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graphic design, motherhood, handmade businesses, the arts and crafts movement and daily details that inspire.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.martawrites.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschool projects" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>preschool project / shaving cream colors</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz7qQVz3Dgg/TygXI8dpy9I/AAAAAAAASMg/0NKPMm03D4g/s1600/rainbow01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz7qQVz3Dgg/TygXI8dpy9I/AAAAAAAASMg/0NKPMm03D4g/s576/rainbow01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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benji and i loved this little project. all you need is a can of shaving cream (or perhaps whipped cream) and food coloring. we talked about mixing colors; blue and yellow make green. (i would've thrown more colors in the mix, but i've used up all my red in red velvet cakes!) the best part about it was his disbelief that i was letting him get so dirty! he was a bit timid at first, so i got in there too and showed him how to mix it up good. he quickly got the hang of it and loved playing &lt;i&gt;monster fingers&lt;/i&gt;. we swirled colors, wrote letters, added sprinkles and mushed the mixture around a lot. our hands were dyed green for 24 hours, but it was a great art&amp;nbsp;project. in the summertime, i'm thinking we could use plain shaving cream and rub our wagon clean with this same process.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. are you taking advantage of &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/storytime/index.asp?cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-TnL5HPStwNw-_-10:1"&gt;barnes &amp;amp; noble online storytime&lt;/a&gt;? we just found out about it and love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;taking off early this week. happy groundhog day and have a wonderful weekend.&lt;/i&gt; we're headed to visit friends tomorrow! also on the to-do list: do some crafting, play in the new snow, go to a super bowl party, have chocolate shakes, make valentines, string a banner together and continue to celebrate dan's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-9068661918187248937?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/leTD7Y2PRkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/9068661918187248937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=9068661918187248937&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/9068661918187248937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/9068661918187248937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/leTD7Y2PRkY/preschool-project-shaving-cream-colors.html" title="preschool project / shaving cream colors" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz7qQVz3Dgg/TygXI8dpy9I/AAAAAAAASMg/0NKPMm03D4g/s72-c/rainbow01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/02/preschool-project-shaving-cream-colors.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEESHozeip7ImA9WhRbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-2980686662371399329</id><published>2012-02-01T05:00:00.038-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:00:09.482-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T05:00:09.482-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my mountain man" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lists" /><title>one for dan</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_sifoslHk/TyhalVWa6zI/AAAAAAAASNQ/vNGl5MCbo4s/s1600/dan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_sifoslHk/TyhalVWa6zI/AAAAAAAASNQ/vNGl5MCbo4s/s640/dan.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sledding in sun valley / his favorite place&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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happy, happy birthday to my favorite valentine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;i love that february comes in with a kick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for asking me out at the bakery (after i offered you a free sandwich).&lt;br /&gt;
your ham and swiss on wheat was always my favorite of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for taking us on so many adventures.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else like being on a train in a foreign country with your main squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for speaking japanese on random occasions.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else&amp;nbsp;quite like sharing a bowl of ramen&lt;i&gt; in japan&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;either.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for knowing how to do the perfect tuck in.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for loving our little boy so completely.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for knowing &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;many songs.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else&amp;nbsp;like singing our hearts out in a duet.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for&lt;i&gt; knowing&lt;/i&gt; me and still loving me.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else&amp;nbsp;like sweats, crazy hair and ratty slippers.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for showing me how to have courage.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for making goals and following through.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else&amp;nbsp;like looking back and seeing &lt;i&gt;how far we've come&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for watching silly shows with me.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for being comfortable and predictable.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for surprising me and being spontaneous. &lt;br /&gt;
thank you for continuing to challenge yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for never giving up.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for being rad.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for the art of the road trip.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else like a mix cd, snacks, a good book and a stretch of road.&lt;br /&gt;
(thank you for stopping to read historical markers, just like my dad did.)&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for reading my writings.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else&amp;nbsp;like having my &lt;i&gt;number one fan &lt;/i&gt;be you.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for explaining the lawyerly stuff, even when i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else&amp;nbsp;like talking about&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;torts&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;may it please the court...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for being brave. especially when it comes to karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for supporting me when i have to work late.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for working hard for our fam.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for making us a top pri-o.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for speaking my language.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for showing me what love means.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for making un-fun stuff totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for taking me skiing, even though i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;
nothing else&amp;nbsp;like watching your girlfriend roll down a snowy slope.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for doing all the little things; especially when i don't notice.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for being an amazing cook.&lt;br /&gt;
(thank you for making pioneer woman's chicken fried steak on a whim last sunday.) &lt;br /&gt;
thank you for being such a darling to your grandma bernice.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for making me laugh. all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for being so happy-go-lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for leaving me funny messages.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for calling my mom and making &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for having passion in your hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for making the shed so nice and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for letting me craft my little heart out and praising my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for the best first date of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
(thank you for letting me talk your ear off for the rest of our lives.)&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for always reaching out and making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for being opinionated &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; open minded.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for always making a morning&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;mix&lt;/i&gt;; two types of cereal in one bowl.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for always making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for knowing scripture stories and explaining them so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for showing our boy what it means to be a good husband.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for making our life more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
am so happy we found each other.&lt;br /&gt;
am so happy you kept coming into that bakery.&lt;br /&gt;
thank you for giving the girl wearing the bandana a chance of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
happy birthday babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-2980686662371399329?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/gAIHwF-lmEc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/2980686662371399329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=2980686662371399329&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/2980686662371399329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/2980686662371399329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/gAIHwF-lmEc/one-for-dan.html" title="one for dan" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_sifoslHk/TyhalVWa6zI/AAAAAAAASNQ/vNGl5MCbo4s/s72-c/dan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/02/one-for-dan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHQno_fyp7ImA9WhRbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-8764708420294191106</id><published>2012-01-31T08:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:38:53.447-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T08:38:53.447-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lists" /><title>valentiney vibe / it's almost love month</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xwWfq4D948/TygJARZfmVI/AAAAAAAASMY/EjUYItdOJrU/s1600/276689970826224119_anKqytKl_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xwWfq4D948/TygJARZfmVI/AAAAAAAASMY/EjUYItdOJrU/s640/276689970826224119_anKqytKl_c.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelyclusters.tumblr.com/post/12958614351/via-dustjacket-secret-garden-by-nick-scott"&gt;secret garden by nick scott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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valentining from the archives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;soon i'll give you an updated peek at our preps for february.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;tomorrow is dan's birthday, so we've already baked a cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2011/02/valentining-side-by-side.html"&gt;watercolors &amp;amp; gummy hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
+ &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2009/02/footprint-valentines.html"&gt;benji's first valentine project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
+ &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2007/02/xoxo.html"&gt;favorite quotes about love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
+ &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2010/02/valentining.html"&gt;little ways to say i love you&lt;/a&gt; and more &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2008/02/14-valentine-ideas.html"&gt;guy valentine ideas here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
+ &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2008/02/declaration-of-love.html"&gt;remember this&lt;/a&gt; from 2008?&lt;br /&gt;
+ &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2011/02/sugar-cookie-love.html"&gt;sugar cookie love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-8764708420294191106?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/MAoJ2UpxkpA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/8764708420294191106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=8764708420294191106&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/8764708420294191106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/8764708420294191106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/MAoJ2UpxkpA/valentiney-vibe-its-almost-love-month.html" title="valentiney vibe / it's almost love month" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xwWfq4D948/TygJARZfmVI/AAAAAAAASMY/EjUYItdOJrU/s72-c/276689970826224119_anKqytKl_c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/valentiney-vibe-its-almost-love-month.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCQXs6fCp7ImA9WhRUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-7437493760595843763</id><published>2012-01-30T05:06:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T05:06:00.514-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T05:06:00.514-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschool projects" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>preschool project / alphabet line-up</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABNOcz43Lxs/TyMbT_JlmHI/AAAAAAAASKw/u1c3UeYLfK4/s1600/vroom01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABNOcz43Lxs/TyMbT_JlmHI/AAAAAAAASKw/u1c3UeYLfK4/s576/vroom01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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some of our best preschool projects come around by accident. one morning benji was lining up a few cars while i finished the &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/kitchen-duty-my-lightbulb-moment.html"&gt;morning dishes&lt;/a&gt; and we were talking about their names (have you noticed that all the &lt;i&gt;cars 2&lt;/i&gt; characters have a first &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; last name? holly shiftwell. finn mcmissle. miles axlerod. rod torque. i could go on. &lt;i&gt;oh, wait, these are not the types of facts that run through your mind? seriously, i understand when moms say that their brains are turning to mush.