<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686</id><updated>2012-02-13T11:02:05.302-08:00</updated><category term='crayons'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='recycling'/><category term='etsy'/><title type='text'>hammer and a nail</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-4178603776259931959</id><published>2010-01-18T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:45:01.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Former Repressed Apartment Dweller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/S1Y1zvr7LuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ab_BSBoSFU4/s1600-h/DSCN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428585563932012258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/S1Y1zvr7LuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ab_BSBoSFU4/s320/DSCN0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/S1Y1zPuA9_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/boys0gST0pY/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428585555350845426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/S1Y1zPuA9_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/boys0gST0pY/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been missing apartment living. We have been having problems with our electric. And slowly improving our house, with many jobs half done. I don't have any trim in my bedroom. The kitchen is half red, half shitty greasy off white. And on and on and on. And oh, the mortgage payment. I miss having someone shovel my walk and mow the grassy patches near my front door. And if the heater broke or the toilet got clogged someone came over and fixed it immediately (more immediately than in my house anyway). But then I remember what I hated about apartments. &lt;em&gt;The white walls.&lt;/em&gt; I felt like they were closing in on me and making me crazy. I dreamed about every wall being a different color and being able to hang up as many pictures as I wanted without worrying about the damn holes. And that is why my living room now looks like this. And I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-4178603776259931959?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/4178603776259931959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=4178603776259931959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4178603776259931959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4178603776259931959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2010/01/confessions-of-former-repressed.html' title='Confessions of a Former Repressed Apartment Dweller'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/S1Y1zvr7LuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ab_BSBoSFU4/s72-c/DSCN0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-7612749289829310689</id><published>2009-10-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:09:40.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Hello Kitty Birthday Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SucpD0XrvJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ANk_ovI2j0I/s1600-h/DSCN0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397327824001154194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SucpD0XrvJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ANk_ovI2j0I/s320/DSCN0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SucpDc20KtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/53uxvNUWxe4/s1600-h/DSCN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397327817689279186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SucpDc20KtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/53uxvNUWxe4/s320/DSCN0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suggested to my daughter that this year we could have her birthday party at a fun place this year, like a rec center or goofy golf and whatnot kind of place. I was excited at the thought of not cleaning my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; and making food for everyone and not cleaning up any mess when it was over. Win-win, right? Well, she said she wanted a Hello Kitty party at our house with a pinata in the backyard, because that would&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;be &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;. So I get out the broom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dust rag&lt;/span&gt; and cookbooks and got to work. I made the pinata and was quite proud of myself until I burned a couple of good sized blisters into my hands with the hot glue gun (it is a dangerous tool, people!). In the end we had a lovely party with all sorts of family and friends. And now I have an entire year to figure out how to persuade her to agree to a party elsewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-7612749289829310689?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/7612749289829310689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=7612749289829310689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7612749289829310689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7612749289829310689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-kitty-birthday-bonanza.html' title='Hello Kitty Birthday Bonanza'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SucpD0XrvJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ANk_ovI2j0I/s72-c/DSCN0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-6096241802465074319</id><published>2009-09-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:00:37.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Summer's Beginning To Give Up Her Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SrEne5fNwII/AAAAAAAAAGA/aQpy-Ur-i-s/s1600-h/DSCN0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382126441465757826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SrEne5fNwII/AAAAAAAAAGA/aQpy-Ur-i-s/s320/DSCN0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens every year and I always think next year will be different. Summer is ending and I've forgotten to savor every minute of it before the nasty winter comes barreling in. We got so caught up in getting ready for school and not having enough work and repainting our kitchen cupboards (still not done) that summer has sailed right passed us. We didn't get to go camping this summer and we got such a huge, lovely tent last year. Totally missed the state fair. Couldn't quite fit in that trip to Michigan to visit relatives, and watch the wonder on Willow's face when we cross state lines, &lt;em&gt;because it's more magical there.&lt;/em&gt; But there isn't time to mourn the death of summer because there are school field trips, birthday parties to plan, and a million other things I need to do this fall. But before it's too late, maybe we can squeeze in a couple of more nights catching lightning bugs, or go see daddy's band play one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-6096241802465074319?