<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810</id><updated>2010-02-05T20:44:05.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See Suzy Spin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>844</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-5968323454013668363</id><published>2010-02-05T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:44:05.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Furniture Name?</title><content type='html'>So, if you were a piece of furniture at IKEA, what would you be called?  Check out this awesome &lt;a href="http://www.blogadilla.com/swedishFurniture/swedishFurniture.html"&gt;name generator&lt;/a&gt; and let me know what you really are.  Apparently, I'm a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/swedishFurniture-788307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/swedishFurniture-788304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah.  A dresser.  At least I'm not a chair like Tim and Oscar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-5968323454013668363?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/5968323454013668363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=5968323454013668363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5968323454013668363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5968323454013668363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2010/02/what-is-your-furniture-name.html' title='What is Your Furniture Name?'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-5480703943003777008</id><published>2010-01-30T15:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:55:35.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragweed</title><content type='html'>I'd like to start blogging more frequently.  It's just when I sit down to do it, I think of all the way cool things I've just read on my RSS feed (Google Reader is either a wonder or it is my bane...).  Anyway, I sit down to post and I feel like I really have nothing to add.  So I've been thinking about something that is unique to me, something that I do that you probably wouldn't read on any of the cool crafty-mom network of blogs, something that I could contribute.  And I think I've come up with a solution.  I'm gonna do a by-weekly post on my little book clubs and the funky themed snacks I bring! (As long as the book and snack is worthy of writing about and as long as I have the drive to keep at it, that is.)  It's something that I have a fabulous time doing, plus I always put a lot of research into it, so who knows?  It may be helpful to someone else doing a book club.  Hope you think it is a fun as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I host two book groups at a local library - a third grade club and a fourth grade one, too.  (They used to be combined, but it just got too big - like 28 kids at a time, big.  SCARY.)  I do one every two weeks, so that I don't lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/ragweed-774761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/ragweed-774758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My last group was this past Monday, the fourth graders, and the book we read was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ragweed&lt;/span&gt; by Avi.  It's the prequel to the famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poppy &lt;/span&gt;series and is a cute little story about a country mouse who leaves the nest and goes to the city. (I can identify with him!)  This story starts off a bit slow, but eventually you get introduced to a funky green-haired skateboarding chick mouse named Clutch, and the party begins.  The evil villain is a fat white cat who wants things to "return to the good ole days" and has plans to exterminate the rodent problem in her city.  Well, la dee-da!  This is a decent read for fourth graders; they all seemed to enjoy it once they got into it.  Who doesn't enjoy skateboarding mice that play in a rock band?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the snack...  This is a big part of the fun.  I always try to made something wonky for them as a special reward for reading the book and for coming.  It's kinda a big deal and it seems to make their day, too.   At my last group, we read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chocolate Touch&lt;/span&gt; and I made some chocolate-covered bananas and some fudge.  One boy was biting into his banana and he gasped and looked at me and said, "Amazing."  I think I almost cried.  Let's get one thing straight about me, NOBODY ever says that about my cooking.  This is why I go overboard for these kids.  They make me feel like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, without further ado, here is what I served my fourth graders.  They went nuts.  I didn't have any leftovers.  Not even cheese.  The mice are peanut butter cookies with M&amp;amp;M ears, tiny semi-sweet morsel eyes, and candy sprinkle noses with licorice tails.  I got the recipe &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Peanut-Butter-Christmas-Mice/Detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and if I was to make them again, I'd want to think of ways to maybe make them somehow creamier. (To any of you seasoned cooks out there, any suggestions?) Otherwise, they turned out pretty decent.  Here's to another success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2836-784168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2836-783676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2837-752068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2837-751596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2838-731775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2838-731259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-5480703943003777008?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/5480703943003777008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=5480703943003777008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5480703943003777008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5480703943003777008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2010/01/ragweed.html' title='Ragweed'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-7005268485061666592</id><published>2010-01-29T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:00:15.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Here comes a brag post.  (Sorry, but I need some place to showcase this jive.  I live with a bunch of boys and they could care less, know what I mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting some great thrifted denim lately from my momma and have been at work putting together some cool things.  I made a couple of marker rolls for some of my favorite little people... yeah, my own pattern but &lt;a href="http://www.skiptomylou.org/2007/04/25/on-a-roll/"&gt;based loosely on this one&lt;/a&gt;.  These made for great Christmas gifts!  Let me know if you are interested in the measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1347-775340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1347-774848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1350-740461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1350-740000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I made some fabric toy boxes for Oscar's bookcase!  These I'm quite proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2729-726769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2729-726276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went through several needles and loads of patience before coming up with something that works.  It really cleans up the clutter, too.  I got my inspiration for this project from these two creative bloggers - &lt;a href="http://vintagericrac.