&lt;/i&gt;) and we discuss their origins. he has this recent fascination about where his playthings came from; not like &lt;i&gt;made in china&lt;/i&gt;.. but &lt;i&gt;target&lt;/i&gt;, or santa, or grandma, or &lt;i&gt;wal-mart&lt;/i&gt;, or this one was a potty prize, etc. and even if they don't have a name, we're big into naming things around here too (even if it's just &lt;i&gt;jeep&lt;/i&gt;. it becomes a beloved &lt;i&gt;jeep)&lt;/i&gt;. i find it a little humorous when we're all searching for &lt;i&gt;char car&lt;/i&gt; and frantically hollering downstairs, &lt;i&gt;where's char car? where's flames car? where's songie? &lt;/i&gt;anyway, i had an idea and seized the moment. i grabbed the alphabet magnets from our craft bin and told him to go get even&lt;i&gt; more &lt;/i&gt;cars and we'd start our little project. he was suddenly so excited. which is always the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ line up a few favorite &lt;i&gt;named&lt;/i&gt; toys and talk about what letter of the alphabet each toy starts with. for older kids, you could spell the names out. we talked about their colors and if they were big or small. (the one on the far right is what benji refers to as &lt;i&gt;hot dog truck&lt;/i&gt;. it has a little band-aid image on the truck, but he has assumed it was a &lt;i&gt;hot dog&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;all along and i love it enough not to tell him it's just a regular ol' ambulance. i mean, who else has a hot dog truck for a pal!?! after our game had ended, it tipped over and he says to me, &lt;i&gt;mom can you fix &lt;/i&gt;hot dog truck&lt;i&gt;? all his pretend hot dogs are tumbling out.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. in posting these preschool projects, i in no way intend to convince you that &lt;i&gt;lookie here, i'm a good mom&lt;/i&gt;. i am just doing my best and i love finding new kid-friendly ideas (aka free activities!) online and am often inspired by &lt;a href="http://runlucasrun.blogspot.com/2012/01/add-color.html"&gt;what other moms are doing&lt;/a&gt;. i hope to pay it forward. plus i love documenting our happy times together. he won't be little forever. but, does &lt;i&gt;mommy mush brain&lt;/i&gt; last forever? happy monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-7437493760595843763?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/GgugEXpv9EQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/7437493760595843763/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=7437493760595843763&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/7437493760595843763?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/7437493760595843763?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/GgugEXpv9EQ/preschool-project-alphabet-line-up.html" title="preschool project / alphabet line-up" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABNOcz43Lxs/TyMbT_JlmHI/AAAAAAAASKw/u1c3UeYLfK4/s72-c/vroom01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/preschool-project-alphabet-line-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FQnc9cSp7ImA9WhRUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-5472870496816454506</id><published>2012-01-29T05:01:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:11:53.969-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T13:11:53.969-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><title>brad paisley / am a convert to country</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76n-68kAhUw/TyTlDo_2W0I/AAAAAAAASLU/Jrz5SefiB4w/s1600/bpaisley02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76n-68kAhUw/TyTlDo_2W0I/AAAAAAAASLU/Jrz5SefiB4w/s576/bpaisley02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGy3S5WxWSg/TyTlCVuExhI/AAAAAAAASLM/soiS89ZwMKY/s1600/bpaisley01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGy3S5WxWSg/TyTlCVuExhI/AAAAAAAASLM/soiS89ZwMKY/s576/bpaisley01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9gx20VMW9s/TyTlEbATpUI/AAAAAAAASLc/uB_n8KEfxVw/s1600/bpaisley03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9gx20VMW9s/TyTlEbATpUI/AAAAAAAASLc/uB_n8KEfxVw/s576/bpaisley03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXeXtQVJRCE/TyTlGP9Q52I/AAAAAAAASLs/O9h6u6vK0b8/s1600/bpaisley05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXeXtQVJRCE/TyTlGP9Q52I/AAAAAAAASLs/O9h6u6vK0b8/s576/bpaisley05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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this weekend was full of good music (and a lot of singing my heart out). a brad paisley concert on friday night&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; an ugly sweater karaoke jam (not just for christmastime anymore) on saturday night. we are full-on fans of brad paisley; he puts on such a good show. he gave away a guitar, tricked me into thinking carrie underwood was really, actually on stage with him (nope, just awesome footage), danced around the whole arena, sang to the nosebleed seats and charmed the crowd. and scotty m&lt;i&gt;c&lt;/i&gt;creery (the opening act) is the cutest new boy on the block and on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;
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a few favorite songs to listen to, if you're still unsure about b.p.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;+ Then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;+ Toothbrush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;+ Letter to Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;+ Welcome to the Future&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;+ Old Alabama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;+ Remind Me (with Carrie Underwood)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;+ This is Country Music&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;+ I'm Still A Guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-5472870496816454506?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/depIlEHu0JI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/5472870496816454506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=5472870496816454506&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/5472870496816454506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/5472870496816454506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/depIlEHu0JI/brad-paisley-am-convert-to-country.html" title="brad paisley / am a convert to country" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76n-68kAhUw/TyTlDo_2W0I/AAAAAAAASLU/Jrz5SefiB4w/s72-c/bpaisley02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/brad-paisley-am-convert-to-country.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAQH09fCp7ImA9WhRUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-1806852136113762773</id><published>2012-01-27T05:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:29:01.364-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T15:29:01.364-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notes to self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lists" /><title>a list of thirty</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eizUXjxI9gk/TyEdx2ag-_I/AAAAAAAASJ8/_rtqbquSaIY/s1600/thirty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eizUXjxI9gk/TyEdx2ag-_I/AAAAAAAASJ8/_rtqbquSaIY/s576/thirty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i turned thirty in september. here are my thoughts on the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i know better; life goes on after high school, toddlers are way more awesome than i once imagined. marriage is much better than dating. fresh minced garlic is good sauteed with almost anything. surprises are &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; super fun. you never get sick of balloons. or confetti. or handwritten letters. or bananas with peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i ought to have a regular bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i thought i would've outgrown sugar cereals by now.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty&amp;nbsp;paying more for fine dining, lush stationery, crusty bread straight from a bakery shop or having an&lt;i&gt; expert&lt;/i&gt; vacuum out the car are luxuries i'll never take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i am sinking into &lt;i&gt;who i am&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;what i stand for&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i want to write my stories down for safekeeping. i am realizing more and more how important our personal stories are. whenever i sit down with my parents, dan's parents or his grandma bernice and listen to their tales, i want to wrap the feelings i have up in a linen box and save it for generations to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i think i should seriously start wearing glam lipstick.&amp;nbsp;if not now, when? i recently picked up&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;nars &lt;/i&gt;velvet matte lipstick pencil in &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P78834&amp;amp;om_mmc=Googlepla&amp;amp;_requestid=42976&amp;amp;cm_mmc=us_search-_-GG-_-pla-_-%7Bkeyword%7D&amp;amp;ci_src=17588969&amp;amp;ci_sku=1008572"&gt;cruella&lt;/a&gt;. we'll see where it takes me. (benji kept saying, &lt;i&gt;wow mom, pretty red lips&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i am excited about planning kid parties which is lots less stress than planning a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i should have a boatload of good books to recommend at book club.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i shouldn't be fearful to raise my hand. in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i count my blessings; so many people are suffering hardships like disease, death, depression and divorce. i feel unbelievably lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i've mastered the art of cleaning out my fridge (tossing unidentifiable leftovers), figuring out how to hook-up the internet, get stains out, organize important paperwork, know where our passports are (at all times), book a flight, paint my nails without a smudge, juggle a baby, a cell phone and a pot of pasta at once among other fine things that come with being a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i should write letters to the teachers of my past; ones i think of often and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i understand a wee bit more that we are not in control of what happens to us or our loved ones. we are only in control of how we react on the road we are traveling.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i think i ought to have a few recipes memorized. and some poetry. (and my mom's new phone number!) just to have on hand / in mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i wish i were better at giving directions. i'm horrible at it!&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i need to start acting more like a woman. more thank you notes and kindly deeds. more lipstick and heels. and good haircuts. and making soup for the sick and holding doors and visiting the elderly and looking semi-presentable by noon.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i should start embracing the fact that this blog is more writerly than anything else. and i shouldn't be shy about mentioning it; but admittedly it's a funny topic of conversation to someone you've just met. &lt;i&gt;usually i just let them discover it about me along the way. what about you? when do you tell someone you have a blog? it's a little like unveiling a hidden tattoo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i should have a list of real favorites. nine year olds are pretty solid in their favorites. we'll see if i can patch an updated list together.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i should stop wavering about getting into &lt;i&gt;facebook&lt;/i&gt;. most people tell me it's not worth it. &lt;i&gt;what do you think? do you use it; personally or for business?&lt;/i&gt; i guess i like to think i'm using my energy elsewhere. (maybe when i'm thirsty for new business, i'll go that route.)&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i am super glad i never got any random piercings.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i ought to acquire a legit coffee table. with glossy coffee table books.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i've embraced the concept of&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the purse&lt;/i&gt;. whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i am cool with being short. still not so cool with my cankles.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i wish i had been a better friend. i was a drama queen when i was on the playground.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i am grateful with my &lt;i&gt;travelogue&lt;/i&gt; thus far and can't wait for the time to come to introduce my kids to the world with dan by my side.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i've stopped looking for facial cleansers; &lt;i&gt;cetaphil&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pretty much does the job.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i ought to quit thinking &lt;i&gt;i was&lt;/i&gt; just&lt;i&gt; in high school&lt;/i&gt;. it was indeed awhile ago; i just can't believe i pass as a grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i'm so glad i took&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;creative writing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in middle school,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;cub chorus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in elementary school,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;public speaking&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in high school and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;photoshop&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in college. i use what i learned in those classes&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;single day.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ now that i'm thirty i wonder what the next thirty years have in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-1806852136113762773?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/d4SS8mrD0Nc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/1806852136113762773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=1806852136113762773&amp;isPopup=true" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1806852136113762773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1806852136113762773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/d4SS8mrD0Nc/list-of-thirty.html" title="a list of thirty" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eizUXjxI9gk/TyEdx2ag-_I/AAAAAAAASJ8/_rtqbquSaIY/s72-c/thirty.