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/6096241802465074319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=6096241802465074319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/6096241802465074319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/6096241802465074319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-summers-beginning-to-give-up-her.html' title='When Summer&apos;s Beginning To Give Up Her Fight'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SrEne5fNwII/AAAAAAAAAGA/aQpy-Ur-i-s/s72-c/DSCN0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-1017782081920672419</id><published>2009-09-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:09:22.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart Lovelies</title><content type='html'>I just can't stop looking. &lt;a href="http://peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; website makes me simultaneously want to spend all my free time at Walmart and never go there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-1017782081920672419?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/1017782081920672419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=1017782081920672419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1017782081920672419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1017782081920672419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/09/walmart-lovelies.html' title='Walmart Lovelies'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-6990009058459127861</id><published>2009-09-07T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:55:36.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>So, Willow was playing with her cousin recently and he was telling her about bad guys, the bad guys that his dad catches at work (he's a cop) and Willow says "Bad guys? I thought God washed all the bad guys away! Are they coming here?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-6990009058459127861?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/6990009058459127861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=6990009058459127861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/6990009058459127861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/6990009058459127861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/09/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-705300339761635801</id><published>2009-06-18T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:26:45.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperventilating</title><content type='html'>Comfest starts in seven days. I need at least three weeks of preparation. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-705300339761635801?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/705300339761635801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=705300339761635801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/705300339761635801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/705300339761635801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/06/hyoerventilating.html' title='Hyperventilating'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-2660581499853191746</id><published>2009-06-18T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:46:41.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribbit</title><content type='html'>My husband found some wee baby frogs at a job site this week and they have now taken up residence in my living room in a HUGE aquarium. It started off as one tiny frog (think the size of a nickel) and he thought it was just SO cute that he had to bring it home. So we made a little habitat for it in a five gallon bucket and it really is just so cute. The next day he brings home two more. "They were right by my truck. I didn't want to run them over, so I brought them home." So the next day here he comes with a giant plastic container with FIVE, count 'em, five more frogs. We had to borrow a large aquarium and make them a little frog jungle. They really are very cute and the kids are getting quite good at bug catching to feed the frogs. But seriously, one more frog and it's either them or him. Anyone want a frog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-2660581499853191746?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/2660581499853191746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=2660581499853191746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/2660581499853191746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/2660581499853191746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/06/ribbit.html' title='Ribbit'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-7067760433512708674</id><published>2009-06-14T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:50:47.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjVRb54xQ3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_4Jwb2jiyvo/s1600-h/DSCN0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347269672409580402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjVRb54xQ3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_4Jwb2jiyvo/s320/DSCN0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Willow had her second sleepover with her best bud Finn. This time around we let them do all sorts of magical grown up things that she had been asking to do, like go to the park after dark and catch lightening bugs, have cookies and milk right before bed, and watch a movie AFTER bedtime. Well, you will be glad to know it was all a smashing success. We caught thirty lightening bugs with the help of the neighborhood kids. They learned about dunking cookies in milk, after which I heard, "Mom, why didn't you ever tell me about this? Do you keep ALL the good secrets?" And three Scooby Doo videos later when I had to tell them that, seriously, it is time for bed, all I&lt;br /&gt;could think was, you guys were so much cuter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjVRbuslPyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D0Z1XhKnvf0/s1600-h/DSCN0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347269669405671202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjVRbuslPyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D0Z1XhKnvf0/s320/DSCN0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year when your little four year old brains couldn't stay up past ten. It was MIDNIGHT! My five year old can now stay up until midnight. It's all down hill from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. we let all of the lightening bugs go, except for the one that got smushed in the lid. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjVRbuslPyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D0Z1XhKnvf0/s1600-h/DSCN0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-7067760433512708674?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/7067760433512708674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=7067760433512708674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7067760433512708674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7067760433512708674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-fields-forever.html' title='Strawberry Fields Forever'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjVRb54xQ3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_4Jwb2jiyvo/s72-c/DSCN0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-1493729775776085275</id><published>2009-06-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:27:29.