have an &lt;a href="http://www.nizhonipetphotography.com"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt;!! yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-2919650532350278090?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/8KSCL4mI7gI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/2919650532350278090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=2919650532350278090" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/2919650532350278090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/2919650532350278090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/8KSCL4mI7gI/new-website.html" title="New Website" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-website.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQEQX48eSp7ImA9WxVUGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-8580560815882838345</id><published>2009-03-24T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:08:20.071-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T21:08:20.071-04:00</app:edited><title>hello??</title><content type="html">i'm still alive, honest!  my internet connection here is rather spotty, so getting my computer online long enough to do anything worthwhile can be rather difficult.  and next month i'm going to stay with my grandmother, where internet connection will be more or less non-existent.  which makes blog posting difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing a wee bit of knitting and a lot of just hanging out and having girl talk with my aunt.  its actually been a pretty fun month here in dallas.  and my rotation rocks, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i have been working on while here (with much help from cynder) is my &lt;a href="http://nizhonipetphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;NEW BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here's a sneak peek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3383108257_33f20c11d8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3383108257_33f20c11d8_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how successful its going to be, but if nothing else it should at least be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-8580560815882838345?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/vJP1L3KcvS4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/8580560815882838345/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=8580560815882838345" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/8580560815882838345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/8580560815882838345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/vJP1L3KcvS4/hello.html" title="hello??" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBRXcyeip7ImA9WxVVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-6061404141301696998</id><published>2009-03-08T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:29:14.992-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-08T15:29:14.992-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="southwest" /><title>A few more from the American southwest.</title><content type="html">So despite eight weeks seeming like a relatively long time in theory, they actually go quite quickly.  Particularly when one is having a good time.  Not only are my eight weeks in Tucson, where I stayed with my parents and worked (albeit for free) at Walgreens, over; but so is my first week in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few last shots from various outings in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/3283733176_eb718604c7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/3283733176_eb718604c7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3283733226_9f8ebfe0af_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3283733226_9f8ebfe0af_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no shortages of cacti in the Tucson area.  I can't say I will miss them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3327/3339007682_442266bec9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3327/3339007682_442266bec9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3339007600_08c235d25f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3339007600_08c235d25f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, people actually ride their horses to the bar in Tombstone.  however getting a shot without a lot of tourists in it is somewhat difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3289686968_4a0e5e7731_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3289686968_4a0e5e7731_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, so this shot is actually from the last time is was in Arizona, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3288869597_5f8268f7c6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 309px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3288869597_5f8268f7c6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and one last shot from New Mexico, from the eight weeks before Arizona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-6061404141301696998?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/vVCaeLE10vk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/6061404141301696998/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=6061404141301696998" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/6061404141301696998?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/6061404141301696998?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/vVCaeLE10vk/few-more-from-american-southwest.html" title="A few more from the American southwest." /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-more-from-american-southwest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHQ3s_fSp7ImA9WxVXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-3917810579988181929</id><published>2009-02-17T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:27:12.545-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-17T23:27:12.545-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tubac" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="southwest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arizona" /><title>Southwest details</title><content type="html">its been busy around here the last week or so, with various extended family members coming and going.  turns out everyone likes to visit Tucson in january and february.  saturday i spent the afternoon poking around Tubac with my parents and aunt and uncle.  tubac is a quaint, artsy, little town south of green valley with lots of neat stuff to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/3280956590_9588ffcdf3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/3280956590_9588ffcdf3_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ristra on a saquaro skeleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3280956722_8a2ac6a288_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3280956722_8a2ac6a288_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water pots hanging outside a store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3280136501_36fe9bc64e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3280136501_36fe9bc64e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am infatuated with vintage actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3288928071_046a94383c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3288928071_046a94383c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some bones in the wash behind my parents' with PW's seventies action processing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've been trying to take more pictures and tubac presents plenty of opportunities.  