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>32</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/list-of-thirty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQER3c_eCp7ImA9WhRUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-302426746499490169</id><published>2012-01-26T06:00:00.046-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:11:46.940-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T09:11:46.940-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DIY" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschool projects" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>preschool project / cloud dough</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZkFXODtwRc/TyDeMk3U5HI/AAAAAAAASI4/1NKGIU3cMqQ/s1600/clouddough01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZkFXODtwRc/TyDeMk3U5HI/AAAAAAAASI4/1NKGIU3cMqQ/s576/clouddough01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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notes // cloud dough feels like soft squeezable sand which molds easily into shapes. we love cloud dough. it &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;messier than i thought, but super fun and simple to make. i was glad i used a large container with &lt;i&gt;tall-ish&lt;/i&gt; sides and i was happy baths were directly after this preschool project. be prepared to let little ones think of new things to introduce to the sand. i kept calling it &lt;i&gt;moon sand&lt;/i&gt;, because it acts more like damp sand than any 'dough' i've ever come across. however we made lots of pretend pies and cookies with our cloud dough. benji let it sift through his fingers and hugged it in his palms. it's so relaxing. he was thrilled with the impressions it made with his truck tires. next time i'm getting out his dinosaurs to make 'footprints'. and (bonus!) the baby oil softened my cuticles during playtime. the cloud dough has remained soft and moldable for three days; i'm unsure if/when it will lose its awesomeness. &lt;i&gt;there are more preschool projects to come; hope you're game.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. we listened to brad paisley cds throughout our cloud dough experimenting. i'm cramming to memorize all of his music by friday night. we're headed to his concert (haven't been to a concert in for&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, plus it's&amp;nbsp;our first &lt;i&gt;country music&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;concert ever)! surely it'll be a night to remember. i love that dan is a recent convert to country music and is totally pulling me into it; every morning we wake up to a little twang with our toast. am super excited. however i'm nervous i'll start crying. his sappy tunes get me every time. anytime i need a good sob fest, country music is my go-to. does it have this effect on everyone?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;inspiration for making cloud dough originated with &lt;a href="http://tinkerlab.com/2011/11/cloud-dough-exploration/"&gt;tinkerlab's version&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;images from cut by fred&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i was browsing&lt;i&gt; into the gloss (specifically &lt;a href="http://intothegloss.com/2011/12/alexandra-golovanoff-journalist-tv-host/"&gt;this post featuring alexandra golovanoff&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;on my&lt;i&gt; off hour&lt;/i&gt; yesterday and landed into the lovely french blog, &lt;a href="http://cutbyfred.com/"&gt;cut by fred&lt;/a&gt;. can't understand a word, but i loved this braiding video featuring the french braid blonde crown (which my big sis used to weave in my seven year old hair every sunday morning, with the patience of a nun, i'm sure) and the lived-in fishbone braid look. &lt;a href="http://cutbyfred.com/2011/12/21/tuto-golo/"&gt;check it out on his site&lt;/a&gt; or right here...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/33974712"&gt;Alexandra Golovanoff Tuto&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/cutbyfred"&gt;Cut by Fred&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. thank you for all the kind comments yesterday. we did a fantastic (and messy!) &lt;i&gt;preschool project &lt;/i&gt;after naptime. can't wait to share it with you. and we have another simple science activity planned today. i start running the bath water just as our little sessions come to a close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-5546172431373007814?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/khQV2cLpqHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/5546172431373007814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=5546172431373007814&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/5546172431373007814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/5546172431373007814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/khQV2cLpqHs/braidy-bunch-cut-by-fred.html" title="braidy bunch / cut by fred" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IK_9A3JJS5s/Tx8Y-OnByEI/AAAAAAAASIo/3Mxqe-aiqSs/s72-c/001_900x855.shkl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/braidy-bunch-cut-by-fred.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMGQH8yfSp7ImA9WhRUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-6364560014967491053</id><published>2012-01-24T05:17:00.042-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T05:17:01.195-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T05:17:01.195-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notes to self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschool projects" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>kitchen duty / my lightbulb moment</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2XkIF010A0/Tx4_B3mm5XI/AAAAAAAASIg/BUYhslYSLDw/s1600/gogreenie.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2XkIF010A0/Tx4_B3mm5XI/AAAAAAAASIg/BUYhslYSLDw/s640/gogreenie.jpeg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;go green / &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrevelment.com/post/8196651017"&gt;gorgeous kitchen via revelment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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lots of time spent in the kitchen yesterday. i told dan the other day that i love cleaning my kitchen way more than i ever have. this is shocking. why would i have grown to like the daily grind of kitchen duty, i wonder. have i finally matured and owned up to the fact that doing dishes is a daily (if not, three or four times daily, more if you make your family a healthy meal!) required task? (so why moan and groan about it?) or could it be because i don't have a tv anywhere near the kitchen, so i'm not pulled in the direction to just sit and veg out to&lt;i&gt; ellen&lt;/i&gt;? or maybe because it's a &lt;i&gt;house &lt;/i&gt;and not an apartment, so i feel some sort of housewifery ownership over it? not sure; but i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;
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i'm glad i've finally succumbed to the feeling of &lt;i&gt;satisfaction&lt;/i&gt; that comes with sucking up crumbs underfoot with my nozzle vacuum hose attachment. you have no idea how happy i was to change my vacuum bag after the holidays. (it was stuffed to the gills, like santa's pack on christmas eve.) all those pine needles; all those party crumbs; all that clean-up. i felt some sort of strange accomplishment which, i assume, only a woman can understand. guys just get the job done and move on. ladies like me revel in knowing that this task completed is a giant black mark slicing through words on a carefully written to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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and isn't it funny how madly you clean a house before guests arrive and five minutes later it's a complete wreck!? (dan always jokes with me, reminding me we haven't invited &lt;i&gt;the queen&lt;/i&gt; to our house.) chocolate cake crumbs, ice cream melted on the tablecloth, dirty dishes piled high. but laughter is abounding and kids are playing and you have this feeling of &lt;i&gt;ahhh. that was fun. we should do it again.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;making the mess (and eventually cleaning it up) was worth it. and yet, here i am again, cleaning my kitchen. and there i will be, tomorrow, doing it again. i guess i've finally gotten over thinking&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;i wish it would just stay clean&lt;/i&gt;. because it won't. because we are &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt; here. and living here means making messes. and if it were always, always clean, then that would mean there &lt;i&gt;ain't a lot of living &lt;/i&gt;going on which would make me super sad. so, i'm over it. and i'm counting my blessings. i have a kitchen to clean. and people–better yet, a &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt;–who help me dirty it up and even a little one who leans over (tip-toed on his stool) to &lt;i&gt;wash &lt;/i&gt;his own dishes. we have hot water and bubbly soap and a dishwasher and no mice or cockroaches (add the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;no mice or cockroaches&lt;/i&gt; part to any statement and you'll realize how lucky you feel)! it's a simple thing, but a happy thing. and i'm learning to appreciate the cycle; super clean. tidy. unclean. messy. crazy dirty. sleeves up. apron on. mopping and wiping and scrubbing and sorting. shiny plates out, sloppy plates in. a heap of dirty dish towels, the vacuum unplugged and a sack of garbage tied into a neat knot is my personal&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;job well done&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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other random tidbits // do you have an old-fashioned egg beater? i highly recommend having one. they make scrambled eggs a cinch. not that whisking yolks is all that hard; but something about the wheel and beater mechanics makes it all the better. my kid loves it. in fact i let him whir water and cinnamon and salt together all morning long. have i mentioned he loves creating concoctions. he even said, &lt;i&gt;mom you go clean and i'll keep baking&lt;/i&gt;. monday should be declared our&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;cleaning day&lt;/i&gt;. but usually when i &lt;i&gt;declare&lt;/i&gt; something, it doesn't ever end up happening like it should. so i quit that habit long ago. i even busted out the blind cleaner gadget. &lt;a href="http://www.asseenontvguys.com/fuzzy-wuzzy-blind-cleaner.aspx"&gt;do you have one of these&lt;/a&gt;? i picked ours up at &lt;i&gt;home depot &lt;/i&gt;awhile back&amp;nbsp;and am finally getting around to actually using it. dusting blinds is right up there with watching paint dry, but this little gadget does help. a wee bit. so there are my two tiny recommendations; an egg beater and &lt;i&gt;fuzzy wuzzy&lt;/i&gt; blind cleaner. so, there's that. oh one more. yoga pants from &lt;i&gt;costco&lt;/i&gt;. i am a believer.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. i just discovered&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinkerlab.com/category/pre-school/"&gt;tinkerlab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, thanks to pinterest, and am all motivated to get back to (intentionally) providing homegrown&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/search/label/preschool%20projects"&gt;preschool projects&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for benj. we're off to purchase some foam sheets and sparkly pom poms for our art supply bin. what is more fun than being three and getting to egg-beat cinnamoney salt water and glue sparkly pom poms onto construction paper?! &lt;i&gt;do you have any kiddo activities and/or awesome kitchen gadgets i should know about?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-6364560014967491053?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/dADsSk7acsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/6364560014967491053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=6364560014967491053&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/6364560014967491053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/6364560014967491053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/dADsSk7acsQ/kitchen-duty-my-lightbulb-moment.html" title="kitchen duty / my lightbulb moment" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2XkIF010A0/Tx4_B3mm5XI/AAAAAAAASIg/BUYhslYSLDw/s72-c/gogreenie.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/kitchen-duty-my-lightbulb-moment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFRnY7fyp7ImA9WhRUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-7715807423095320303</id><published>2012-01-23T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:00:17.807-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T06:00:17.807-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="custom designs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="identity and branding" /><title>on the drawing board / simple type logos</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XLV0z4013g/TxzZDNV2YUI/AAAAAAAASGY/2JWGbtYEcdc/s1600/drawing_boardJAN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XLV0z4013g/TxzZDNV2YUI/AAAAAAAASGY/2JWGbtYEcdc/s576/drawing_boardJAN.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i've been commissioned by two photographers (both based in north carolina, friends too!) who needed a little facelift for their logos. everyone who needs a new logo wants a brand that &lt;i&gt;strikes a chord&lt;/i&gt; for their growing business (these photographers are fantastic; one specializes in senior shots, the other, weddings). simple, classic and a nudge of personality. i love designing logos. especially the ones with just a whirring of typography as the main ingredient. &lt;i&gt;you can always add in frills or graphics later. but i believe the strength lies in the base of the brand name.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;awaiting a client's decision for their perfect logo choice is terribly exciting and the process of collaborating with each other to create something to suit their needs is super fun too. i hope they won't mind me giving you a peek of their prototypes!&lt;br /&gt;