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crayons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><title type='text'>Fancy Pants Recycled Crayons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjFaZ3LfetI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GMSOEO7Qhk/s1600-h/DSCN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346153633020869330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjFaZ3LfetI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GMSOEO7Qhk/s320/DSCN0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have added something new to our &lt;a href="http://www.auntiebellumgoods.etsy.com/"&gt;etsy shop&lt;/a&gt; that I'm really excited about. We had a bunch of old broken crayons and turned them into new fun crayons! What a fantastic idea! I know other people have done this too but I love them none the less. They are the perfect thing to pull out of your purse with some blank paper while you are waiting with your kids somewhere or running errands or whatever. My daughter thought I was magic when I showed them to her. And who wants to throw crayons away? So far we have transportation, sports, flowers, cat and mouse, and hearts. Come check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-1493729775776085275?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/1493729775776085275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=1493729775776085275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1493729775776085275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1493729775776085275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/06/fancy-pants-recycled-crayons.html' title='Fancy Pants Recycled Crayons'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SjFaZ3LfetI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GMSOEO7Qhk/s72-c/DSCN0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-9020225571242169795</id><published>2009-06-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:08:12.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oldest Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SiwPZai7TeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nan122su43o/s1600-h/DSCN0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344663787078897122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SiwPZai7TeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nan122su43o/s320/DSCN0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too long ago, while cleaning out my grandfather's barn, I came acrossed these two lovely ladies, which I haven't seen since I was five. My grandfather, who was a carpenter, passed away a couple of years ago and we have started to go through his barn. It is full of mainly tools and wood and half finished pieces of furniture, but amidst all of that, tucked into a corner were my favorite dollies in the world. I remember going out to the barn with him to watch him make all sorts of magnificent furniture. Apparently at one point I left the dolls there and he tucked them away. I can't describe the joy I felt when I found them. It felt a little silly, but I LOVED these dolls. They were my security blanket for so many years. I'm sad that they have an air of neglect about them. I want to know how to clean them without hurting them further. Dirt or not, I'm so pleased to have them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-9020225571242169795?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/9020225571242169795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=9020225571242169795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/9020225571242169795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/9020225571242169795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-oldest-friends.html' title='My Oldest Friends'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SiwPZai7TeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nan122su43o/s72-c/DSCN0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-6008440703151789393</id><published>2009-06-02T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:17:32.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party with a Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SiVefdqcLDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TpCoGFxWr9w/s1600-h/auntiebellum%27sgoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342780427576552498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SiVefdqcLDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TpCoGFxWr9w/s320/auntiebellum%27sgoods.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comfest is quickly approaching and I can't wait! Since becoming a vendor a few years ago I don't get to enjoy comfest like I used to, but I love it all the same. Thousands and thousands of people coming together to enjoy music and such. It really makes our growing metropolis feel like a community. But.... now I have to step up production in our little shop and hope to God that business picks up from last year. I have high hopes that everything will work. And maybe the queens of comfest will put our booth in the grass this year! And maybe we'll be able to hear the music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-6008440703151789393?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/6008440703151789393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=6008440703151789393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/6008440703151789393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/6008440703151789393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/06/party-with-purpose.html' title='Party with a Purpose'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SiVefdqcLDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TpCoGFxWr9w/s72-c/auntiebellum%27sgoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-4851097292144933961</id><published>2009-05-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:09:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ShQc5j628GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pgaYY18XPqU/s1600-h/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923233561112674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ShQc5j628GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pgaYY18XPqU/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willow graduated from preschool. The bigger she gets, the harder time I have believing that she was once a tiny baby that came from me. She is so grown up with her own ideas and plans (because my ideas and plans are ALL WRONG). She is already planning where she wants to go to college so she can study worms and potato bugs. She informed me that she is ready for her own phone and her own kitten. She knows the boy she is going to marry. And so on and so on. But for today we are just going to celebrate the end of preschool and not focus on all of the plans she has made for the future. Congratulations my little Graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. How DO you flip a picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-4851097292144933961?