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-with-buckets.html"&gt;Jodie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://homemadebyjill.blogspot.com/2009/06/fabric-toy-bucket.html"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt; - Jodie has a great tutorial. I altered it a bit and came up with some soft denim cubes.  I just couldn't seem to find anything that would fit into this space and hold all the extra books and toys, so I decided to make EXACTLY what I needed. Now I wonder why I wasted so much time searching! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2714-739186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2714-738710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2726-796931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2726-796454.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cubes are 10 inches all around, with extra fabric at the top to fold down and give it a bit of extra stability.  What I did, because I wanted my cubes to be 10 inches wide and tall, was basically quilt strips together.  I say "quilt" because instead of using interfacing, I used a thin batting between the layers.  This gave the cubes the extra thickness it needed, but fraking killed me on the sewing machine!  I swear, I must have gone through 3 or 4 denim needles on this one project.  I don't do "breaking sewing needles" in a pretty way, either.  Oh well.  I like the way these turned out, so I guess it was worth the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-7005268485061666592?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/7005268485061666592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=7005268485061666592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/7005268485061666592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/7005268485061666592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2010/01/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-6771251424398506943</id><published>2010-01-21T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:45:08.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things in 1001 Days</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm going to throw down the gauntlet and issue myself a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;public&lt;/span&gt; challenge. (This is in no way prompted by the last good movie I saw, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie and Julia&lt;/span&gt; - wait... who am I kidding?  It totally is.  I'll admit that want to be Amy Adams when I grow up.  Uh oh - aren't we the same age?) Well, I was inspired by the &lt;a href="http://www.dayzeroproject.com/about/"&gt;Day Zero Project&lt;/a&gt; and my love for making lists, so I figured I should really go for it.  Anyway, I figure if I POST a somewhat yearly "to do" list, I'm far more likely to at least do one or two of the things I've got written down.   So here it goes... my list of things I want to get done in 1001 days.  Notice I'm giving myself more time than just a measly year... Day Zero says it's best to include more than one season so you can realistically get your jive done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** EDIT***&lt;br /&gt;I've been a long time in creating this list and posting this (about 4 days), so please note that I have completed some of these tasks.  Go me.  They are starred.&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;1. study 6 different cultures per year; have a themed weekend for each with food, music, culture and geographical info for the family.&lt;br /&gt;2. make a quilt&lt;br /&gt;3. buy a house&lt;br /&gt;4. go fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;*5. get a new pair of shoes (got me some funky brown boots)&lt;br /&gt;6. make a first aid kit for my car&lt;br /&gt;7. learn to make crepes&lt;br /&gt;8. create a dance mix for me and Oscar&lt;br /&gt;9. go through my closet and get rid of or refashion my old clothes&lt;br /&gt;10. share/conquer my biggest fear&lt;br /&gt;11. make a stranger smile&lt;br /&gt;12. call my sister at least once a month&lt;br /&gt;13. watch all of the star trek movies&lt;br /&gt;14. re-read a favorite novel&lt;br /&gt;15. meet some new mommy friends&lt;br /&gt;16. plan a weekend getaway&lt;br /&gt;17. finish Oscar's baby book&lt;br /&gt;18. throw a fancy party&lt;br /&gt;19. learn how to edit movies&lt;br /&gt;20. handwrite someone a letter&lt;br /&gt;21. skype with the grandparents at least once a month&lt;br /&gt;22. get dirty and plant some veggies!&lt;br /&gt;23. make business cards for "the purple peachicken"&lt;br /&gt;*24. find a good church (in process...)&lt;br /&gt;25. get rid of at least two boxes in storage in VA&lt;br /&gt;*26. eat/drink a pomegranate  (did this on 1-19-10! it had an interesting texture)&lt;br /&gt;*27. take my kid to story time regularly (so far, so good - 3 in a row!)&lt;br /&gt;28. watch an old tv series (like mork and mindy or something)&lt;br /&gt;*29. check off 5 things on my NYC list (Project Runway Day was 1 of my things... 4 more to go)&lt;br /&gt;30. finish my european trip scrapbooks&lt;br /&gt;31. grow some flowers from seeds&lt;br /&gt;32. create my own crafty pattern and a tutorial for my blog&lt;br /&gt;33. organize the guest room closet&lt;br /&gt;34. play with a yo-yo&lt;br /&gt;35. make a felt playhouse for Oscar&lt;br /&gt;36. post a blog entry about each of my family members&lt;br /&gt;37. work on building my etsy site&lt;br /&gt;38. visit Mystic, CT&lt;br /&gt;39. have another baby (!!!!) yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;40. tour a working factory&lt;br /&gt;41. learn to cook at least three new meals (successfully)&lt;br /&gt;42. write up a living will&lt;br /&gt;43. make a recipe cards and copy down/organize all of our recipes&lt;br /&gt;44. compile a "year one" oscar video&lt;br /&gt;45. reorganize the storage in the basement&lt;br /&gt;46. redecorate/paint our bedroom&lt;br /&gt;47. take a class with Tim&lt;br /&gt;48. make a slipcover for the bedroom chair&lt;br /&gt;49. go on a road trip to at least 4 different states&lt;br /&gt;50. update/redesign my blog and oscar's blog&lt;br /&gt;51. sew up Oscar's car play mat (bought some super cute material at &lt;a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl/products/fabricdetail/6583"&gt;Purl Patchwork&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;52. go through all my magazines and save only the good parts - recycle the rest&lt;br /&gt;53. get a new bicycle and start taking family bike rides&lt;br /&gt;54. learn to make some jewelry&lt;br /&gt;55. learn to do wool felting&lt;br /&gt;56. make lots of felt play food for Oscar&lt;br /&gt;57. get caught up in my photo editing/posting&lt;br /&gt;58. figure out some crafty things to do with my millions of baby food jars&lt;br /&gt;59. reorganize my craft cabinet and reconfigure my crafty space altogether!&lt;br /&gt;60. learn more about different types of fabrics and how to use them&lt;br /&gt;61. get a real (non-point-and-shoot) camera&lt;br /&gt;62. purchase (and learn to use) a serger&lt;br /&gt;63. do my first cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;64. visit 5 different museums (that I've never visited before)&lt;br /&gt;65. clean out my (scary) garage&lt;br /&gt;66. rent 26 movies (I've never seen before) each starting with a different letter of the alphabet&lt;br /&gt;67. create a font out of my own handwriting&lt;br /&gt;68. try a new food, regardless of how frightening it is...&lt;br /&gt;69. go camping with the boys (Andy can come too.)&lt;br /&gt;70. read a classic novel that is over 500 pages long&lt;br /&gt;71. lose 20+ pounds and keep it off&lt;br /&gt;72. floss my teeth every night for a month&lt;br /&gt;73. buy a stunning little black dress and go out on the town&lt;br /&gt;74. learn how to fold 25 different papercrafts&lt;br /&gt;75. watch all of the James Bond flicks, from start to finish (currently on the netflixs que...)