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happy monday everyone. hope it's productive.&amp;nbsp;we have a banana split party planned tonight with friends for &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/family/home-evening?lang=eng"&gt;family home evening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. talk about a good excuse to bust out the &lt;i&gt;magic shell&lt;/i&gt; (dan's ice cream topping of choice).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-7715807423095320303?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/DEdp92NjEkU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/7715807423095320303/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=7715807423095320303&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/7715807423095320303?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/7715807423095320303?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/DEdp92NjEkU/on-drawing-board-simple-type-logos.html" title="on the drawing board / simple type logos" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XLV0z4013g/TxzZDNV2YUI/AAAAAAAASGY/2JWGbtYEcdc/s72-c/drawing_boardJAN.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/on-drawing-board-simple-type-logos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CRH44eyp7ImA9WhRUEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-1608566238113090901</id><published>2012-01-21T13:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T16:51:05.033-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T16:51:05.033-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="favorite things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog + business" /><title>blogs of note / sifting through</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnY6eLdUyN8/Txpe295--_I/AAAAAAAASGI/7iqC7IRl_ik/s1600/blogpicks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnY6eLdUyN8/Txpe295--_I/AAAAAAAASGI/7iqC7IRl_ik/s576/blogpicks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of course friends and family blogs are going to stay on my radar. so i am carefully weeding the rest from the good (&lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; meaning, &lt;i&gt;worthwhile&lt;/i&gt;) blogs from my google reader. it is currently exploding with over 1,000 blog subscriptions. that's insane. no wonder i get so sucked in. i was totally suffocating with other people's ideas; i couldn't come up with any of my own. so i'm whittling down and making the most of what i read and am inspired by. i thought i'd share a few favorite blogs that seem to have stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.scoutshonorco.com/"&gt;scout's honor co.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designlovefest.com/"&gt;design love fest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; / new-to-me designers i admire. i love designers who have a &lt;i&gt;voice&lt;/i&gt;. these two have nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;a cup of jo&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creaturecomfortsblog.com/"&gt;creature comforts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designmom.com/"&gt;design mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; / longtime favorites, still daily reads.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://intothegloss.com/"&gt;into the gloss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebeautydepartment.com/"&gt;the beauty dept.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; / best beauty blogs to get my glitz and glamour fill.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://papercrave.com/"&gt;papercrave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohsobeautifulpaper.com/"&gt;ohsobeautifulpaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; / i love bloggers who have a passion for paper.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/blog/"&gt;ali edwards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/"&gt;elise joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://lovelife.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;kal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / continue to inspire me to create art. with my own two hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/"&gt;cjane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; / it's ironic that i read very few writer-ly blogs; but hers is addicting. her stories remind me of the magic (and power) of weaving words together.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pacingthepanicroom.blogspot.com/"&gt;pacing the panic room&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;/ wordy and honest; ryan writes it all out on the page. a writer and photographer. his blog is inspiring in the way that it is a genuine document of his life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://alltheloveintheuniverse.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is like stepping inside his world for a minute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caitlincreer.com/"&gt;caitlin creer interiors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlegreennotebook.blogspot.com/"&gt;little green notebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;/ dreamy house ideas for safekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplesong.typepad.com/home/"&gt;simple song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/"&gt;oh joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;/ lots of eye candy and inspiration to scroll upon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puglypixel.com/"&gt;pugly pixel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; / fantastic freebies and enthusiasm about graphic designey stuff. love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/"&gt;the rockstar diaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; / my fashion idol; the lipstick, her sparkle, the bikes. she's unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluelily.squarespace.com/"&gt;blue lily blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;/ living vicariously through their adventures. always glorious pics.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joliejoliedesign.com/"&gt;jolie jolie design&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.designformankind.com/"&gt;design for mankind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohhellofriendblog.com/"&gt;oh hello friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;/ stylish, cheerful, inspiration all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-1608566238113090901?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/OyoX4rnCWGE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/1608566238113090901/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=1608566238113090901&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1608566238113090901?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1608566238113090901?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/OyoX4rnCWGE/blogs-of-note-sifting-through.html" title="blogs of note / sifting through" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnY6eLdUyN8/Txpe295--_I/AAAAAAAASGI/7iqC7IRl_ik/s72-c/blogpicks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/blogs-of-note-sifting-through.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BQ309cSp7ImA9WhRUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-5856520817481599052</id><published>2012-01-20T14:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:22:32.369-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T18:22:32.369-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog + business" /><title>what was once nothing is now something.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvM-QdE-Ad4/TxnQi2BZ9AI/AAAAAAAASGA/xEDn9CsXw0c/s1600/impossible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvM-QdE-Ad4/TxnQi2BZ9AI/AAAAAAAASGA/xEDn9CsXw0c/s576/impossible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://society6.com/product/Elementary-1FO_Print/"&gt;elementary art print&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by john tibbott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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plenty of happy things are abounding. i feel lucky. today, since we awoke rather early, we ran to &lt;i&gt;target&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for no good reason (but found a few toddler lumberjack plaids for $3 each! hip hip!) and shared a &lt;i&gt;sausage mcmuffin&lt;/i&gt;. two major favorite splurges. since dan was on a mini business trip, we hung out with my parents (another favorite thing) and talked the night away until i fell asleep mid-sentence. another awesome event was running into the &lt;i&gt;grand america&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;last night to meet up with a friend for dinner (meeting for the very first time; ala julia child and her longtime penpal). i had serious jitters about the whole thing. the big conference &lt;i&gt;ALT &lt;/i&gt;is happening, so i definitely felt like i was crashing or spying. a wee bit exhilarating. i was just in the lobby, so it wasn't anything shady. but i ran into a few blog favorites! &lt;i&gt;hurrah!&lt;/i&gt; artist&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lovelife.typepad.com/"&gt;kal barteski&lt;/a&gt; was browsing the toy shop and i basically mauled her; she's such an inspiration to me. i loved chatting with her in real life; how genuine and kind she is. and then i saw brooke white (of &lt;i&gt;american idol&lt;/i&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://ohhappyday.com//"&gt;jordan ferney&lt;/a&gt; rushing by. i decided to admire from afar and not overdo it. and then i saw &lt;a href="http://justinhackworth.com/blog/"&gt;mr. justin hackworth&lt;/a&gt; and his wife, amy and chatted them up. i felt super happy to bump into them. they are nicer than nice and mighty talented.&lt;br /&gt;
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then my dear internet friend, &lt;a href="http://www.shepaperieblog.com/"&gt;suzanne of SHE paperie&lt;/a&gt; strolled by. she is a petite darling thing; holding a bundle of pretty packages practically toppling over. which, now i realize, was perfectly suitable for our first meeting. &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; is the queen of swoony packages draped with ribbons and colorful trimmings galore. it was unreal to meet someone in real life that i feel like i really&lt;i&gt; know&lt;/i&gt; via the internet / email exchanges. &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;i started talking and didn't stop for three hours. we went to a favorite cafe of mine and discussed blogging, how long posts take to write, divorcing &lt;i&gt;google reader&lt;/i&gt; (go suz!!), all things graphic design, all the good stuff i am missing at &lt;a href="http://www.shepaperieblog.com/"&gt;ALT&lt;/a&gt;, photoshop magic, our families, oprah, babies, logos, etc. i had been so nervous to meet her and have a pile of clothes still strewn on my bed of undecideds. meeting her was so refreshing and fun. to think, we would've never become penpals had she not emailed me a year ago and said she read my blog! the connection, the collaboration, the creativity exchange is my favorite part of all this. i love when almost impossible friendships are suddenly sitting right in front of your face, sharing a giant slab of bread pudding. &lt;i&gt;possibilities are closer than we know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;sometimes i forget that friendships are not just for fourth graders. it's good to branch out, especially as adults, and meet someone new. learn new things and listen to new stories. and share a bit about ourselves. even when it's a little scary and you don't have a thing to wear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. suz, this post took me a half hour. fyi. xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-5856520817481599052?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/i_LGoG2A_f0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/5856520817481599052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=5856520817481599052&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/5856520817481599052?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/5856520817481599052?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/i_LGoG2A_f0/what-was-once-nothing-is-now-something.html" title="what was once nothing is now something." /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvM-QdE-Ad4/TxnQi2BZ9AI/AAAAAAAASGA/xEDn9CsXw0c/s72-c/impossible.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/what-was-once-nothing-is-now-something.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGSHk7cSp7ImA9WhRVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-3784268494404981909</id><published>2012-01-18T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:48:49.709-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T13:48:49.709-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="favorite things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="color wheel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>inspiring me lately / charcoal &amp; mustard</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gdbc8Ke8JM/TxcttnATnMI/AAAAAAAASF0/VKHW2DuY-lk/s1600/color_wheel01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gdbc8Ke8JM/TxcttnATnMI/AAAAAAAASF0/VKHW2DuY-lk/s576/color_wheel01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
this color combo is nothing new but keeps popping up in my pins. i especially like that it can go chic and professional or youthful and approachable. sources: &lt;a href="http://lapetitemag.com/magazine/"&gt;la petite girl&lt;/a&gt; (love this look!) / &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/64084692/large-13-x-19-a-little-colorful-bird"&gt;peacock print&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/233694668133758134/"&gt;business cards&lt;/a&gt; /&lt;i&gt; boden&lt;/i&gt; cardigan (and &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Shirts/WA353/Womens-Scallop-Trim-Shirt.html"&gt;scallop blouse&lt;/a&gt;!) / &lt;a href="http://postercabaret.com/gallery/lisa-golightly/girl-in-the-yellow-suit-print-by-lisa-golightly.html"&gt;girl painting&lt;/a&gt; by lisa golightly / fabulous (fancy) &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.thefutureperfect.com/living/wilma-bench.html"&gt;wilma bench&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ today we celebrated a friend's happy happy news over a&lt;i&gt; rumbi&lt;/i&gt; salad. hip, hip.&lt;br /&gt;
+ we got in on a spontaneous story time at the bookshop. and were the only ones there.&lt;br /&gt;
+ dipped chocolate chip cookies in milk before naps.&lt;br /&gt;
+ am all caught up on laundry and ready to design pretty logos.&lt;br /&gt;