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/4851097292144933961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=4851097292144933961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4851097292144933961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4851097292144933961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ShQc5j628GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pgaYY18XPqU/s72-c/DSCN0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-4305713269959421608</id><published>2009-05-06T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:56:48.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Charter Schools!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was election day and our school system had a levy on the ballot. It was quite cheap, only $22 a year for a hundred thousand dollar house. And it was going to save our school system from the depths of despair. And it didn't pass. I am SO disappointed. I had a feeling this would happen, however, and we signed Willow up for kindergarten at a lovely charter school. But our school system will no longer have sports, clubs, or school funded recreation of any kind! No band! When I go to the grocery store I won't be able to hear the marching band in the field practicing. And they were good! The music has died, and it is your fault! (if you live in my neighborhood) What the hell is wrong with you, community?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-4305713269959421608?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/4305713269959421608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=4305713269959421608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4305713269959421608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4305713269959421608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-for-charter-schools.html' title='Yay for Charter Schools!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-1075822778608545281</id><published>2009-04-29T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:57:45.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Tucker wakes up this morning with a runny nose and I immediately slip into neurotic mode. SWINE FLU! I was certain for a while it was swine flu and we are All Going To Die. I didn't use to worry about crap like that, but ever since I had the kids I freak out at the drop of a hat. I'm still not convinced it isn't swine flu but I suppose it is highly unlikely. We haven't really been around anyone, unless it was that evil child that sneezed as we walked by him in the grocery store. And we haven't been to Mexico. It almost makes me wish for the good old days of SARS and bird flu and even a little MRSA. Those certainly weren't pandemics. Or were they? Anyhow, we didn't get them. Tucker will be fine but why couldn't he have gotten sick last week when I was blissfully unaware of the nasty swine and their dirty flu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-1075822778608545281?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/1075822778608545281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=1075822778608545281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1075822778608545281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1075822778608545281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-tucker-wakes-up-this-morning-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-7837533147372549099</id><published>2009-04-28T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:29:20.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Volcanoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/Sfe7DcRn_TI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IQ-_6mYpp8Q/s1600-h/DSCN0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329934351820389682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/Sfe7DcRn_TI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IQ-_6mYpp8Q/s320/DSCN0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/Sfe7C8OWHUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/z3LHGlNILKo/s1600-h/DSCN0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329934343216700738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/Sfe7C8OWHUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/z3LHGlNILKo/s320/DSCN0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/Sfe7CyoU6iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U06xNeRodZk/s1600-h/DSCN0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329934340641319458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/Sfe7CyoU6iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U06xNeRodZk/s320/DSCN0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willow is very interested in science and math, and while I go slightly catatonic, or completely fall asleep, while discussing these subjects, I want to encourage her in them. So we learned about how to make a volcano! We used colors and made play dough and had big foamy messes that were fantastic and somehow educational at the same time. We started with a small vase and poured in two tablespoons of baking soda. We added a quarter cup of vinegar with food coloring to the baking soda and had a good sized explosion with that mixture. And that was SO MUCH FUN that we decided to make play dough and make a big volcano to explode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play dough - 6 cups of flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       2 cups of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       2 cups of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                      4 tablespoons of veg oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                        food coloring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just mix it all together. That's it. We covered a 2 liter bottle and added more baking soda and more vinegar and had fantastic explosions. It was a great project that took up all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-7837533147372549099?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/7837533147372549099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=7837533147372549099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7837533147372549099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7837533147372549099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-school-volcanoes.html' title='Old School Volcanoes'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/Sfe7DcRn_TI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IQ-_6mYpp8Q/s72-c/DSCN0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-7470827887964304908</id><published>2009-04-06T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:52:19.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely. Just Lovely.</title><content type='html'>The other day I was down to one kid for the day and thought I would lay down for, seriously, like five minutes.  All of the sudden I hear, "MOM!     