&lt;br /&gt;76. memorize one of my favorite poems&lt;br /&gt;77. watch 10 movie "classics" that I've never seen before&lt;br /&gt;78. visit Seattle with Tim&lt;br /&gt;79. write and illustrate my very own children's book&lt;br /&gt;80. use the GPS to try geocaching&lt;br /&gt;81. go for a ride in either a helicopter or a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;82. reconnect with an old friend&lt;br /&gt;83. clean out my filing cabinet&lt;br /&gt;84. make Tim take me to Cape May for Victorian Week&lt;br /&gt;85. go skinny dipping, preferably some place warm&lt;br /&gt;86. learn how to build a good camp fire&lt;br /&gt;87. research our family tree&lt;br /&gt;88. learn how to cut my kid's hair&lt;br /&gt;89. walk in a marathon of some sort&lt;br /&gt;90. weed my book collection&lt;br /&gt;91. figure out how to use my stupid cell phone&lt;br /&gt;92. drink more water daily&lt;br /&gt;93. watch 10 movies from the year I was born - 1979&lt;br /&gt;94. put together a giant puzzle with hubby&lt;br /&gt;95. win a giveaway or a contest of some sort&lt;br /&gt;96. create something using iron-on printer fabric sheets&lt;br /&gt;97. learn how to properly use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;98. go see a hockey game&lt;br /&gt;99. read a biography, 100+ pages, at least...&lt;br /&gt;100. host my very own cocktail party, dresses and all&lt;br /&gt;101. spent a week on the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did you actually read the whole list?  If you did, thanks.  I appreciate it.  It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to put on this bad boy.  And reader, &lt;a href="http://dayzeroproject.com/"&gt;if you create a list&lt;/a&gt;, I'd love to read what you have on your itinerary.  Leave me a comment.  And don't judge me for watching too many movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-6771251424398506943?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/6771251424398506943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=6771251424398506943&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6771251424398506943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6771251424398506943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2010/01/101-things-in-1001-days.html' title='101 Things in 1001 Days'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-7015977419762712216</id><published>2010-01-17T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:51:19.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/project-runway-762103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/project-runway-762039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm what you might call a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; fan...  maybe even an addict.  I'm thrilled whenever I can immerse myself in a season.  I also know enough to recognize that I'd stand a better chance competing on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt; than to attempt getting on this show, but it's so fascinating to watch.  (Alas, I am such a voyeur.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2573-753398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 244px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2573-752909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Anyway, my friend Emily and I have been talking about having a girl's day for the longest and we decided that this would be a fun way to spend a Saturday - taking a fashion walk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; style!  And since I'm such a tourist, I made sure we took cheesy pictures.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peachicken/sets/72157623231166750/"&gt;Here is where you can enjoy them&lt;/a&gt; at your leisure... but I also made a video for your enjoyment! And be sure to note the music.  If you are a true fan, you should recognize it.  (Word to the wise, if you are viewing this on FB, the video may or may not show up... you may actually have to physically &lt;a href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/"&gt;GO to my blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh the humanity!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://wanimoto.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4b53cb3ac2300edb/46928cc51133af17/638ea1a/-cpid/4b18a34ad3d85975/-EMH/240/-EMW/432/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-7015977419762712216?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/7015977419762712216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=7015977419762712216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/7015977419762712216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/7015977419762712216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2010/01/project-runway-extravaganza.html' title='Project Runway Extravaganza'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-4086428026679457059</id><published>2010-01-11T12:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:09:12.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Type?</title><content type='html'>Saw this on one of my favorite blogs and gave it a whirl... it is surprisingly accurate! Give it a try &lt;a href="http://www.pentagram.com/what-type-are-you/"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.  It's easy.  He'll ask you four questions about your preferences and diagnose you (P.S. - the password is "character").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/archer_threeletters-700576.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/archer_threeletters-700574.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resident psychiatrist says my typeface is "Archer Hairline." It's "a modern type face with a straightforward appearance but one that has tiny outbreaks of elegance and tiny dots of emotion, only apparent on closer examination."  Excellent!   He said that I'm "outwardly composed but will occasionally run into the bathroom for a quick laugh or a quiet cry, only to reemerge outwardly composed again."  Yes.  It's true. He knows me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-4086428026679457059?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/4086428026679457059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=4086428026679457059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/4086428026679457059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/4086428026679457059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2010/01/whats-my-type.html' title='What&apos;s My Type?'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-3750927472921120165</id><published>2009-12-24T16:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:53:27.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1531_2-701346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1531_2-700772.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Christmas.  I hope you have a delicious time with family and friends - whoever and however you choose to celebrate this time of year...  Here we are in front of our tiny tree.  Optical illusion.  It's actually a 4 ft. tree on a table so Mr. Dennis the Menace doesn't completely destroy it in his fascination with "LaLaLa Lights."  (And yes, his current unicorn bruise has been fashionably photoshopped out.  So sue me - this is a picture of Christmas as it SHOULD be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have things to do before tonight; some cookie baking, present wrapping, stocking making (oh time crunch!)... It's the usual last minute rush-about.  But at least we made our annual pilgrimage to see Santa today.  We did that this morning and I just have to say that our little photo elf kinda sucked.  There were tons of moments of cuteness, but she didn't seem capable of capturing them.  Oh well.  I did get a video of the fiasco.  (And at least my kid didn't scream bloody murder like the preceding children and the ones that followed us.  