it also presents lots of opportunities to spend money, but i managed to stick with just taking pictures this time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-3917810579988181929?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/gMUihZ_oiQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/3917810579988181929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=3917810579988181929" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3917810579988181929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3917810579988181929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/gMUihZ_oiQ0/southwest-details.html" title="Southwest details" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/02/southwest-details.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HRX0ycSp7ImA9WxVXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-4808103650599107377</id><published>2009-02-16T23:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:45:34.399-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T23:45:34.399-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mittens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knitting" /><title>A lonely mitten</title><content type="html">i was flipping through A Knitter's Almanac and there was a passage about how the author thought that mittens should be knit in the summertime when the knitter could take their time and make beautiful mittens, rather than in the winter time when the mittens would be more utilitarian.  while i did not end up making the mittens from the Almanac (not yet anyway) i did take the advice and decided to try a pattern that has been on my "to knit" list for a very long time while i'm soaking up the sun in Tucson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3283733292_c95b0f74d6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3283733292_c95b0f74d6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pattern: Anemoi mittens by Eunny Jang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yarn: Knit Picks Palette in camel heather and rainforest heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Size 1 dpns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me just over a week to finish the first mitten and i love how it turned out!  this project also marked numerous firsts for me... first tubular cast on, first stranded colorwork project, first project in which i held the yarn in my left hand (one of the colors anyway), and first project knit on rather small needles in the round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3283733390_d21ee0888b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3283733390_d21ee0888b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palm view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a section of the "diamond" pattern up above the swirly bit that can be repeated to add length.  due to my freakishly long fingers, i had to repeat this section once and i feel like it makes it look funny.  too much diamond pattern and not enough swirly bit or something.  or i'm being overly critical, but whatever.  the plus side of knitting one's own mittens (and i assume gloves if i were masochistic enough to try knitting gloves) is that you can make the thumb (and fingers) as long as you like so they fit just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need to get moving on the other half of the pair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-4808103650599107377?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/pPw9Nrq-caw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/4808103650599107377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=4808103650599107377" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4808103650599107377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4808103650599107377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/pPw9Nrq-caw/lonely-mitten.html" title="A lonely mitten" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/02/lonely-mitten.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkINRHo4eSp7ImA9WxVXFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-3122009774355970585</id><published>2009-02-15T00:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:16:35.431-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-15T01:16:35.431-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lensbaby" /><title>chrome</title><content type="html">let me preface this by saying that i am totally NOT into cars.  i know nothing about engines or makes and models or whatever else it is that people talk about when they talk about cars.   but i don't mind spending an afternoon wandering around a classic car show because it means spending a little quality time with my dad, and also because i happen to like shiny things.  and these people LOVE to shine their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part of car shows is all the shiny chrome details; this also applies to photographing large motorcycle gatherings.   in cars, i am particularly drawn to old school hood ornaments and script writing.  the shiny-ness is mesmerizing,  plus sometimes the reflections make for neat pictures as well.  and for car shows there is the added bonus of getting to make fun of how ugly cars from the 70's and 80's were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3256571225_12db41b30a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3256571225_12db41b30a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously?? this car is salmon pink and black... the only sweeter color combination in a car like this is turquoise and white, and its a close second.  i want this car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/3257400994_42caed7bff_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/3257400994_42caed7bff_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3280008361_44889142b7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3280008361_44889142b7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fun reflections PLUS script details... double bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3256571989_b19a06a3d4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3256571989_b19a06a3d4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i said i liked hood ornaments, but i never said they weren't a little bit creepy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3569/3279963901_6b6f9000c2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3569/3279963901_6b6f9000c2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one is a head too, but without facial features.  its a little difficult to make out through the blur though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3257401926_32467f4c89_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3257401926_32467f4c89_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm wondering, did this weird thing with putting heads (with or without actual faces) on the hood ornaments stem from the women on the front of ships or something?  because there seemed to be a lot of humanistic hood ornaments.  