MOM! MOM!". I open my eyes and see my two year old son holding his foot precariously in front of my face. It was COVERED in poop. I snapped to attention very quickly and thought OH, SHIT.  I followed him into the hallway where I found his pants, diaper, and the rest of the poop. What on earth would have posessed him to take his pants and diaper off and paint his foot in poo? My daughter never did this. I've heard stories about kids doing this, but those were bad moms and unruly kids. Certainly not something that happens in my life. But, there was the pile of poop in front of me as proof. I shall never nap again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-7470827887964304908?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/7470827887964304908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=7470827887964304908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7470827887964304908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/7470827887964304908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovely-just-lovely.html' title='Lovely. Just Lovely.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-4295340196498583809</id><published>2009-03-24T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:32:35.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Cheese Stands Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ScmJHgZNFOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/trP39eJl3qk/s1600-h/DSCN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316931597135320290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ScmJHgZNFOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/trP39eJl3qk/s320/DSCN0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ScmJHfEwxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DS5b1M4MtuE/s1600-h/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316931596781143314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ScmJHfEwxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DS5b1M4MtuE/s320/DSCN0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ScmJG1KMQPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sAFzg3uZ3xM/s1600-h/DSCN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316931585529626866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ScmJG1KMQPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sAFzg3uZ3xM/s320/DSCN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been promising to take Willow to Chuck E. Cheese for months. She completed a workbook for school and this is the reward she requested. And so a few nights ago, we headed out. She invited the love of her five year old life, Finn. I was particularly excited, seeing as how we hadn't been there in over a year, and I'd forgotten much of what happens there with children in tow. We ordered pizza and it took over an HOUR to get it. There were maybe five or six other families there. An HOUR for one pizza! But they have fantastic pizza so it was okay. When the pizza was gone, we headed off to the games. The chaos that ensued cannot very well be described. Kids pulling parents in different directions, dirty diapers and no spares, tokens and tickets flying every which way. After spending close to $40 in a bit of pizza and a LOT of tokens, we claimed our prizes which consisted of two suckers, a piece of laffy taffy, a 3 inch puzzle, and two balloons. Mr. Cheese, it was worth it, but you win again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-4295340196498583809?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/4295340196498583809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=4295340196498583809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4295340196498583809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4295340196498583809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-cheese-stands-alone.html' title='And the Cheese Stands Alone'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/ScmJHgZNFOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/trP39eJl3qk/s72-c/DSCN0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-1287082996449692441</id><published>2009-03-09T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:46:33.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SbVGrGDx4nI/AAAAAAAAADg/3tGuCTJPruo/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229041728152178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SbVGrGDx4nI/AAAAAAAAADg/3tGuCTJPruo/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the kids have been getting a little stir crazy being cooped up. To shake it up, I try to add another dimension to our living space. This week we covered the coffee table with some heavy duty paper. I used rosin paper from the hardware store. I have no idea what its original purpose is. Then I let the kids have at it with crayons, markers, stickers and whatever else we have around. It amuses them to no end for about a week. After taking it off I like to cut a couple of especially cute squares out of it and frame it or display it somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-1287082996449692441?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/1287082996449692441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=1287082996449692441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1287082996449692441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/1287082996449692441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-kids-have-been-getting-little-stir.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SbVGrGDx4nI/AAAAAAAAADg/3tGuCTJPruo/s72-c/DSCN0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-8837612377391546884</id><published>2009-01-06T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:11:11.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Life I Love You More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SWO6pEEk4MI/AAAAAAAAADM/j8Pz24_NKXk/s1600-h/DSCN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288275602093433026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SWO6pEEk4MI/AAAAAAAAADM/j8Pz24_NKXk/s320/DSCN0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was invited to witness the sweetest moment I've seen in ages. My dear friend K asked my husband to play guitar while he serenaded his adorable girlfriend J and proceeded to propose to her. It seemed like the kind of proposal that is more myth than real. We lit candles for them all along a pathway in the woods (which promptly blew out because it was extremely cold and windy) and waited for them to stumble across the secret rendevous spot. He sang(in my life, the beatles), he proposed, she said yes. It was heartwarming to witness and I feel lucky to have been a part of it. I hope they have a fantastic life together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-8837612377391546884?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/8837612377391546884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=8837612377391546884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/8837612377391546884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/8837612377391546884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-my-life-i-love-you-more.html' title='In My Life I Love You More'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SWO6pEEk4MI/AAAAAAAAADM/j8Pz24_NKXk/s72-c/DSCN0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-3595313525073357119</id><published>2008-11-20T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:22:33.