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have a happy wed-nes-day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-3784268494404981909?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/2XR0WE26jGg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/3784268494404981909/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=3784268494404981909&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/3784268494404981909?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/3784268494404981909?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/2XR0WE26jGg/inspiring-me-lately-gray-mustard.html" title="inspiring me lately / charcoal &amp; mustard" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gdbc8Ke8JM/TxcttnATnMI/AAAAAAAASF0/VKHW2DuY-lk/s72-c/color_wheel01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/inspiring-me-lately-gray-mustard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ARHk_eSp7ImA9WhRVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-6411918697827124963</id><published>2012-01-17T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:07:25.741-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T18:07:25.741-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="favorite things" /><title>i like lenka</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EoqyYepH8ks" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i've come to love this little disney preview (featuring the song &lt;i&gt;everything at once&lt;/i&gt;) and had to search the lyrics for the lovely lady singing it. it's from lenka. of course. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULHUqh-WQxE"&gt;here she is singing it&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the hotel cafe. i only know of her from another song she sings called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ViIV8mFD44&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;the show&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(which often shows up on my mix cds). and here is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oszGe2ZxHnI&amp;amp;feature=youtu.be"&gt;most darling cover of the tune&lt;/a&gt; ever, from &lt;i&gt;moneyball&lt;/i&gt;. just another good excuse to go to redbox.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;what are you listening to lately?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-6411918697827124963?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/iKpTUhFQkYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/6411918697827124963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=6411918697827124963&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/6411918697827124963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/6411918697827124963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/iKpTUhFQkYI/i-like-lenka.html" title="i like lenka" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/EoqyYepH8ks/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/i-like-lenka.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFQnk-eSp7ImA9WhRVGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-4076051659191541962</id><published>2012-01-17T06:05:00.022-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:41:53.751-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T20:41:53.751-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family gatherings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lists" /><title>good girl talk / topics</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciQojFsx3SA/TxUGVXkrsdI/AAAAAAAASFs/q-CrB-93iLY/s1600/vegas002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciQojFsx3SA/TxUGVXkrsdI/AAAAAAAASFs/q-CrB-93iLY/s576/vegas002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
spent martin luther king, jr. day with my sisters and all the kiddos and my mom. siblings are so awesome. sure, we get into deep conversations sometimes with controversial topics (usually around a roaring campfire). but when the girls get together, we can just skim the fat and dive right into the good chit chat (silly mindless topics husbands won't put up with for too long). we don't always agree–for example, half of us believe in paying good money for a haircut, the other half believes in going to any breathing body at&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;fantastic sam's &lt;/i&gt;for a quick trim. however, those who shall remain nameless were well endowed with&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;perfect hair&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;from the beginning&lt;i&gt;. they can't possibly understand&lt;/i&gt;–we always talk up a storm and learn a little too. (i have a list of books to read and mothering habits i should acquire.) and there is always a little poking fun at each other, for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;girl talk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
funny memories.&lt;br /&gt;
sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;
our kids. &lt;br /&gt;
our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;our hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
recent recipes.&lt;br /&gt;
blogs.&lt;br /&gt;
cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;
best household gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;
dieting.&lt;br /&gt;
non-dieting.&lt;br /&gt;
exercising.&lt;br /&gt;
best healthy snacks.&lt;br /&gt;
best brands of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;
facebook updates.&lt;br /&gt;
non-facebooking.&lt;br /&gt;
books to read.&lt;br /&gt;
songs to hear.&lt;br /&gt;
new musicians.&lt;br /&gt;
new&lt;i&gt; youtubes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;
bizarre dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
royal mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;
happy accidents.&lt;br /&gt;
embarrassing moments.&lt;br /&gt;
high school flames.&lt;br /&gt;
good movies.&lt;br /&gt;
lame movies.&lt;br /&gt;
so-so movies.&lt;br /&gt;
actors we can't remember the names of.&lt;br /&gt;
clothes.&lt;br /&gt;
shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
vanity sizing.&lt;br /&gt;
husbands.&lt;br /&gt;
kids.&lt;br /&gt;
politics (for two minutes, max.)&lt;br /&gt;
and again back to the hair.&lt;br /&gt;
fine hair vs.&amp;nbsp;curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;
blonde vs. brunette.&lt;br /&gt;
growth patterns.&lt;br /&gt;
the swoop bangs.&lt;br /&gt;
people we admire.&lt;br /&gt;
party ideas.&lt;br /&gt;
styles we want to attempt.&lt;br /&gt;
babies.&lt;br /&gt;
pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;
birth stories.&lt;br /&gt;
raising boys.&lt;br /&gt;
raising girls.&lt;br /&gt;
stories so funny they make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;
stories so sweet they make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;
and then before we can catch our breath,&lt;br /&gt;
it's time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;what are your favorite topics of discussion with your besties?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-4076051659191541962?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/qho1Y846-KM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/4076051659191541962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=4076051659191541962&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4076051659191541962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4076051659191541962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/qho1Y846-KM/good-girl-talk-topics.html" title="good girl talk / topics" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciQojFsx3SA/TxUGVXkrsdI/AAAAAAAASFs/q-CrB-93iLY/s72-c/vegas002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/good-girl-talk-topics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGRH45cCp7ImA9WhRVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-4674480561543180913</id><published>2012-01-16T06:11:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:17:05.028-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T08:17:05.028-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home tour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>one very big boy and his big boy room</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVTWVKJCNUs/TxIntRi6f-I/AAAAAAAASFk/BIG54LWt9GQ/s1600/choochoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVTWVKJCNUs/TxIntRi6f-I/AAAAAAAASFk/BIG54LWt9GQ/s576/choochoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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you and me spend wild amounts of time together. i love our sun filled afternoons and the mornings full of chores together; you zooming around me with toy in hand. (usually you'll stop to carefully place the soap packet into the nook of the dishwasher and close it with a bang.) i wonder about the future years which will undoubtedly be full of busy schedules, packed full of activities. i will likely look back on these &lt;i&gt;simple &lt;/i&gt;days and long for them in part of my heart. i remind myself how glorious these short years are; wherein i have your full attention and that &lt;i&gt;you want mine&lt;/i&gt;. we go on spontaneous outings to the library, to my favorite soup and sandwich shop, to the train table at &lt;i&gt;barnes &amp;amp; noble&lt;/i&gt;, to the toy section at&lt;i&gt; tj maxx&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;just to look.&lt;/i&gt; sometimes we'll go get a &lt;i&gt;jamba juice&lt;/i&gt; to share before naps. and somedays we stay in our jammies all day; shuffling around the house discussing alphabet sounds or imagining what&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;lightning mcqueen&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;might be up to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you are my little pal; so helpful and willing and curious. you love listening to stories and singing songs. and watching out for road signs when we drive. you want to know what they all say. you also like me to interpret what was said over the PA system at the grocery store. &lt;b&gt;you remind me how lively life is.&lt;/b&gt; it's more colorful than just a grocery list and a bunch of bananas in my cart. as if a parade / a circus is happening all around us; no matter where we are. the other day you spied a car parked inside the mall. it was shiny and red and likely a prize from a contest. i never would've thought twice about it; but you loved it and spent a few minutes dazzled by the thought of a real car parked&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;inside &lt;/i&gt;a building! you astound us with your language. the other day you said, &lt;i&gt;yeah, okay mom, that makes sense.&lt;/i&gt; and you're using words like &lt;i&gt;unfortunately..&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;actually...&lt;/i&gt; in correct context. and the other night you reported, &lt;i&gt;mom i'm not playing with my food. i'm doing science.&lt;/i&gt; and sometimes you call us by our names rather than &lt;i&gt;mom&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;dad&lt;/i&gt; which cracks us up. your limbs are lengthening and your torso is tight; every minute it seems like another pair of pants are too short. you are growing as fast as a speedy race car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;// a few things i want to remember.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
you prefer your waffles plain. no butter, syrup, or jam.&lt;br /&gt;
you do love sweets though and love that mom keeps a few in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;
you love using your flashlight every chance you get.&lt;br /&gt;
you recognize sweeper trucks, garbage trucks, excavators and more.&lt;br /&gt;
you still love &lt;i&gt;curious george&lt;/i&gt; and have added &lt;i&gt;berenstain bears&lt;/i&gt; to the storybook routine.&lt;br /&gt;
you love splashing in the tub and playing &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2011/04/preschool-project-sink-or-float.html"&gt;sink or float&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
(a dollop of shaving cream adds another half hour of fun.)&lt;br /&gt;
suddenly you have started grimacing dramatically at foods that look &lt;i&gt;gross&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
(usually the attempted healthy meals i've slaved over.)&lt;br /&gt;
you like reporting which numbers the&lt;i&gt; little hand&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;big hand&lt;/i&gt; are pointing to.&lt;br /&gt;
you have learned how to negotiate. very well. (just like your dad.)&lt;br /&gt;
you'd be happy to watch&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;cars 2&lt;/i&gt; every single day.&lt;br /&gt;
you know all the characters' names by heart.&lt;br /&gt;
your energy is unstoppable and you love piggy back rides&lt;br /&gt;
and hearing about when you were a baby.&lt;br /&gt;
we play make believe a lot, you like to pretend you're &lt;i&gt;huckle&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
you memorize words and phrases and songs quickly&lt;br /&gt;
and you'll repeat them back to me at random times,&lt;br /&gt;
(and shock me with such a good memory).&lt;br /&gt;
we read &lt;i&gt;little bear&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;stories over our lunch plates sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
i like that they're about a little bear and his mother bear.&lt;br /&gt;
you line your cars up precisely (and then crash them with pleasure).&lt;br /&gt;
i love when something reminds you of something else and you recall a happy occasion;&lt;br /&gt;
hey, remember my birthday party? remember taking the train to oma's house?&lt;br /&gt;
you love blueberries, yogurt raisins, fruit snacks (!) and string cheese.&lt;br /&gt;
whenever you and dad go out, you'll come home with chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;
your favorite &lt;a href="http://travelinoma.blogspot.com/2012/01/trust-your-instincts.html"&gt;bear recently got stitched up, thanks to opa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
you've taken a liking to markers and crayons. which makes mom super happy.&lt;br /&gt;
rough housing is your favorite thing to look forward to. which makes dad glad.&lt;br /&gt;
dinosaurs and action heroes have entered your interest.&lt;br /&gt;
but vehicles still trump any other toy.&lt;br /&gt;
(other moms seem to lament their boys' &lt;i&gt;thomas days&lt;/i&gt;. maybe i will too.&lt;br /&gt;
admittedly, &lt;i&gt;thomas the engine&lt;/i&gt; is cuter than &lt;i&gt;nerf&lt;/i&gt; guns. )&lt;br /&gt;
you love going to primary at church and being three is still a pretty big deal.&lt;br /&gt;
drinking anything through a straw is like a little luxury.&lt;br /&gt;
and taylor swift is on &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;favorites playlist.&lt;br /&gt;
recently you told me daddy was your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
i tuck you in and give you sloppy kisses.&lt;br /&gt;
(and eskimo kisses. and butterfly kisses.)&lt;br /&gt;
your voice makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;
your little steps give me purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
your morning climb-into-our-bed makes me warm&amp;nbsp;inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;// the bedroom details&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2011/09/simplicity-bike-poster-thumbtack-press.html"&gt;the bike print&lt;/a&gt; came (framed!) from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thumbtackpress.com/"&gt;thumbtack press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
he also has another unique&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2011/10/monogram-artwork-for-kiddos-one-little.html"&gt;print of his monogram&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;i&gt;etsy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
his quilt came from &lt;i&gt;amazon&lt;/i&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/70161301/"&gt;duvet from ikea&lt;/a&gt; and train sheets from &lt;i&gt;tj maxx&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
the walls are painted benjamin moore, &lt;i&gt;boothbay gray&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
his (favorite) &lt;i&gt;choo choo&lt;/i&gt; shirt from old navy.&lt;br /&gt;
the transportation mobile was a fantastic find at a local toy store.&lt;br /&gt;
(i love laying on his bed reading stories and chatting about it!)&lt;br /&gt;
ikea &lt;i&gt;expedit &lt;/i&gt;shelving holds his toys, &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2011/10/recently-including-peek-of-our-house.html"&gt;pictured here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