there was also a sweet one that was supposed to look like an airplane but the picture didn't really turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my first real chance to experiment with the &lt;a href="http://lensbaby.com/"&gt;lensbaby&lt;/a&gt; that mr. z got me for christmas and its a lot of fun.  (these were actually taken before the ones at st. xavier)  the crazy blurred look probably isn't for everyone but i think it works well for some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-3122009774355970585?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/lqX6zbHZ5ds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/3122009774355970585/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=3122009774355970585" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3122009774355970585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3122009774355970585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/lqX6zbHZ5ds/chrome.html" title="chrome" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/02/chrome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGRHc5eCp7ImA9WxVWEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-8880325124540925189</id><published>2009-01-27T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:13:45.920-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-21T23:13:45.920-05:00</app:edited><title>a little culture</title><content type="html">took a drive through some beautiful but desolate landscapes today to visit the San Xavier mission on the Tohono O'odham reservation.  its difficult to capture how pretty the mission is, because its hard to get it all into the frame, and there are lots of people wandering around getting in the way.  but it really is pretty sweet, and the history behind it is really interesting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3228002400_936e004509_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3228002400_936e004509_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the blurriness is part of the lensbaby charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;other than the fact that its beautiful, my only other observation is that putting a bright white building in the blinding desert sun is a surefire way to blind yourself.  i'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3482/3227149385_0128c2fab1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3482/3227149385_0128c2fab1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equally mesmerizing, but in a somewhat different way, is the indian cemetery just down the road.  at first i didn't think they had headstones, but they do.  they are just disguised by the jungle of white crosses.  its kind of like a silk flower factory exploded in arlington cemetery... without the grass.  these people take their cemeteries seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3287005980_53a3d7f0c1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3287005980_53a3d7f0c1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little guy was hanging around outside the mission.  i just thought he was a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-8880325124540925189?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/TLlbYrZPS1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/8880325124540925189/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=8880325124540925189" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/8880325124540925189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/8880325124540925189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/TLlbYrZPS1I/little-culture.html" title="a little culture" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-culture.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGRHYyeyp7ImA9WxVRGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-5673442265077733780</id><published>2009-01-25T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:27:05.893-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-25T22:27:05.893-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby knitting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby blanket" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knitting" /><title>a croqueted baby orphan</title><content type="html">also known as a crocheted baby afghan... or a knit one in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently at some point in the far distant past of the z family, my parents were driving somewhere and had my older sister in the car.  at the time, she must have been quite young and her reading skills were somewhat less developed than they are now.   they passed a sign in someone's front yard that said "crocheted baby afghans" which must have baffled my sister because she asked my mom why anyone would want to croquet baby orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its become a bit of a joke in the z family that pops up every so often when someone mentions baby blankets.  just in case you wanted some insight into the randomness that makes up the z life.  if not, don't worry, the pictures are up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/3084651809_fde5f795dd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/3084651809_fde5f795dd_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pattern: Baby's First Blankie from Lionbrand.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarn: Queensland Collection Softwave in Cream (cotton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modifications: yarn was much thinner gauge so knit on size 5 needles and doubled all stitch counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i actually finished this blanket back in November over the Thanksgiving weekend but since it was made as a gift, i couldn't post it until after a baby shower for its intended recipient.  The baby shower was last weekend and it was a really good time.  and i heard today that the baby Lahman might be on his way a little early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/3085489948_fc5251000a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/3085489948_fc5251000a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the yarn made for a very nice blanket.  It soft, but not too heavy; and its washable... which is probably a good thing for new babies.  the white might not have been the best choice for an infant, but i didn't know if it was a boy or a girl at the time.  and the white seemed so clean and fresh.  hopefully baby lahman likes it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-5673442265077733780?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/wSSvIjtgRdw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/5673442265077733780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=5673442265077733780" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/5673442265077733780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/5673442265077733780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/wSSvIjtgRdw/croqueted-baby-orphan.html" title="a croqueted baby orphan" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/01/croqueted-baby-orphan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcAR386fCp7ImA9WxVXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-4915180716371151430</id><published>2009-01-16T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:47:26.114-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T23:47:26.114-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dogs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pet photography" /><title>pet photographer extraordinaire</title><content type="html">(is that word or did i just make that up??)   so it seems like forever ago, even if it was only two posts back, that i posted some pictures of what was (at the time) the cutest hound puppy ever.  but a few weeks after dozier's arrival, i was proven wrong.  