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SSXU0XI7bEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ib7QZkjuK98/s1600-h/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270852934936783938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SSXU0XI7bEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ib7QZkjuK98/s320/DSCN0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SSXTHRDQv4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kV3vWfcqlp8/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270851060696661890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SSXTHRDQv4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kV3vWfcqlp8/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going through pictures all morning, trying to organize a wee bit more of my life, and I came across these. This summer Pete and I took our kids, my parents and a couple of friends to see Arlo Guthrie at the Lifestyles Pavillion. Life around that time was chaotic and confusing, but when we got there that night, it was magical. Everything else faded away as we listened to Arlo play with only his son and his grandson and they played such lovely songs! It was amazing. He told stories, sang Alice's Restaurant, and sang some Woody songs. He asked the audience to sing this song with him at the end and it was fantastic. My mom said it was &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; like going back to the sixties....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-3595313525073357119?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/3595313525073357119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=3595313525073357119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/3595313525073357119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/3595313525073357119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-can-get-anything-you-want-at-alices.html' title='You can get anything you want at Alice&apos;s Restaurant'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SSXU0XI7bEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ib7QZkjuK98/s72-c/DSCN0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-2777392357246530363</id><published>2008-10-28T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:20:38.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SQfHp_RtCGI/AAAAAAAAACc/1F-KVIxZb2E/s1600-h/DSCN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262394213779966050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SQfHp_RtCGI/AAAAAAAAACc/1F-KVIxZb2E/s320/DSCN0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SQfHpQ7_DzI/AAAAAAAAACU/_GCwPEWgX4A/s1600-h/DSCN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262394201340841778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SQfHpQ7_DzI/AAAAAAAAACU/_GCwPEWgX4A/s320/DSCN0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from volunteering at Obama Headquarters in Columbus. It was fantastic! I loved it! I wish I had more time to do more. I worked with all sorts of lovely people and made hundreds of phone calls. It was exciting and I got to talk to all sorts of people. One woman screamed nasty things to me and I didn't even mind, I just calmly asked why she didn't like Obama. And so many people are supporting the right candidate finally! I can't wait until election day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-2777392357246530363?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/2777392357246530363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=2777392357246530363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/2777392357246530363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/2777392357246530363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-got-back-from-volunteering-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SQfHp_RtCGI/AAAAAAAAACc/1F-KVIxZb2E/s72-c/DSCN0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-8326051415706110041</id><published>2008-09-30T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:31:55.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOKWTAMMc-I/AAAAAAAAACE/qoEr657olBw/s1600-h/DSCN0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925368680248290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOKWTAMMc-I/AAAAAAAAACE/qoEr657olBw/s320/DSCN0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOKWTaiDqmI/AAAAAAAAACM/8YTmSmsX19g/s1600-h/DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925375751268962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOKWTaiDqmI/AAAAAAAAACM/8YTmSmsX19g/s320/DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good friend of ours has been excited to take our family to an apple orchard so we can pick apples. It sounded like fun but truthfully, I figured it was more for the kids than us old folks. We found Lynd's Orchard and pulled in with our mouths hanging open looking at the MILES of apple trees they have growing! By the time we parked the car we were all cheering for the apples. We took our time and meandered all through the trees. It was such a magical place and we had a magnificent time. We picked two varieties while we were there and tasted many apples. I love that the kids got to see how food really does grow on trees and isn't magically transprted to the grocery store. We grow veggies in the summer at our house but I think we maybe had six tomatoes and eight zuchinis all year. Four trillion apples is a lot more impressive. So now we have hundreds of apples at our house and I don't know what to do with them and I need some recipes. Anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-8326051415706110041?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/8326051415706110041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=8326051415706110041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/8326051415706110041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/8326051415706110041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/09/harvest-moon.html' title='Harvest Moon'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOKWTAMMc-I/AAAAAAAAACE/qoEr657olBw/s72-c/DSCN0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-4549672543323828975</id><published>2008-09-21T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:54:09.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SNal9l4npAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FWUpVHDLSVs/s1600-h/DSCN0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248564893307085826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SNal9l4npAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FWUpVHDLSVs/s320/DSCN0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank the Lord, It's finally over! My one year old son had to have surgery this week and I didn't realize how worried I was until it was over. It wasn't a huge surgery, rather a small one in the scheme of things but he is so tiny. They gave him a little baby valium to relax him and to make him forget that he hadn't eaten in twelve hours and he had a fantastic time with that (see picture). He handled it like a champ! And now he is whole and we have our power back on and life is good again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-4549672543323828975?