the red chair (a sweet baby gift from my sis!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2009/08/babys-first-year-book.html"&gt;has been around forever&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-4674480561543180913?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/3J_JCqvThf8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/4674480561543180913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=4674480561543180913&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4674480561543180913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4674480561543180913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/3J_JCqvThf8/one-very-big-boy-and-his-big-boy-room.html" title="one very big boy and his big boy room" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVTWVKJCNUs/TxIntRi6f-I/AAAAAAAASFk/BIG54LWt9GQ/s72-c/choochoo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/one-very-big-boy-and-his-big-boy-room.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMQH86eyp7ImA9WhRVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-2307132647141890336</id><published>2012-01-14T06:08:00.066-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T06:08:01.113-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T06:08:01.113-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snapshots" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>recently / january</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJHui12VCDo/TxCrWhMDL0I/AAAAAAAASEs/qWSiO9KOGoo/s1600/IMG_2380_850x849.shkl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJHui12VCDo/TxCrWhMDL0I/AAAAAAAASEs/qWSiO9KOGoo/s576/IMG_2380_850x849.shkl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ made &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mormon.org/book-of-mormon/"&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;bookmarks for the kids in my sunday school class. i made a goal to read from&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/i&gt; every day and see how it changes my life this year. i have a testimony of the truth of it and love the feeling it gives me. i learned early on that if you put God &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; in your life, everything else will somehow fit neatly into place (or filter out). this is the basis of my time management goal for 2012. (so far, it seems to be working. it takes discipline though not to fall back into bad habits!)&lt;br /&gt;
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+ dan and benji have gone skiing together a few times and love it. the tiny boots and ski rentals kill me every time. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ am attempting to meal plan again and stock up for two weeks of groceries at a time. (mostly because i dread going grocery shopping.) spreading my produce on the counter makes me feel all house-wifey and healthy. i even went to the trouble of removing all the fruit stickers and then, pressured dan into guessing why the produce looks so fresh. on another note, one of my resolutions is to start acting like the person i've always wanted to be. and i'm making small steps. i always wanted to be the kind of mom who keeps cookies on the counter; thus the &lt;i&gt;circus animals &lt;/i&gt;are a standard around here. the key is to stock something i know won't tempt me. different story if it was &lt;i&gt;pirate booty&lt;/i&gt; however...&lt;br /&gt;
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+ the first real snow arrived and the snow shoveling project began. it melted by afternoon, but was terribly precious to see them out there together.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ b found a new spot to drive his cars. the blinds are a perfect smooth ride. (next time i'll have to give him a dust rag.) i love seeing him explore little spaces and nooks and corners. i never would have imagined having a little boy could be&lt;i&gt; so much fun&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ baked a birthday cake for our friend, timmy. don't think i'll search for another recipe ever again. this &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2008/06/manly-piece-of-chocolate-cake.html"&gt;sour cream chocolate cake&lt;/a&gt; is our absolute favorite. and my buttercream frosting is whipped to death; real butter, powdered sugar, vanilla and a few tablespoons 2% milk. &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2011/04/mini-chocolate-cakes-baked-in-ramekins.html"&gt;remember when i baked them into mini's&lt;/a&gt;?! (the darling&lt;i&gt; hooray!&lt;/i&gt; cake topper was a gift from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://swoonpaperstudio.bigcartel.com/product/wooden-cupcake-toppers"&gt;swoon paper studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-2307132647141890336?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/vT2J8IfDc-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/2307132647141890336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=2307132647141890336&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/2307132647141890336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/2307132647141890336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/vT2J8IfDc-A/recently-january.html" title="recently / january" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJHui12VCDo/TxCrWhMDL0I/AAAAAAAASEs/qWSiO9KOGoo/s72-c/IMG_2380_850x849.shkl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/recently-january.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BQXg4eip7ImA9WhRVFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-4389930046962085521</id><published>2012-01-13T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:40:50.632-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T14:40:50.632-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gift ideas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>mr. oatmeal peanut butter chocolate toffee bar / a sweet sidekick</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVph4G7Lm0Y/TxCY2lEqqMI/AAAAAAAASEM/KKhRj0-zl-M/s1600/bars04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVph4G7Lm0Y/TxCY2lEqqMI/AAAAAAAASEM/KKhRj0-zl-M/s576/bars04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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let me introduce you to the delectable dessert bars i'll be toting to every party i'm invited to this year. seriously. these are my recent favorite find. to think, i almost threw out the magazine that this recipe was printed in! i almost didn't think i liked toffee that much! i almost didn't make them because i didn't have a &lt;i&gt;good excuse&lt;/i&gt;! luckily we were all hankering for a snack on sunday (i love setting a brick of butter out on the counter before church, just in case we need softened butter), so we whipped these puppies out. a giant 9x13 pan. and let them cool while taking a family nap. after downing a couple, i sliced them into squares (dividing and conquering is my way of saving myself from devouring them). the best thing about them is finding a few impromptu reasons to give them away (a playdate for benji, pop in visitors, to-go treats for dan, and a surprise sweet for a sick friend).&amp;nbsp;sharing is caring.&amp;nbsp;which makes me feel all the better. go make them. the &lt;i&gt;excuse&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to bake a batch will find you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Oatmeal Peanut Butter Chocolate Toffee Bars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;originally from Family Fun Magazine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1/2 cup butter (1 stick), at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;
3/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;
1 large egg yolk&lt;br /&gt;
1 1/2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 cup quick oats&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;
3 cups dark or semisweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;
1 cup toffee baking pieces (Hershey's &lt;i&gt;Heath&lt;/i&gt; brand)&lt;br /&gt;
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Heat the oven to 350°. Line a 9x13 baking pan with foil so that the ends extend over the edges of the pan by at least 2 inches. Spray foil with cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the large bowl of an electric mixer, beat the butter, peanut butter, sugar, and egg yolk on medium-high speed until the mixture is smooth and creamy, about 2 minutes, scraping down the sides of the bowl if necessary. Add the flour, oats, and salt and beat the mixture on low until the ingredients are just blended, about 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Press the mixture evenly into the bottom of the prepared pan. Bake the crust until it is golden brown, 15 to 20 minutes (be careful not to overbake).&lt;br /&gt;
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Remove the pan from the oven and scatter the chocolate chips evenly over the crust. Return the pan to the oven for 1 minute. Remove the pan again and, using a small offset spatula, spread the chocolate evenly over the crust. (Let your kiddos watch; spreading melted chocolate is like science.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sprinkle the toffee pieces over the chocolate, gently pressing them into place with the back of a large spoon.&amp;nbsp;Set the pan on a wire rack to cool until the chocolate has set, about 2 hours. Using the edges of the foil, lift the dessert from the pan, then cut it into squares.&amp;nbsp;For maximum freshness, store the bars in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;happy friday the thirteenth, everyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-4389930046962085521?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/UO0_xb3eDpM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/4389930046962085521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=4389930046962085521&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4389930046962085521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4389930046962085521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/UO0_xb3eDpM/mr-oatmeal-peanut-butter-chocolate.html" title="mr. oatmeal peanut butter chocolate toffee bar / a sweet sidekick" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVph4G7Lm0Y/TxCY2lEqqMI/AAAAAAAASEM/KKhRj0-zl-M/s72-c/bars04.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/mr-oatmeal-peanut-butter-chocolate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMSXc7eyp7ImA9WhRVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-3606080509749514356</id><published>2012-01-10T23:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:48:08.903-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T07:48:08.903-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog + business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>hello two thousand twelve. / am back in business.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLEfJZj04u8/Tw0hiafcu5I/AAAAAAAASEE/bUUrjEiXYJM/s1600/martawrites2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLEfJZj04u8/Tw0hiafcu5I/AAAAAAAASEE/bUUrjEiXYJM/s576/martawrites2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;custom portrait created by &lt;a href="http://www.hueandhum.com/"&gt;caitlin of hue &amp;amp; hum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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after two weeks (and a smashing new year rolling in, many thoughtful inspiring notes of encouragement and lots of productive housewifery tasks out of the way) i'm feeling new and shiny once again. i imagine this year is going to be like a buffed up penny found on a busy sidewalk and tucked into someone's loafer. &lt;i&gt;literally off on an adventure.&lt;/i&gt; i feel like i should give you / the blog an apology for doubting it and its awesomeness. i've come to some&lt;i&gt; serious&lt;/i&gt; realizations. because–there is no mistaking–i take blogging very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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for those of you on pins and needles, i finally found some clarity and am hoping that means better blogging in the future. (i also came across a killer recipe for those of you still eating sweets in 2012 which i'll be posting soon.) and most importantly, i had a major light bulb moment and (happily) realized it isn't &lt;i&gt;writing&lt;/i&gt; my blog that puts me in a slump, but something else altogether. i'll give you a hint. it starts with &lt;i&gt;google&lt;/i&gt; and ends with &lt;i&gt;reader.&lt;/i&gt; i'm a little bit more than obsessed with &lt;strike&gt;reading&lt;/strike&gt; browsing (way too many) blogs and am going to have to put a halt to some of that obsessive behavior. i figure if i can cut out kardashians, i can cut out excessive blog &lt;strike&gt;reading&lt;/strike&gt; browsing. suggestions welcome. &lt;i&gt;no addict likes confessing or cutting off the supply.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+&amp;nbsp;thank you for &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; efforts; especially in telling me why you blog, why you like blogs and why my little blog matters to you. oh my gosh, it was all so nice. and it really helped me figure stuff out. your comments are a big reason why i decided not to shut down comments. i know many bloggers find disabling comments as a helpful way to get back to basics. and i can see why in many ways; but in other ways, the organic conversation that reveals itself in the comment box is part of why blogging is so worthwhile in my eyes. so i'll keep fighting the tendency to count-the-comments and judge my self worth accordingly. more passionate writing. less writing for the masses.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ since pinterest is my other obsessive tendency, i'll be blogging less about &lt;i&gt;stuff i like, stuff i want, stuff i want you to know about, stuff that is super cute and i can't afford, stuff that i dream about, stuff i want to make someday, stuff to remember, stuff that inspires me etc.&lt;/i&gt; because i've probably pinned it already. so now, it's officially an extension of my blog. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/martawrites/"&gt;follow my pins here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ i have a bunch of clients and projects waiting in the wings, so i won't be posting daily like i used to. but i promise i'm back and ready for inspiration to hit. and when it does, i'll be writing again. (i even packed some &lt;a href="http://minimart.bigcartel.com/"&gt;oldies but goodies back into the shop too, just in time for valentines&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-3606080509749514356?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/ud8zjxxZMiU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/3606080509749514356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=3606080509749514356&amp;isPopup=true" title="37 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/3606080509749514356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/3606080509749514356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/ud8zjxxZMiU/hello-two-thousand-twelve-am-back-in.html" title="hello two thousand twelve. / am back in business." /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLEfJZj04u8/Tw0hiafcu5I/AAAAAAAASEE/bUUrjEiXYJM/s72-c/martawrites2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>37</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2012/01/hello-two-thousand-twelve-am-back-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08BRn8yfyp7ImA9WhRWEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-184065797591835522</id><published>2011-12-29T10:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:30:57.197-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T10:30:57.197-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notes to self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog + business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new york city" /><title>lets regroup / the woo &amp; woe of blogging</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dq-fLC-ekLM/TvyTOM2juWI/AAAAAAAASCw/VxCNTAIejG4/s1600/regroup01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dq-fLC-ekLM/TvyTOM2juWI/AAAAAAAASCw/VxCNTAIejG4/s576/regroup01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb6ASn77w0g/TvyTPOh3PbI/AAAAAAAASDI/khuANqQJ2WA/s1600/regroup04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb6ASn77w0g/TvyTPOh3PbI/AAAAAAAASDI/khuANqQJ2WA/s576/regroup04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgHcG8htH9U/TvyTPlgUMoI/AAAAAAAASDQ/MESZ5gQwbwE/s1600/regroup05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgHcG8htH9U/TvyTPlgUMoI/AAAAAAAASDQ/MESZ5gQwbwE/s576/regroup05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH0azJop4hQ/TvyTP_cD4YI/AAAAAAAASDY/Fj94XM-ovjA/s1600/regroup06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH0azJop4hQ/TvyTP_cD4YI/AAAAAAAASDY/Fj94XM-ovjA/s576/regroup06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos by me // at the MOMA on our last trip to &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/search/label/new%20york%20city"&gt;new york city.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