Holy Excedrin Tablets!)  Here is Oscar meeting Santa.  Watch for the "wow" and then followed by the terror of the "who the heck are you, creepy man holding me?!?" then chased by a polite wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhGNVY7P_nk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhGNVY7P_nk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our photographer elf left us with this charming picture that seems to says "Santa is infectious and I now need to wash my hands." What a wonderful way to capture a memory.  Anyway, Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/oz-754905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/oz-754898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-3750927472921120165?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/3750927472921120165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=3750927472921120165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/3750927472921120165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/3750927472921120165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/12/merry-merry.html' title='Merry Merry'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-1595239501469804137</id><published>2009-12-09T13:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:55:20.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="240" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EELEjeYzfjM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EELEjeYzfjM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kristin Andreassen singing "Crayola Doesn't Make A Color For Your Eyes."  Is she not the cutest?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-1595239501469804137?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/1595239501469804137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=1595239501469804137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/1595239501469804137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/1595239501469804137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/12/new-favorite-song.html' title='A New Favorite Song'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-696424084918883825</id><published>2009-12-04T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:35:15.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vader</title><content type='html'>So, I don't have a real post today cause I'm not really in the mood to write anything, but I wanted to post these funny pictures that Tim and I created.  We got a Darth Vader costume at a thrift store around Halloween and played dress-up with Oz a little while back.  The legs were too short, but we managed to squeeze him into the outfit for a couple of fun shots.  Oscar tolerated it for a bit, long enough for us to get a few good pictures.  Tim mounted them on some images I found online.  I think they turned out so well!  This one below is my favorite - he doesn't quite look like an evil Sith Lord, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-3a-725159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-3a-725152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-and-imperial-guard-754125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-and-imperial-guard-754118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-2a-760364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-2a-760001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-and-stormtroopers-709011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/vader-and-stormtroopers-708994.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-696424084918883825?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/696424084918883825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=696424084918883825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/696424084918883825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/696424084918883825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/12/vader.html' title='Vader'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-5899543020126314769</id><published>2009-11-26T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:06:01.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>So, I didn't make another turkey costume for Oz.  I know that was not received well last year.  But come on... It was stinking cute.  And Oz didn't mind.  (He might later on, true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Turkey-Spread-781694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Turkey-Spread-781000.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose another route this year - something that I can preserve and keep forever.  See, I'm sentimental that way.  I saw the idea on &lt;a href="http://www.weewonderfuls.com/2009/11/oscars-stuffed-hand-turkey.html"&gt;Wee Wonderful's blog&lt;/a&gt; and fell in love... (She has an Oscar, too!)  Here is my end result.  You like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0883-751646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0883-751124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0897-716959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0897-716502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gingham one is for me and the other is for Tim's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; grandma who is hosting us this year.  I can't wait to give it to her!  Can I just say that it was crazy hard tracing the hand of an ACTIVE 14 month old.  And sewing up something this tiny was no walk in the park either.  (There is a reason I don't make doll clothes.)  Anyway, happy turkey day.  Hope all ya'll are stuffing your faces with something delicious today and that you are surrounded with family who love you even if you unbutton that top button on your jeans after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0889-763247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0889-762738.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-5899543020126314769?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/5899543020126314769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=5899543020126314769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5899543020126314769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5899543020126314769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-2383680580655317184</id><published>2009-11-21T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:30:50.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/sleeps-775338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/sleeps-775290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This illustration is so perfect for today... (It's from one of my favorite blogs - &lt;a href="http://aprintaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Print A Day&lt;/a&gt; by Yasmine Surovec.  She's so talented.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tim let me sleep in today, which really means not getting up until 7:30, and it was heavenly.  After a long-ass week of yuck and sick and Tim having SO MUCH WORK and not having any Suzy time whatsoever because I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glorified babysitter&lt;/span&gt;, I really needed it.  It's not that I resent being a stay-at-home-mom or anything, but sometimes it kinda sucks.  Like this week.  Whoa momma.  In his defense, Oz is getting molars and has a cold that makes him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; annoyed.  On the up side, he has learned where his nose is and even how to "blow" it!   So, I guess my glass is still half full.  But yeah, it wouldn't be had I not gotten some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-2383680580655317184?