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/4549672543323828975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=4549672543323828975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4549672543323828975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4549672543323828975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-relief.html' title='Sweet Relief'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SNal9l4npAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FWUpVHDLSVs/s72-c/DSCN0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-2970609736054506239</id><published>2008-07-16T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:18:56.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH47dh8NJVI/AAAAAAAAABA/YSfQ0rUYLIY/s1600-h/cosistuff+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223677996309488978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH47dh8NJVI/AAAAAAAAABA/YSfQ0rUYLIY/s320/cosistuff+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH47d1V4UjI/AAAAAAAAABI/rBSPVN32DTo/s1600-h/cosistuff+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223678001517449778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH47d1V4UjI/AAAAAAAAABI/rBSPVN32DTo/s320/cosistuff+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cosi is a wondrous place. I have been taking kids there for so long that sometimes I am immune to the magic but today I remembered. My son is now old enough to PLAY and EXPLORE and generally be in AWE. There are colors everywhere, you can touch everything, basically, nothing is off limits. And this week happens to be Big Machines week, with construction whosits and whatsits. Willow got to scoop dirt and dump it in a pile. I am jealous! I have always wanted to jump in those machines when I see them, but alas, this was only for the kiddies. Yeah Cosi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-2970609736054506239?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/2970609736054506239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=2970609736054506239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/2970609736054506239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/2970609736054506239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/07/cosi-is-wondrous-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH47dh8NJVI/AAAAAAAAABA/YSfQ0rUYLIY/s72-c/cosistuff+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-4166418739725757053</id><published>2008-07-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:32:02.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH1dS5MCvKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WDkhKeFkGdI/s1600-h/DSCN0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223433721990003874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH1dS5MCvKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WDkhKeFkGdI/s320/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH1dTUaFkcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G_kLVL083Dg/s1600-h/1abgba+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223433729296667074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH1dTUaFkcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G_kLVL083Dg/s320/1abgba+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my friend, Shelly, and I really need to take a more active part in building our business this year. We started over four years ago and while it doesn't seem like we've accomplished a great deal, we have done quite a few different things. We've been showcased in a few stores, been in some shows, and actually sold quite a bit for not trying that hard. But this year I want more. SO we have some plans. I love feeling inspired, like I've got a purpose in the world that doesn't involve diapers and dinner. So, we've got some things planned and are making new things. We started making these puzzles with different types of art affixed to them. We have some funky jewelry. Things are good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-4166418739725757053?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/4166418739725757053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=4166418739725757053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4166418739725757053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4166418739725757053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-my-friend-shelly-and-i-really-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SH1dS5MCvKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WDkhKeFkGdI/s72-c/DSCN0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-9034059377623908622</id><published>2008-05-21T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:20:13.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it took a long time to /become the thing i am to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDTmAWvrlqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/s9Ng2yRZUXY/s1600-h/DSCF0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203036363299722914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDTmAWvrlqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/s9Ng2yRZUXY/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been reading this fantastic little gem by anne lamott about her first year as a mom. It is hilarious. She says so many of the things I wanted to say but was too embarrassed. She also talks about how before she had a child she had the luxury of just not caring. She could deal with anything and be okay with it, but now there is a child and if anything happened to that kid, that would just be the end of her. Those thoughts struck me so many times in the first couple of years of motherhood, and they still eat away at me in those quiet moments with myself now, just how attached I am to these little people I made. It takes my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-9034059377623908622?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/9034059377623908622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=9034059377623908622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/9034059377623908622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/9034059377623908622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-took-long-time-to-become-thing-i-am.html' title='it took a long time to /become the thing i am to you'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDTmAWvrlqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/s9Ng2yRZUXY/s72-c/DSCF0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-5859497165549951860</id><published>2008-05-20T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:53:03.