THIS is the cutest hound puppy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3287005896_be4359a38e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3287005896_be4359a38e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently you can't hunt with just one hound dog.... you need two.  i don't know about all that, but who am i to judge.  if i wasn't heading off to live with my parents, i probably would have ended up with a hound puppy of my own.  i mean, how can you say no to this face??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/3200065847_1ebfb443f2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/3200065847_1ebfb443f2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they named her gypsy.  she was so sleepy the first few days.  and she would eat too much and then get this huge distended belly.  we were afraid her little tummy was going to pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3286188905_450d7679e1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3286188905_450d7679e1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3200065789_c0eb03f965_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3200065789_c0eb03f965_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a few days she was just as rambunctious as dozier, and a whole lot louder.  and she loved the big floppy duck as much as he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3200065751_267de37578_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3200065751_267de37578_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad there's not much of a market for natural light pet photography.  i'm much better with dogs than i am with people!  (edited later to add: according to google, there are actually photographers who do this for a living!! might be worth some thought...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-4915180716371151430?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/Uy_e_TxVK5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/4915180716371151430/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=4915180716371151430" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4915180716371151430?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4915180716371151430?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/Uy_e_TxVK5U/pet-photographer-extraordinaire.html" title="pet photographer extraordinaire" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/01/pet-photographer-extraordinaire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGR3g-fip7ImA9WxVREEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-3508063278541233681</id><published>2009-01-15T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:05:26.656-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-15T23:05:26.656-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knitting" /><title>another instant gratification project</title><content type="html">that was anything but instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago, I posted &lt;a href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-posts-in-one-day.html"&gt;a baby knitting project&lt;/a&gt; that I whipped up in a couple hours worth of knitting over a day or two.   it was a project i knit for a friend who needed two of them for a gift.  for whatever reason, the second one took FOREVER.  i think i was just in a non-knitting phase and so was more or less completely unmotivated.  plus,  i thought i had tons of time to finish it but the babies came uber early, so no such luck.  as it was I finished the second blanket several months after the babies were born.  and then it took me almost as long to get around to blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/3109057576_90ca34d530_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/3109057576_90ca34d530_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hooded baby wrap from the lionbrand.com website.  knit in Vanna's Choice acrylic.  like i said before, its an alright yarn and nice because its washable but i don't think i'd use it again.  i'd rather use a nice cotton, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/3109057648_307dda600f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/3109057648_307dda600f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i modified the pattern a bit because i didn't want to knit the hood part separate so instead i decreased down to three then back up for the hood part.  then i just folded it over and seamed the sides.  i did a row of yarn overs at the end to give the hood some interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3200815766_38d9e9cdbf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3200815766_38d9e9cdbf_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then i made some attempts at artistic shots.  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i bought yarn for three more projects that arrived a few days ago.  i'm itching to get started on something, so it looks like the knitting bug is back.  maybe its the lovely weather here in arizona :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-3508063278541233681?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/9j8xAIEjJDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/3508063278541233681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=3508063278541233681" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3508063278541233681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3508063278541233681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/9j8xAIEjJDY/another-instant-gratification-project.html" title="another instant gratification project" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-instant-gratification-project.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8MQng5eCp7ImA9WxVTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-7690435141254685388</id><published>2008-12-31T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:58:03.620-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-31T18:58:03.620-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knitting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets" /><title>i knit...</title><content type="html">...who knew??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like its been forever since i had a knitting post.  almost forever since i posted period, actually.  honest, i just don't spend much time on the internet when i'm at sister's.  i'd rather just hang out, but i have been knitting a bit here and there.  