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/2383680580655317184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=2383680580655317184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/2383680580655317184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/2383680580655317184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping In'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-6728013050140333497</id><published>2009-11-17T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:37:44.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzy Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>I do a book club for 3rd and 4th graders at my library, and while I love picking out books for them each month, I REALLY love surprising them with yummy (and wacky) treats.  It's sometimes difficult coming up with a great book when I tend to want to figure out a funky snack to go with it.  (Yes, I know.  It's a bad way to choose a book.  I can't help it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, in honor of Thanksgiving, I chose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hoboken Chicken Emergency&lt;/span&gt; by Pinkwater.  It's a story about a boy who went out to get the Thanksgiving turkey and came home with a 266 lbs. chicken named Henrietta.  It's a funny little book.  Anyway, Henrietta really enjoyed the Thanksgiving mashed potatoes, hence my silly snack for the group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0875-753577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0875-753101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0879-798660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0879-798182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are white cake cupcakes with butter cream frosting and caramel sauce on top, with a pad of Starburst.  Nice, eh?  I got the idea from a book called &lt;a href="http://www.hellocupcakebook.com/Hello_Cupcake_Book.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, Cupcake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Karen Tack and Alan Richardson.  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kept the cupcakes hidden until the end of our group meeting, whereupon the kids begged to see what the caramel smell was...  I gave them a clue and said it was Henrietta's favorite food.  They said "Potatoes?!?" and asked if I had caramel-covered potato chips.  I was like, "Do what?!?"  Third graders totally crack me up.  And I have to admit, I laughed at their initial responses to the final reveal.  Most of them looked horrified.  But when they sank their teeth into the cupcakes, I had some very gratified kiddos.  Any ideas for my next book club?  I'm doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/span&gt; (in honor of the upcoming flick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0874-772171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0874-771702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-6728013050140333497?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/6728013050140333497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=6728013050140333497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6728013050140333497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6728013050140333497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/suzy-cupcakes.html' title='Suzy Cupcakes'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-8525659206497559520</id><published>2009-11-09T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:52:34.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's crazy what happens when time passes. To me, it looks a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Little-Wave-728730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Little-Wave-728346.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0108-796267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0108-795926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Triptych-2-787943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Triptych-2-787923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0077-796099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0077-795828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Mommy-&amp;amp;-Me-722566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/Mommy-&amp;amp;-Me-722150.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0135-714086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0135-713811.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-8525659206497559520?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/8525659206497559520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=8525659206497559520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/8525659206497559520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/8525659206497559520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/leaf-love.html' title='Leaf Love'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-3127680628063109533</id><published>2009-11-02T23:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:40:37.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://wanimoto.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4aefb2cc5154b7f1/46928cc51133af17/4f5713de/-cpid/88d7bf5b6dae7148/-EMH/240/-EMW/432/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little animoto of our "wild thing" dressed for Halloween... (if you're viewing this note via facebook, go to &lt;a href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/all-is-love.html"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt; - animotos don't post right on that jive.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-3127680628063109533?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/3127680628063109533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=3127680628063109533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/3127680628063109533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/3127680628063109533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/all-is-love.html' title='All is Love.'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-5101310110082537309</id><published>2009-11-01T17:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:29:22.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Sing</title><content type='html'>Here he is...  Oscar as Max from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;/span&gt;!  I had so much fun making his costume this year.  Sike!  Remind me to never sew with fur &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; again.  But even though it was messy and out of control, I am still quite happy with the results.  Oz had so much fun smacking things with his giant padded paws, though not so much in trying to walk about with the huge floppy footies!  (It was rather entertaining, however.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0569-732130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0569-731850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0425-787597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0425-787338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0549-756647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0549-756382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0545-708994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0545-708745.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0472-775115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0472-774851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In case you're wondering, dad was a "tree" because I was unsure if making him a monster would freak Oz out.  And since we went into the city for the Halloween parade this year, we needed to be able to carry the little monster, so I was the boat that took Max to "where the wild things are." My arms are supposed to be sails.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0627-743725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0627-743473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, as a side note, apparently great minds think alike!  