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tend the earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDMrkP8YTTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BHIvxBn6Cuo/s1600-h/cosistuff+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202549896298122546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDMrkP8YTTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BHIvxBn6Cuo/s320/cosistuff+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDMrkf8YTUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OcNZwMNBtlA/s1600-h/cosistuff+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202549900593089858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDMrkf8YTUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OcNZwMNBtlA/s320/cosistuff+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've really got a garden this year! I've been pretending for a couple of years and planting all sorts of things and watching them die, but this spring all sorts of things are blooming that I've been coaxing from the ground! And I feel more successful watching these tiny treasures of mine grow than I did when I had a fancy corporate job. I have a rosebush from my mother-in-law that their family has been cultivating for years and it has the most amazing scent. And the forget-me-nots are so tiny but have the truest blue I've ever seen. I love it! All of this is, of course, overshadowing all of my dying vegetables in the backyard that just seem to hate me. Maybe I should give up on eating vegetables altogether and just stick with chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-5859497165549951860?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/5859497165549951860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=5859497165549951860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/5859497165549951860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/5859497165549951860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/05/tend-earth.html' title='tend the earth'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SDMrkP8YTTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BHIvxBn6Cuo/s72-c/cosistuff+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-4760715430352551231</id><published>2008-05-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:05:59.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I want my hair back. A couple of days ago I got maybe eighteen inches of my hair cut off. I am still quite glad I did it but I knew I would want it back at some point, and I want it back now. It was my shell, my protective covering from the world. Well, it didn't actually shield me from much and it often got in the way, but I liked it. It was a pain to take care of and brush but it felt normal, right even. And now I don't look like myself. But I do kind of like my new hair. It just doesn't look like me. Or maybe doesn't look like me &lt;em&gt;yet.&lt;/em&gt; And now, hopefully, some child somewhere (or maybe three or four children) with some unfortunate disease that will require baldness at some point can have some of my protective shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-4760715430352551231?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/4760715430352551231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=4760715430352551231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4760715430352551231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/4760715430352551231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-goodbye.html' title='The Long Goodbye'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-5438996894270673502</id><published>2008-04-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:10:11.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a sense of relief when the taxes are done. Like the carefree days of summer can finally begin now that the government isn't floating above my head at night any more, pointing their fingers at me, disapproving of my procrastination. I actually did my federal taxes long ago, but felt so good about that accomplishment that I didn't feel the need to do the state and city taxes until midnight on the 14th. But it is all clear skies from here...............until I look around at the mountains of projects I have to complete. @#%&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-5438996894270673502?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/5438996894270673502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=5438996894270673502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/5438996894270673502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/5438996894270673502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/04/such-sense-of-relief-when-taxes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537676241925006686.post-3471558903376639054</id><published>2008-04-09T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:13:25.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road to find out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/R_0GqrqlZHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XOUi6-rKsfY/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187309676146287730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/R_0GqrqlZHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XOUi6-rKsfY/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, time to bite the bullet and start the blog. I keep feeling like I need the perfect start and if I wait for that it will never happen. So anyway.... As of late I have been learning a lot about art from my four year old daughter. I have studied art off and on for almost twenty years (longer if you count elementary art classes), and Willow can still make things new for me. What a wonderful gift. I just need to keep reminding myself to stop assuming and listen to her perspective. After all, she is privy to that magical time when everything is new and possible. Constantly asking, "Is it real?". I have trained myself to answer,"What do you think? Why?" And the answers are wise and magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry, amy, for stealing lyrical titles, but that is what you get for having such a readable blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3537676241925006686-3471558903376639054?l=hammerandanail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/feeds/3471558903376639054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537676241925006686&amp;postID=3471558903376639054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/3471558903376639054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537676241925006686/posts/default/3471558903376639054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammerandanail.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-road-to-find-out.html' title='On the road to find out'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489053798011073078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/SOJ5Bd5tCfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFIAdct5Lrs/S220/DSCN0029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LcEaZQEI8HM/R_0GqrqlZHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XOUi6-rKsfY/s72-c/DSCF0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