the nice thing about knitting is that i can knit and carry on a conversation at the same time, thereby making it a preferred hobby when spending time with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in lubbock in october, i found a lovely little yarn shop.  it was quite the boost to my spirits and made texas seem more like a place i could actually live.  while there, i signed up for the email list and bought this pretty skein of yarn.  the only email i've ever recieved came yesterday... saying that the owner was closing down the shop.  even sadder is the fact that i won't be in texas to take advantage of the sweet sale.  boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2970385246_3686e45b97_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2970385246_3686e45b97_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interlacement's Periwinkle Petite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but the yarn i bought was gorgeous and was the perfect amount for a long skinny scarf.  i added a fringe and in the end used up all but about six inches.  and once again, due to the lack of human models around when i finally get to photographing projects, nearby animals had to suffer the indignity of scarf-wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3108224779_b2a6e31ecc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3108224779_b2a6e31ecc_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pattern: multidirectional scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/3108224639_6e3bd0d684_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/3108224639_6e3bd0d684_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how can you not love that face??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3108224921_c520423c0a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3108224921_c520423c0a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3049/3108224973_18213fb972_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3049/3108224973_18213fb972_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waffles the cat looking super pleased to be wrapped up in yarny goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-7690435141254685388?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/L7RW-D8hyQA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/7690435141254685388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=7690435141254685388" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/7690435141254685388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/7690435141254685388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/L7RW-D8hyQA/i-knit.html" title="i knit..." /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-knit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMSHwzeCp7ImA9WxVXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-3133093975618681308</id><published>2008-12-13T12:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:23:09.280-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T23:23:09.280-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dogs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pet photography" /><title>meet dozier</title><content type="html">this is the newest addition to sister's household; he is a treeing walker coonhound.  he's actually matt's dog and will someday be trained to be an actual hunting dog.  in theory.  sister and i are doing our best to undermine his transformation into a "real dog" by snuggling him and spoiling him with toys and kisses.  matt seems thrilled by our efforts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/3084651945_5150afb248_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/3084651945_5150afb248_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/3286188701_880b6854cd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/3286188701_880b6854cd_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/3084652005_8f77439b99_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/3084652005_8f77439b99_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3287005734_8fd458cb03_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3287005734_8fd458cb03_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he not the cutest thing you've ever seen???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-3133093975618681308?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/PAXnKr6kw7c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/3133093975618681308/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=3133093975618681308" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3133093975618681308?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3133093975618681308?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/PAXnKr6kw7c/meet-dozier.html" title="meet dozier" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-dozier.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4NR3w5cSp7ImA9WxRbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-1671937487676198830</id><published>2008-12-07T20:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:39:56.229-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-07T21:39:56.229-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot air balloons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new mexico" /><title>a busy weekend</title><content type="html">it has been a busy few days here in gallup, a state made all the more difficult by the fact that i spent saturday running on two hours of sleep and am pretty sure i was still drunk when i woke up at 7 am.  which i am surprised i even managed considering we didn't make it to bed until 3.  neither my liver nor my head was all too pleased with me,  but the friday night comedy show was pretty fun.  i just don't recover as quickly as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3091440892_0dd22f4ff6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3091440892_0dd22f4ff6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why on earth was i getting up so early anyway??  this weekend was the red rock hot air balloon rally at red rock state park.  i have to say, the mass ascension was definitely worth the pain of getting up.  my only regret is that i wasn't able to make it to one of the glows because we had stuff going on both nights.  i also never managed to climb all the way up the rocks (because i am a chicken shit and have a healthy fear of death) to meet some work friends, but in the end it worked out because i got some way better shots walking around on the ground.  and the friend that said shooting into the sun was a bad idea... i have to disagree.  it makes the balloons look like they are lit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/3091441012_09d0af454c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/3091441012_09d0af454c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the 24-70L performed beautifully.  this is a lens that i had constant access too back in the days of my ex and his truckloads of camera gear, and probably the lens i miss the most.  it is a perfect range for so many different subjects and it takes beautiful pictures.  it also costs a small fortune that i cannot yet afford;  however, i have discovered the delightful concept of renting lenses.  its very sad to have to part with it (i boxed it up this evening) but i enjoyed having it for 4 weeks at a fraction of the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/3090600619_41a23cdaf7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/3090600619_41a23cdaf7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely glad i had it for the rally.  and just to warn you, its going to be a picture heavy post because i just couldn't chose between them to narrow it down.