Oscar's &lt;a href="http://grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/ill-eat-you-up-i-love-you-so.html"&gt;cousin Emma&lt;/a&gt; was a wild thing too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-5101310110082537309?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/5101310110082537309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=5101310110082537309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5101310110082537309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5101310110082537309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/11/my-wild-thing.html' title='Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Sing'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-4510656469360011932</id><published>2009-10-31T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:47:34.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween, Pumpkin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9914_2-797318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9914_2-797049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween!  These are the three pumpkins we carved up... It's a little pumpkin family.  (Let's hear it, a collective "Ahhh...") Anyway, carving pics to follow, as well as costume pics!!!  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-4510656469360011932?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/4510656469360011932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=4510656469360011932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/4510656469360011932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/4510656469360011932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/10/happy-halloween-pumpkin.html' title='Happy Halloween, Pumpkin!'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-5447030189608926355</id><published>2009-10-28T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:37:42.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A64060" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=Ew8qTnssXTEjAn0P&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="319" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=Ew8qTnssXTEjAn0P&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=Ew8qTnssXTEjAn0P&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's the whole cast!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-5447030189608926355?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/5447030189608926355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=5447030189608926355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5447030189608926355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5447030189608926355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-8891506202453113481</id><published>2009-10-23T13:57:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:09:51.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>Around the (fast approaching) holiday season I tend to get all cozy and nostalgic for days gone by and for my "Bennetch" family.  Usually I get to see them all at some point - typically around Christmas - but I'm not sure what the plan is for this year.  It's hard to be all spread out like this.  I sure do miss everybody.  (I'm so glad that baby brother lives a train whistle away though!  I love that kid.)  It seems like it's always a party whenever we're all together.  Sure, we fight and drive each other crazy too, but it's the good times that stick and make you crave more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know that every family has their own traditions, but one of my faves is family game night.  The last time we all got together was this past June and my crazy older sister brought with her a true vintage jewel, the one and only &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_Talk_%28board_game%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl Talk Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  (I love that this wiki entry says that the game was designed for "pubescent and pre-pubescent females."  Nice.)  My folks couldn't take the pressure of the "zit stickers" (yes, they were still intact!) so they called it a night before we started.  But I have photographic evidence of what ensued... Take a look.  Don't you wish you were there?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080115-756382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080115-756377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080108-702463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080108-702460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080129-763553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080129-763550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080141-704128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080141-704119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080126-798924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080126-798922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080121-752074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/P1080121-752070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture explanations: Andy drinking with "no hands," Becky unwrapping gum with "socked" fingers, me eating a freaking mustard and pickles sandwich - which was just awesome, Jerry all dolled up, giggly boys, and Tim telling a "love" story...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl Talk&lt;/span&gt;, basically, it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truth or dare&lt;/span&gt; game with WAY cheesy dares.  It seems like the guys usually got the craziest pranks, which made the game hilarious.  Some of my favorites were the random crank calls, "hitting on" inanimate objects, Becky wearing her clothes backwards and putting ice in her armpit, Tim's ketchup sandwich, and Andy's Louis Armstrong serenade.  It was memorable.  I can't wait till next family game night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also including a few videos for your viewing pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSSa4TAU1Lc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSSa4TAU1Lc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjqJamceblY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjqJamceblY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-8891506202453113481?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/8891506202453113481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=8891506202453113481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/8891506202453113481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/8891506202453113481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/10/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-1379981237427526074</id><published>2009-10-20T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:09:11.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Picking Animoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://wanimoto.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4ade50ee3124c215/46928cc51133af17/f08657ae/-cpid/a75f2de048ed58a0/-EMH/240/-EMW/432/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-1379981237427526074?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/1379981237427526074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=1379981237427526074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/1379981237427526074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/1379981237427526074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/10/apple-picking-animoto.html' title='Apple Picking Animoto'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-437511736072487601</id><published>2009-10-18T14:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:09:38.