as of late, admittedly, the blog page has not been wooing me in its usual sugary sensationally tempting way. in the good old days i felt like a bee headed to its hive; with tales dripping of tasty honey. but. i am in a slump. slumpier than slump. as it is lasting longer than a slump should. i'm sorry to say i have been going through the motions, trying to keep up here. waiting for the romance of blogging to return. surely it will. hopefully it will; it's one of the only things i know how to do these days. and with that, i've sensed an unwelcome resentful chirping in my ear, as i scroll through glamorous / clever / riveting / crafty / homey / lovely post upon post in my google reader. so many out there photographing, documenting, creating, doing, writing and making. goal-oriented and intentional blogging; the best of its kind. while i sit here flapping my wings with all my might and never actually taking off. my blog feels misplaced suddenly, due to my uneasiness. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;likely it's only in my mind, i mean, who is really to say who belongs and who doesn't belong.&lt;/i&gt; still, there is a distinct doggy paddling happening here and i need to regroup and figure out what i want out of all this. i am somewhat chuckling inside because i know i have written seminars on why blogging is rad, which can be found in my archives. i should be my own best cheerleader on the subject. but i've been pondering this for months now and i haven't given myself the go ahead to find any real clarity. why do i blog. why should i blog. what is my message. what are my intentions with publishing my words for all to read. who is this for. where is it going. if anywhere. am i okay with a simple diary online or am i saying something more. what is the point of yet one more blog for people to scroll through. am i lending out anything with real genuine substance. i recently read something akin to: those who get what they want out of life have usually taken the time to figure out (precisely) what they &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;in life. why have i let the routine of it all cloud the vision of what i truly want.&lt;br /&gt;
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one of my favorite things about going to an art gallery, aside from viewing masterpieces close enough to study thick brush strokes, is watching how people react. how people tango back and forth slowly from frame to frame, or wait and tilt their heads awhile or sit down on a bench and write or rush through to the popular pieces or whisper in corners, letting the artwork set the mood. i like watching all of us, so varied, enjoying the same art in our own very personal ways. for years now, blogging has been my platform to put my words, my heart, out there. for anyone to come take a peek; to stay as long as they please or to skip around like rain on a rooftop. now, more than ever, i see how valuable our time is (yours and mine) and&lt;i&gt; i long to say something that matters; to you. to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i'll be back after i regroup.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. i promise this isn't a pity party. thank you for reading my blog; so many of you have stuck with me for years and i love that. i am flattered and happy some of you have reached out. this year i've been able to interact with readers on a very awesome level; letters, emails and even meetings. i like to know who you are and what &lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt; all about too. (somedays even i get sick of the one-sided conversation that a blog tends to be.) i've come to realize that i rather gain a friendship with a few of you than hoard the readership of the masses. i freed myself of wanting to be the biggest baddest best blogger out there a long time ago. letting go of the popularity contest is nice. a lot less pressure. still, there is something in me that is still trying to &lt;i&gt;keep up&lt;/i&gt;. i hope to rid myself of those feelings to compare and just be me. and let it all hang out. but this takes courage. and intention. and guts. and time. i need to find out why blogging should continue to be apart of my life. what am&lt;i&gt; i&lt;/i&gt; giving and what is &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; giving. and why is it worth the effort and time it takes. this is hopefully just the beginning of a year full of good changes and personal evolution. &lt;i&gt;wishing you a happy new year and some quiet time to figure out exactly what you'll make of it.&lt;/i&gt; xo.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.p.s. this post took me a little over an hour to write (and edit). but it was therapeutic and well worth it. i hope, if you're still reading, it will help you in some small way too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-184065797591835522?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/GKMovLTsyAg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/184065797591835522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=184065797591835522&amp;isPopup=true" title="83 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/184065797591835522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/184065797591835522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/GKMovLTsyAg/lets-regroup-woo-woe-of-blogging.html" title="lets regroup / the woo &amp; woe of blogging" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dq-fLC-ekLM/TvyTOM2juWI/AAAAAAAASCw/VxCNTAIejG4/s72-c/regroup01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>83</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2011/12/lets-regroup-woo-woe-of-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8EQnw7fCp7ImA9WhRWEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-6555787283489450676</id><published>2011-12-27T21:10:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:33:23.204-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T21:33:23.204-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family gatherings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snapshots" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adventures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>recently / christmas 2011</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPtH6THhcXk/TvqPV1y8ioI/AAAAAAAASBc/wworCcIKdwk/s1600/christmasing_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPtH6THhcXk/TvqPV1y8ioI/AAAAAAAASBc/wworCcIKdwk/s576/christmasing_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAUuvShWOaY/TvqPbpc2fTI/AAAAAAAASCU/vAIUAs3QmCo/s1600/christmasing_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAUuvShWOaY/TvqPbpc2fTI/AAAAAAAASCU/vAIUAs3QmCo/s576/christmasing_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;here are a few of my favorite things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
+ the nativity scenes and christmas lights all aglow on temple square. it's my favorite way of getting into the true spirit of christmas. i love walking around the visitor's center (even with the crowds!) and viewing all the wonderful &lt;a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng"&gt;messages about Christ&lt;/a&gt;. the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/bible-videos?lang=eng"&gt;simple bible videos&lt;/a&gt; are something we watch every sunday morning before church.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
+ we bundled up and even caught a choir performing downtown. (i have no qualms about wearing big furry russian hats in public, i deem it one of the best things dan brought into our marriage!) benji loved the giant nutcrackers and the horse carriages carrying families in the brisk night air. it was a thrill to feel &lt;i&gt;christmas is coming&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
+ on christmas eve, we ventured into the snowy mountains for a winter walk (not enough powder to snowshoe!). but it was sunny and the snowy hills sparkled like diamonds; which makes all the effort worthwhile. my family gathered at my sister's for turkey and all the fixin's. everything was delicious. it was a classic family night with games and the nativity story, singing carols, little cousins, presents and togetherness. the best gift of all; opa was kind enough to patch up benji's bear! just in time for christmas. we all went to bed with sugarplums a-dancing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
+ christmas day was spent at home; cozy in slippers and cuddled in quilts. it was magic. santa pleased everyone. i attempted my mom's &lt;i&gt;thinnies &lt;/i&gt;(swedish crepes) and rolled them up with sugar and butter for breakfast. wassail washed them down. it took me back to being seven. i was so glad they turned out. we played with trains and cars until church began and then came home to play some more. leaving the mess all the while. dan cooked up a mighty fine stew for christmas supper.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;hope yours was so merry and bright.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;wishing you a happy new year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;xo. m, d &amp;amp; b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p.s. dan gave me a night to the movies! we saw the new &lt;i&gt;Sherlock Holmes &lt;/i&gt;and loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-6555787283489450676?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/Ai35wT_v9H8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/6555787283489450676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=6555787283489450676&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/6555787283489450676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/6555787283489450676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/Ai35wT_v9H8/recently-christmas-2011.html" title="recently / christmas 2011" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPtH6THhcXk/TvqPV1y8ioI/AAAAAAAASBc/wworCcIKdwk/s72-c/christmasing_03.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2011/12/recently-christmas-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FQH0_fSp7ImA9WhRXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-1779586334420353485</id><published>2011-12-20T10:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:43:31.345-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T18:43:31.345-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><title>five days away / thoughts twirling</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QbFeStUL2M/TvC616Y_g7I/AAAAAAAASBI/9noGyi-ENww/s1600/IMG_2243_400x533.shkl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QbFeStUL2M/TvC616Y_g7I/AAAAAAAASBI/9noGyi-ENww/s640/IMG_2243_400x533.shkl.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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today b and i have wrapping to do and folding to do and cleaning to do. we're kicking it inside the cottage. (yesterday was errand day. i seem to clump them together; we'll have a go-go-go day and then a restful day.) not that today will be much rest. &lt;i&gt;it's five days away!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;i can hardly believe it. i have &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2010/03/enthusiastic-chicken-tortilla-soup_23.html"&gt;broth&lt;/a&gt; bubbling on the stove as we speak. and crumbs from breakfast on the floor for sweeping up. and a counter full of sweets; which i am rearranging and hiding from myself. i watched &lt;i&gt;sleepless in seattle&lt;/i&gt; last night (christmas means meg ryan marathons for me) and loved it even more (is that possible!?) and then i saw this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKRmw0fEM44"&gt;david archuleta special announcement&lt;/a&gt; today (sent from my sis amy) and felt completely happy inside. (p.s. i really like a man who can pull off plum-colored pants!) am loving danni's &lt;a href="http://www.ohhellofriendblog.com/2011/12/reflection.html"&gt;sweet thoughtful reflections too&lt;/a&gt;. and danyelle's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dandee-designs.com/2011/12/christmas-in-jar.html"&gt;christmas in a jar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is pretty perfect. must remember for next year. randi's &lt;a href="http://swoonstudio.blogspot.com/2011/12/crafts-with-kids-salt-dough-ornaments.html"&gt;salt dough ornaments&lt;/a&gt; look so charming and i'm wondering if i have the energy to make one more batch of christmas cookies. these &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2011/12/chocolate-peppermint-sandwich-cookies/"&gt;peppermint chocolate babies&lt;/a&gt; are tempting me. speaking of sweets, i'm in charge of dessert come christmas eve. am wondering if i should do something traditional like &lt;a href="http://www.martawrites.com/2009/12/family-snapshot-and-family-recipe.html"&gt;my mom's rice pudding&lt;/a&gt; or something surprising like a banana split bar. thoughts?! p.s.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bright-eyeddelicious.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-series-dark-chocolate-bark.html"&gt;doesn't claire's dark chocolate bark look divine&lt;/a&gt;?!&amp;nbsp;if i were to host a new year's party, i may whip up this gorgeous &lt;a href="http://www.youaremyfave.com/2011/12/07/an-ornament-chandelier-is-my-fave/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+YouAreMyFave+%28you+are+my+fave%29"&gt;diy chandelier&lt;/a&gt;. it looks so frosty and wintery. and this &lt;a href="http://www.frolic-blog.com/frolic/2011/12/new-styling-work-a-forest-picnic-for-kinfolk-magazine.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+frolic+%28%7Bfrolic%21%7D%29"&gt;foresty photo shoot by chelsea is stunning&lt;/a&gt;. everything little detail.&lt;br /&gt;