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/3091440940_7227f5027b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/3091440940_7227f5027b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/3090600529_2212621e72_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/3090600529_2212621e72_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/3090600399_0cc8014181_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/3090600399_0cc8014181_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3091441446_b91d7a8e73_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3091441446_b91d7a8e73_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/3090600463_4ea31ba273_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/3090600463_4ea31ba273_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/3091441490_d9ab7313d3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/3091441490_d9ab7313d3_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i never realized how giant the balloons were.  it takes a team of people to get them all laid out and inflated.  and the baskets are super tiny; they fit three people but it looks pretty cramped in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/3091441574_d5c5118ed4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/3091441574_d5c5118ed4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first they sort of went up one at a time, and then all of a sudden there was just this rainbow of color all over the ground.  there were some pretty neat ones too... like the ladybug on a sunflower (you can see it from the backside in the photo above) and a wicked witch, complete with hat and broom, and even humpty-dumpty, floating around on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've actually done quite a bit of picture taking in the last few days.  there are some cute kids to share and a knitting project that is finally finished, but i will have to hold on to that one for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-1671937487676198830?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/ZP3v-ugn4rM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/1671937487676198830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=1671937487676198830" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/1671937487676198830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/1671937487676198830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/ZP3v-ugn4rM/busy-weekend.html" title="a busy weekend" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-weekend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AAR386fyp7ImA9WxRbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-2522044059861919468</id><published>2008-12-05T19:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:09:06.117-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T20:09:06.117-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title>an arizona holiday</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; the most of the clan, including mr. z and the pups, made it to Green Valley to spend Thanksgiving at ma and pa Z's new house.  It was really nice to get to spend a few days with everyone (a few days that did NOT involve freaking out over wedding related activities).  We mostly just hung around the house and vegged.  There was no Black Friday shopping, which was a-ok with us...  but there was a bit of driving around to check out the scenery, and to eat at Pinnacle Peak.  yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/3085489638_98376bf4a3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/3085489638_98376bf4a3_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little bro and his gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/3084651675_e902052c3a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/3084651675_e902052c3a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/3084651707_25f906b3e7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/3084651707_25f906b3e7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/3084651753_3bf3b35969_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/3084651753_3bf3b35969_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some sunset action... the more yellow one is probably more accurate coloring but i like the purplish one better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/3084652283_cd972c6770_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/3084652283_cd972c6770_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister at a scenic pull off in the white mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a lovely, relaxing weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-2522044059861919468?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/Db9Wryu3Fx8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/2522044059861919468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=2522044059861919468" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/2522044059861919468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/2522044059861919468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/Db9Wryu3Fx8/arizona-holiday.html" title="an arizona holiday" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/12/arizona-holiday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DQnk-fCp7ImA9WxRUEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-3108169303957482086</id><published>2008-11-18T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:31:13.754-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-18T21:31:13.754-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hog roast" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disgusting things" /><title>Mexican hog roast</title><content type="html">Last Saturday we (meaning me, sister, and Matt) spent the day at one of Matt's buddies house enjoying a hog roast, Mexican style.  Matt got up at the ass crack of dawn to join his friends to kill and disassemble the pig.  Sister and I, on the other hand, being less than enthused about seeing our food still in the form of a living breathing animal, slept in and made our way out to the roast around noon-ish.  By the time we got there, there were several cook fires going, one of which was roasting some delicious ribs, another a pot of red chili, and the third a big vat of fat and meat.  Think bacon, but all in chunks rather than thin slices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/3036320739_78ae7ec067_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 396px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/3036320739_78ae7ec067_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they called them chicharillos, or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and they were delish... once they were cooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once these bad boys were done (muy tasty, by the way) they sliced and diced the skin, which had been hanging on the end of the horsetrailer all day.  (I didn't say it was appetizing...)  Then those went into the pot to make some homemade pork rinds.  Now, they tell me they shaved the pig before they butchered it, but apparently its hard to shave a pig entirely.  Needless to say, I was unable to eat any pork rinds.  And jokes about picking pig hair out of your teeth are not funny.   