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin &amp; Apple Pickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9545-700093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9545-799812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, the three of us braved the (unseasonably) cold weather to pick some produce at The &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Wilkens&lt;/a&gt; Farm in upstate NY. We picked out three pumpkins, one for each of us, and snuck into the apple orchard to get some apples, too. There is nothing better than a very FRESH apple, pulled straight off a tree!  (And I like my apples kinda cold, so because of the weather, viola deliciousness.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9625-766274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9625-765988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9645-712681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9645-712398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9640-781074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9640-780820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscar totally loved taste-testing the apples.  I think he also liked the fact that it cracked us up when he took bites of the apple - he sunk his whole face into it.  Hilariousness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9607-786110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9607-786096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9615-739442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9615-739190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have three pumpkins to carve up and a ton of apples.  Anyone have any good recipes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-437511736072487601?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/437511736072487601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=437511736072487601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/437511736072487601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/437511736072487601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/10/pumpkin-apple-pickin.html' title='Pumpkin &amp; Apple Pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-6690540964270523776</id><published>2009-10-04T09:03:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:19:52.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Well, I've finished working on all the pictures finally!  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peachicken/sets/72157622379152703/"&gt;You can see them here.&lt;/a&gt;  Also, I just finished a little animoto video of the day's events for your viewing pleasure, reader.  Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://wanimoto.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4ac8aaed3785ad22/46928cc51133af17/b8b4a94b/-cpid/da91f87e643b19c7/-EMH/240/-EMW/432/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I couldn't be happier with how the party went.  Oscar was surrounded with some of his favorite people and the weather was perfect and, although it was TONS of work, it looked incredible.  But I will just say right now that there is no way I'd ever consider party planning for a living.  Holy man.  I get too worked up.  My friend Celeste is right - I'm much more of a "Bree Van Dacamp" or a "Monica" at party planning than a "Phoebe,"  it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you weren't able to make it to the party, here is what it looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8822-711053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8822-710444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But first, grab a sheriff badge and a bandanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8825-736200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8825-735934.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tables were covered in daisies, cowboy goodness, and old pics of Oscar (that picture was taken one week after he was born).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8840-771491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8840-770898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food table had mason jar glasses for sipping lemonade and rootbeer, fruit ca-bobs, Chex-Tex-Mix, "Cowboy Caviar" (courtesy of Oscar's Diva), popcorn balls, and western animal crackers (not really - they were just regular animal crackers, but it sure would have been cool if there was such a thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8835-795478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8835-795194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and yummy gummy "desert snakes" with chocolate lassos&lt;br /&gt;(made out of chocolate Twizzlers - courtesy of Oscar's Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8836-767017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8836-766755.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and horsey cupcakes with green grass frosting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8817-715054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8817-714429.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Here is Oscar's Diva...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8823-752640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8823-752349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had all sorts of fun games, too.  I bought a pull-string pinata so all the littles could play along, there was a bean-bag toss, rubber horseshoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9043-793673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9043-793390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even pin-the-tail-on-the donkey (awesome antique store find with my homemade tails).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8901-760397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8901-759916.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's Oscar little birthday cake; a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting and a gum paste topper... (to which I will say that I will NEVER try to use gum paste again.  No sirree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/DSCN0865-773513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/DSCN0865-773274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even had a special guest... (Oscar's crazy uncle Andy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9031-715902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9031-715594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun was had by all, especially little my "Cowboy Small."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-6690540964270523776?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/6690540964270523776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=6690540964270523776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6690540964270523776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6690540964270523776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/10/birthday-party.html' title='The Birthday Party'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-6043660379237657981</id><published>2009-09-20T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:07:54.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Little Cowboy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peachicken/2951810552/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2951810552_2b285985ff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peachicken/2951810552/"&gt;Yee Haw&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/peachicken/"&gt;peachicken&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture was taken when you were only one week old...  It's hard to believe that was a year ago.  Little Oz, you've hijacked my world and stolen my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-6043660379237657981?