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happy december twentieth. make your list and check it twice. then snuggle in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-1779586334420353485?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/KbG0lETg_90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/1779586334420353485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=1779586334420353485&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1779586334420353485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1779586334420353485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/KbG0lETg_90/five-days-away-thoughts-twirling.html" title="five days away / thoughts twirling" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QbFeStUL2M/TvC616Y_g7I/AAAAAAAASBI/9noGyi-ENww/s72-c/IMG_2243_400x533.shkl.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2011/12/five-days-away-thoughts-twirling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDRn4ycCp7ImA9WhRXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-4274646520332057910</id><published>2011-12-19T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:14:37.098-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T12:14:37.098-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family gatherings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snapshots" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parties" /><title>a (candlelit) christmasy cousins party</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtuuTfCF5kQ/Tu-G1FPnayI/AAAAAAAASAY/l_1AQ8Hdc08/s1600/party_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtuuTfCF5kQ/Tu-G1FPnayI/AAAAAAAASAY/l_1AQ8Hdc08/s576/party_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YD-kOgIAaNQ/Tu-G3sXFDVI/AAAAAAAASA4/00fTySNRuTQ/s1600/party_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YD-kOgIAaNQ/Tu-G3sXFDVI/AAAAAAAASA4/00fTySNRuTQ/s576/party_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;a christmas cousins girls night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
+ the sistas, cousins and aunts all gathered in the cottage for a night to remember. everyone showed up in comfortable clothes for a cozy night and a yoga class. i didn't have a stitch of makeup on. &lt;i&gt;aren't all my relatives so cute?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
+ one boy was allowed. (i love that little slug phase.) baby josh is so darling, i loved cuddling him.&lt;br /&gt;
+ the best part of the night was a yoga session by &lt;a href="http://whitdespaincreates.blogspot.com/"&gt;whit&lt;/a&gt;! (who is also expecting her first babe! hooray.)&amp;nbsp;down dogs and warrior ones by the twinkling christmas tree. exactly what we all needed.&lt;br /&gt;
+ a pot luck supper; so many savory and sweet choices.&lt;br /&gt;
+ red stripey straws and sparkling cranberry apple.&lt;br /&gt;
+ tons of non-stop chit chat and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.utahtruffles.com/"&gt;utah truffles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; chocolate mint bars for favors (i love the gold wrappers).&lt;br /&gt;
+ &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theticketkitchen.com/"&gt;ticket kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hot chocolate sticks (sadly, i was saving them til the end and was unable to serve our mugs of cocoa.. no electricity! am saving them for christmas eve instead).&lt;br /&gt;
+ during our second helpings of dinner, the music, lights, twinkle lights, and heat suddenly switched off! the whole street was dark and we hustled around (illuminated&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;iphones&lt;/i&gt; in hand) for candles and flashlights. everyone was a good sport, but i was ill prepared! luckily i had a bunch of pillars on hand for candlelight and a basket of blankets. everyone huddled together for warmth, bundled up in quilts and we finished the evening with more chatting and a gift exchange. we kept the chocolate truffles going too. no one seemed to mind that all the lights were out! in fact, it created the perfect christmasy atmosphere. they thought maybe i had rigged it! we talked the night away. the power didn't come on until the next morning. it was fun for me to wake up to blasting holiday tunes and yummy leftovers. &lt;i&gt;thanks, girlies for making the night so special.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-4274646520332057910?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/2eYrlyp5muk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/4274646520332057910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=4274646520332057910&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4274646520332057910?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/4274646520332057910?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/2eYrlyp5muk/candlelit-christmasy-cousins-party.html" title="a (candlelit) christmasy cousins party" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtuuTfCF5kQ/Tu-G1FPnayI/AAAAAAAASAY/l_1AQ8Hdc08/s72-c/party_01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2011/12/candlelit-christmasy-cousins-party.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHR3gzfCp7ImA9WhRXEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-8426423288857354871</id><published>2011-12-17T19:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:05:36.684-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T12:05:36.684-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="around the house" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snapshots" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="with child" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parties" /><title>recently / holiday happenings</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqWET325cDU/Tu1HHCXlUrI/AAAAAAAAR_M/gxcVoMhngEU/s1600/holiday_00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqWET325cDU/Tu1HHCXlUrI/AAAAAAAAR_M/gxcVoMhngEU/s576/holiday_00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ just when i wondered if my card / wreath display was way too ginormous, it became the &lt;i&gt;fave&lt;/i&gt; of the season. i got it on coupon at &lt;i&gt;michaels&lt;/i&gt; and will likely be hanging it in the kitchen year after year. thank you for the christmas cards; isn't opening up your mailbox the best at christmastime!!?&lt;br /&gt;
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+ the dessert buffet with my in-laws: apple cake, cherry coconut joys, lemon chex mix, peanut butter &amp;amp; chocolate cookies, soft gingersnaps, caramelitas, sour stars and more. david brought a homemade pumpkin roll(!) which was the star of the show.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ the best part of hosting a dessert open house is having enough leftovers to take to neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;
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+ not only has santa come to town, but H&amp;amp;M too. hip hip hooray. we hit it at ten a.m. and quickly zipped out. will have to do a thorough visit without toddler in tow. i texted dan and told him i was very much in my happy place. the kids section is surprisingly crawling with &lt;i&gt;lightening mcqueen&lt;/i&gt; clothes, so benji was too.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ i started wondering about all the crazy stories the &lt;i&gt;mall santa&lt;/i&gt; has in his satchel when he heads home to mrs. claus. don't you think he must see it all?! benj hopped on his lap and started chatting it up like old pals. &lt;i&gt;can i show santa my band-aid?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ unexpected packages arriving.&lt;i&gt; love the shredded paper packaging.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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+ blowing bubbles in the bathroom; best indoor activity.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ wrapping (and rocking) around the christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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+ chocolates all lined up for girl's night out favors. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utahtruffles.com/"&gt;utah's truffles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; are the best; the mint and dark chocolate flavors are our favorites. they melt in your mouth. i saved a few for stockings too. the local company kindly sent enough for us to share with our guests!&lt;i&gt; thank you, utah truffles. &lt;/i&gt;more party pictures to come. we partied the power out.&lt;i&gt; seriously.&lt;/i&gt; it was kind of awesome. &lt;i&gt;psst. the cute christmas runner is a gift from my &lt;a href="http://latimerlane.blogspot.com/search/label/Quilts"&gt;quilting cousin&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-8426423288857354871?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/qMjCiq0rboU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/8426423288857354871/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=8426423288857354871&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/8426423288857354871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/8426423288857354871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/qMjCiq0rboU/recently-holiday-happenings.html" title="recently / holiday happenings" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqWET325cDU/Tu1HHCXlUrI/AAAAAAAAR_M/gxcVoMhngEU/s72-c/holiday_00.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2011/12/recently-holiday-happenings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FRH0yfCp7ImA9WhRXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513923.post-1845956296852480278</id><published>2011-12-15T19:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:03:35.394-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T22:03:35.394-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="favorite things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gift ideas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas collection" /><title>chiming in... and jennifer aniston's perfume</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3cOn6Pfof4/Tuqj687z_6I/AAAAAAAAR_E/qUt5zb9HZjg/s1600/jen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3cOn6Pfof4/Tuqj687z_6I/AAAAAAAAR_E/qUt5zb9HZjg/s640/jen.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;hello hello.&lt;/i&gt; this post is going to be random and short. christmas is coming and my house is a wreck. benji came down into my 'wrapping room' and said, &lt;i&gt;woah! mom, this is a gi-gan-tic mess.&lt;/i&gt; and the kitchen is no different. however i did just whip up an amazing pink poppyseed salad dressing for tomorrow night's girls night out. it's&amp;nbsp;luscious&amp;nbsp;and will be drizzled over a grapefruit avocado green salad. i'm excited to play hostess again; we're doing yoga, a gift exchange and eating lots of food. and serving up some chocolate to round out the evening.&lt;br /&gt;
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but still this post is all about smelling &lt;i&gt;jennifer aniston&lt;/i&gt;. sure i love her on &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt;. sure, her haircuts are amazing. her highlights, the best. and the way she keeps churning out sub-par movies and the public still woos over her is something to be admired. but i highly doubted her perfume, as i do all celebrity named perfumes&amp;nbsp;(and was annoyed, as usual, at her scantily clad on the beach advertisements. how cliche can we be, jen?!). in my opinion, most celebrity perfumes are crazy money making opportunities and way too powerfully scented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;while on the subject, anyone smelled t. swift's new fragrance? once i thought i liked kim kardashian's fragrance until i walked out of the store and couldn't wait to wash my arm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and i can never get over the pictures of the idol cozying up awkwardly to their bottle of perfume (see above).&amp;nbsp;some of the nicer versions are better kept scenting my underwear drawer than my skin.&lt;br /&gt;
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bottom line, i am delighted to report that &lt;i&gt;jennifer aniston&lt;/i&gt; smells amazing. &lt;i&gt;do you love it like i do?&lt;/i&gt; so light and refreshing that when the&lt;i&gt; sephora&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;employee sprayed it on a little strip of paper and held it up to my nose,&lt;i&gt; i couldn't even smell it&lt;/i&gt;. which i took as a good sign. intrigued, i spritzed a little on my arms and walked around the mall, waited in line to see santa, browsed the new &lt;i&gt;h&amp;amp;m&lt;/i&gt;, smelling myself all the while. it's light and clean. i can't put my finger on the exact aroma but i genuinely like it. so much so i texted dan about it. in the past, i've loved scents like &lt;i&gt;fresh sugar&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; philosophy&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;romance &lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;clean&lt;/i&gt;. so it's along those lines. as per usual, jen aniston has broken all the rules and is pushing a product to be proud of. it officially made my wish list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sephora&lt;/i&gt; has a &lt;a href="http://sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P291400&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;rollerball&lt;/a&gt; of it for only $18. no &lt;i&gt;scents&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;or cents?!&lt;/i&gt;) in paying a fortune for perfume this season. okay, that's all. happy weekend-ing.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. am &lt;a href="http://minimart.bigcartel.com/"&gt;closing up shop&lt;/a&gt; soon. if you'd like some mini diaries for christmas, please place your orders this weekend! thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513923-1845956296852480278?l=www.martawrites.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/martawrites/~4/hW3jKq3_ZPA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.martawrites.com/feeds/1845956296852480278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513923&amp;postID=1845956296852480278&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1845956296852480278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513923/posts/default/1845956296852480278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/martawrites/~3/hW3jKq3_ZPA/chiming-in-and-jennifer-anistons.html" title="chiming in... and jennifer aniston's perfume" /><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027406340527614561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/4081/200/getty.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3cOn6Pfof4/Tuqj687z_6I/AAAAAAAAR_E/qUt5zb9HZjg/s72-c/jen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.martawrites.com/2011/12/chiming-in-and-jennifer-anistons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