Just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/3036320857_0607057247_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 264px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/3036320857_0607057247_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you look closely, you can see the hairs.  *gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also got some good pictures of the kids running around, but I feel it would be a disservice to include them in a post containing raw pork and hairy pig skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-3108169303957482086?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/8FKPH-sCboM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/3108169303957482086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=3108169303957482086" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3108169303957482086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/3108169303957482086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/8FKPH-sCboM/mexican-hog-roast.html" title="Mexican hog roast" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/11/mexican-hog-roast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcBQXg9fip7ImA9WxRVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-4970019584115190466</id><published>2008-11-16T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:57:30.666-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-16T20:57:30.666-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding photos" /><title>Official Wedding photos</title><content type="html">Many apologies for my absence, but I have had limited time and limited internet access.  And to be honest, its been kind of nice.  I've been reading lots of books (i.e. the entire Twilight series, the Inheritance cycle, and a handful of other random paperbacks) and doing some knitting.  But I do have some things to blog about... eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2970388096_8049e1f71b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2970388096_8049e1f71b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spending some family time together the day after the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BUT, this post is just to let those of you who aren't yet aware know that the official wedding photos are now up on the photographers website.  you can see them &lt;a href="http://www.photokisses.com/events"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Just enter the code 081011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-4970019584115190466?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/-AVE7MYZjoY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/4970019584115190466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=4970019584115190466" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4970019584115190466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4970019584115190466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/-AVE7MYZjoY/official-wedding-photos.html" title="Official Wedding photos" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/11/official-wedding-photos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINRnk6cSp7ImA9WxRWEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-4098306370654494066</id><published>2008-10-29T11:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:36:37.719-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-29T11:36:37.719-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby stalking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child photography" /><title>baby stalking</title><content type="html">the day after my bridal shower/bachelorette party i managed to haul myself out of bed and halfway to Cincinnati for the renaissance festival.  it was, to say the least, an interesting experience.   While watching a sword-fighting show, pegasaurus and i were seated behind an adorable baby.  so i practiced my baby stalking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2969572601_11ef7e224d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2969572601_11ef7e224d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is she not the cutest thing?? even her little crocheted hat is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2970415610_48cbc223ee_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2970415610_48cbc223ee_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and just to avoid any confusion or potential alarm (amongst my ten readers)... baby stalking is mr. z's affectionate term used to refer my propensity for getting really excited about taking pictures of babies.  I don't REALLY stalk babies... much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-4098306370654494066?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/oIhcYbsBL7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/4098306370654494066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=4098306370654494066" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4098306370654494066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/4098306370654494066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/oIhcYbsBL7o/baby-stalking.html" title="baby stalking" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-stalking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQHQXgzeCp7ImA9WxRWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-6907723350186904021</id><published>2008-10-27T21:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:52:10.680-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T22:52:10.680-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="debauchery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding pictures" /><title>debauchery</title><content type="html">once again, we will take a break from my own mediocre photography and pointless rambling to indulge in more stolen wedding photos.  this time from a friend who just happens to be married to our officiant.  while everyone else was taking pictures of the decorations and other pretty things,  she was capturing the pure ridiculousness that the night deteriorated into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did also capture some good ones from throughout the day, so without further ado... our wedding day,  more or less.  (a few of these are from other friends as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2980283186_cd257ea787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2980283186_cd257ea787.