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/6043660379237657981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=6043660379237657981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6043660379237657981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6043660379237657981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-little-cowboy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Little Cowboy.'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-5642639619095089002</id><published>2009-09-13T15:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:23:47.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4aad50be51584095/46928cc51133af17/1c280f71/-cpid/6619eca9e3dd56b3/-/-/-EMH/240/-EMW/432/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(See &lt;a href="http://jellybean.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/09/first-haircut.html"&gt;Oscar's blog&lt;/a&gt; for more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8639-745913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8639-745660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-5642639619095089002?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/5642639619095089002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=5642639619095089002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5642639619095089002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/5642639619095089002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/09/oscars-first-haircut.html' title='Oscar&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-6330762480848663349</id><published>2009-09-10T13:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:35:09.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Invitations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8210-797189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8210-796938.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8216-759072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8216-758815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8211-752515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8211-752274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8168-779764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8168-779515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8181-708074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 278px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8181-707825.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I waited as long as I could to post these...  I wanted the invited to see them in their mailboxes before they saw it posted here...  But I think that by now, most everyone has received their invites (save some Canadians), so here it is!  The invitations to Oscar's Cowboy party!!!  And some fun cowboy pictures of my silly little cowpoke... (The first pic is his "growly" face - it's something he can kind of do on cue now!  And it is pretty dang funny.  There is a sad cowboy in there too, just so you know that being a cowboy is tough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the invitations go, I really liked the way they turned out!  I knew I wanted to do them on wood and I found some tutorials online for doing it.  All it is, basically, is an iron-on!  Tim and I created the image in photoshop and just reversed it.  Tim chopped up some plywood for me and sanded the pieces down.  I did the ironing on, but wasn't completely happy with the way they adhered, so I distressed them a bit more and burned the edges for a truly authentic "cowboy" look. I bought some cheapy Walmart sheriff badges that I sanded and glued on for the finishing touch. Then, we stuffed them into bandanna colored envelopes with some shredded paper (it is nicer than hay) and sent them off!  Viola!  (address and phone numbers are bleeped out, of course...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8275_2-741529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8275_2-741252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8277-796855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8277-796590.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8281_2-797808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/uploaded_images/IMG_8281_2-797556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-6330762480848663349?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/6330762480848663349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=6330762480848663349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6330762480848663349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/6330762480848663349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/09/cowboy-invitations.html' title='Cowboy Invitations'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13687810.post-2578556200691411854</id><published>2009-09-04T08:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:47:19.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Travel Guides?!?</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the &lt;a href="http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/07/invitations-are-in-mail.html"&gt;invitations&lt;/a&gt; I did for my friend Christina?  Well, since her wedding is a bit of a road trip away, I figured she might need some Travel Guide Booklets, for all the guests.  These were a blast to make and I think they turned out pretty nicely.  I bound them with twine so they'd be easy to pocket and flip open.  And since I was able to print out one whole booklet per sheet of card stock, it was pretty economical, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I did these a while back but just forgot to post it.  Since the wedding is this weekend, though, I figured there's no time like the present!  We're on our way to explore some of the fun things to do in Lancaster...  Hmmm... I still can't decide on whether to go for an Amish buggy ride, or to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy Americana Museum&lt;/span&gt;, or to the first commercial pretzel factory, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julius Sturgis Pretzel Bakery&lt;/span&gt; - maybe I'll skip them and just go see the funky &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biblical Tabernacle&lt;/span&gt; reproduction!!!  (Yes folks, for reals.  There is a FULL-SIZED reproduction of Moses' Tabernacle out in Lancaster, PA.  And I'm betting it's awesome.)  As you can see, I tried to pack in some versatility in sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9439d1fd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/9439d1fd.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4087df3e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/4087df3e.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/?action=view&amp;amp;current=c4770408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/c4770408.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/?action=view&amp;amp;current=92695adf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/92695adf.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ee1872dd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/peachicken/ee1872dd.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are travel guides the best?  Do you think there is a market out there for this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13687810-2578556200691411854?l=suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/2578556200691411854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13687810&amp;postID=2578556200691411854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/2578556200691411854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13687810/posts/default/2578556200691411854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzyq.grrrlmeetsworld.com/2009/09/wedding-travel-guides.html' title='Wedding Travel Guides?!?'/><author><name>Suzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687523981012264014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14844901473211269464'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>