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2979427069_80bb855774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2979427069_80bb855774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2979426911_360a120a7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2979426911_360a120a7e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2979427473_922dfdd6b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2979427473_922dfdd6b2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/2979427399_87e88f3358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/2979427399_87e88f3358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2979427825_6a632c50ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2979427825_6a632c50ee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2980283830_d5515ebd7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2980283830_d5515ebd7e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we posed for photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2979426959_68e1a82e20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2979426959_68e1a82e20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/2980283672_c8626b4677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/2980283672_c8626b4677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2979427123_fc86a84a14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2979427123_fc86a84a14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2979427175_f2326e0c26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2979427175_f2326e0c26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe the absurdity started around this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we smoked cigars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2979428233_1d9a42375c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2979428233_1d9a42375c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2980284712_8d9c2ae81f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2980284712_8d9c2ae81f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2979426993_7dc99d575d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2979426993_7dc99d575d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mom is probably wondering who the hell that spanish guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and from there on out, it just got absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2980283352_1522547e06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2980283352_1522547e06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2979427261_2f80ac38f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2979427261_2f80ac38f8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the shrug was perfect... until i lifted my arms.  then, not so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2979427211_0573c61637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2979427211_0573c61637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2979427303_b24e181fd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2979427303_b24e181fd3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are probably a lot of similar pictures floating around out there with more of our male guests.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea who's hand that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Tracy pointed out, there are no pictures of Mr. Z taking part in the craziness.  Perhaps he was out with the guys fixing the generator.  Or perhaps he was talking to the guests... which I probably should have been doing, instead of leading the locomotion, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2737436780217211220-6907723350186904021?l=zarafa99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheZLife/~4/Rbg4h55kYpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/feeds/6907723350186904021/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2737436780217211220&amp;postID=6907723350186904021" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/6907723350186904021?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2737436780217211220/posts/default/6907723350186904021?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheZLife/~3/Rbg4h55kYpc/debauchery.html" title="debauchery" /><author><name>zarafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467604440777727591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Txh4dLu-M4A/SEYG-AcN8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6YH8sHya97Y/S220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2980283186_cd257ea787_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zarafa99.blogspot.com/2008/10/debauchery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGRn0-eip7ImA9WxRXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737436780217211220.post-5725961102074268218</id><published>2008-10-25T17:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:33:47.352-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-26T00:33:47.352-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Texas Tech" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="texas" /><title>Texas Tech</title><content type="html">Yesterday I went onto campus with mr. z in search of a notary for some of the name change paperwork.  Afterwards we wandered around Texas Tech, enjoying the sunny day and the lovely architecture.   (Almost) all of the buildings are a beautiful spanish colonial style, with gorgeous tile roofs and ornate details.  There is an unfortunate math building designed to resemble a calculator... a tragic carryover from the 80's I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2972267249_6cfc0e9250_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2972267249_6cfc0e9250_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the lanterns along the ceiling are fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the campus totally redeems itself solely on the basis of this sweet arched walkway along the side of the chemistry building.  it is spectacular in every sense of the word.  it is difficult to capture just how awesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2973115632_d745cb7f88_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2973115632_d745cb7f88_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little cross-processing treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i can totally picture engagement or wedding photos here.  at least, i can picture them in my head.  even if i did have models, i'm not sure i have the technical ability to do them proper justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2972267137_0fc5d7043c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2972267137_0fc5d7043c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a more vintage treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there is also this other sweet building, with a rocking staircase that would also make for some sweet portraits.  i had to use the fisheye to get the whole staircase in, which is further proof that i need that 24-70.  the distortion wouldn't work so well for portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2973115394_84bb466de9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2973115394_84bb466de9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk about an amazing blue sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there are several other spots on campus that would make for some fantastic portrait shots as well.  lots of archways and stairs and quaint details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also have some cool sculptures scattered around campus, many of which seem to have books as a theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2973115440_51629db81b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2973115440_51629db81b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a life size "man" made of books.  there were also giant marble books scattered around a fountain, and a wacky sculpture of tiny characters climbing all over a mountain of notable titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio State is a beautiful campus, don't get me wrong.  There are lots of very pretty nooks and crannies scattered around (i LOVE the secret labyrinth garden) and some stunning architecture there as well.  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