<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:38:20.273-06:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='&quot;digit face&quot;'/><category term='child'/><category term='&quot;quick bread&quot;'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='frog'/><category term='domination'/><category term='package'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='books'/><category term='nursery'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='free'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='honest'/><category term='parent'/><category term='new'/><category term='gift'/><category 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term='allergies'/><category term='believer'/><category term='clinic'/><category term='yeast'/><category term='wholesale'/><category term='promos'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='religion'/><category term='god'/><category term='joke'/><category term='smiley'/><category term='career'/><category term='boil'/><category term='crackers'/><category term='indigestion'/><category term='rescue'/><category term='tea'/><category term='pastor'/><category term='fear'/><category term='failure'/><category term='cards'/><category term='fairytale'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='reuse'/><category term='digit'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Reycle Micol</title><subtitle type='html'>It's Micol...it rhymes with Recycle!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Micol Kraft Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'REMIX' version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is patient &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But knows when the time is right to make a move.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is kind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But is no push-over)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is not jealous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is not boastful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But knows its worth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not arrogant or rude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But will not be walked all over by those who are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love does not insist on its own way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But stands up for equality)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not irritable or resentful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But quickly course-corrects if it is) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But also studies the grey areas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love bears all things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But sets appropriate boundaries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believes all things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But tests for truth and logic) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopes all things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But sets realistic goals)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endures all things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But knows its limitation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love never ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No buts about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8326229702311802711-4982936150565958221?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4982936150565958221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4982936150565958221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4982936150565958221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4982936150565958221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-is_19.html' title='Love Is...'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1198359117082045428</id><published>2011-10-20T13:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:22:45.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering if I will be read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ready for Production&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Micol Kraft Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had more of a point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til you red-penned and clipped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You turned my phrases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And shattered their meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your editors paid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give me a beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have been bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling and shocking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you've left me lifeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dead script walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puny and weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Original vanished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More so when translated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into German, French and Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why was I written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why bother to pen me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When no one will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the author put in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1198359117082045428?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1198359117082045428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1198359117082045428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1198359117082045428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1198359117082045428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2011/10/wondering-if-i-will-be-read.html' title='Wondering if I will be read'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5710518111996865451</id><published>2011-10-16T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:58:46.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Pit Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is a dangerous game some people play with their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;It is a make-believe world of puppets, costume, sexting, internet chatting, role-playing games, fantasy leagues and other such personality-splitting behaviors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have witnessed firsthand, parents encouraging their children to create alter-egos and separate identities. Blurring the lines between reality and imagination with the unfortunate result of eradicating guilt of wrongdoing or any sense of impropriety or fear when playtime crosses over into the realm of a sexual fantasy being played out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;We adults, being the more mature individuals, need to be the voice of reason, recognize it for what it is and put an early end to the psychologically damaging effects of fracturing the human ego and creating environments ripe for abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Teach your children to be themselves. To be happy being themselves. Show them that you love them for who they are and let others be drawn to their own natural light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Honestly, fantasy-land in general needs to get an overhaul if we're going to be happy and healthy generations from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5710518111996865451?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5710518111996865451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5710518111996865451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5710518111996865451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5710518111996865451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2011/10/fantasy-pit-falls.html' title='Fantasy Pit Falls'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5480282952117502323</id><published>2011-09-21T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:09:40.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Control Freaks of the world, Unite! (At precisely 10:16.5 A.M.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear you. Really, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want order and control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want anyone to be out of step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hate clutter and disorderliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirt bothers you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wish everything could be 'just washed'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You despise disobedience, or at least others getting away with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love rules and keeping them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may even create them just so you can keep them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compartmentalizing, classifying, stereotyping, judging, weighing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what you do best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I could just become liquid and slip right through your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could turn into sand and escape through the cracks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could evaporate into gas and drift through the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without boundaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8326229702311802711-5480282952117502323?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5480282952117502323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5480282952117502323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5480282952117502323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5480282952117502323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2011/09/control-freaks-of-world-unite-at.html' title='Control Freaks of the world, Unite! (At precisely 10:16.5 A.M.)'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1903975526035825987</id><published>2011-09-18T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:31:00.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds, bees, bullfrogs, butterflies, blessings...bull?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Please help me see the both sides of this debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Spare the 'rod' and spoil the child."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear someone speaking out in the media about the benefit of these methods. (For instance, so obviously in the Disney movie "Chronicles of Narnia, The Dawn Treader".) I can only hope that my feelings on the matter can add another view to the debate. Please know that I understand the 'long-standing tradition' emphasis put on all of this as it has been passed down from man to boy forever and I am completely open to any debate about human sexuality and its evolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But among other things, you're going to have to provide proof that 'pranking', 'tagging a$$es' or 'blessing' someone is not harmful, but beneficial to anyone, especially minors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll have to prove that it's not actually turning males against pro-creative, opposite-sex relationships. (Or is that in the 'population control' plan?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll have to prove that it does not create severe dysfunctional sexual hang-ups later in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll have to prove that it does not facilitate age disparity in future relationships, as well as low self-esteem issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to say that, speaking from experience, when you 'discipline', 'tag' or 'rape' someone, you transfer anger to your 'victim'. I call them a victim because you're inflicting not only physical pain, but possible irreparable damage to their psyches as the need for that strong sense of anger as the most dominant emotion will drive their choices in mates. Surely you can see that in later sexual encounters, they will have a longing to feel that same emotion again in a subconscious, self-loathing, or guilt complex fashion. The emotional signature you emit and leave behind usurps love as the driving force in relationships and encourages future domestic violence. The 'love' emotion and connection will no longer register very high on their emotional scale, and what you do in moderation, your disciples will do in excess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you dominate physically to get loyalty, respect and your own sense of power, it conveys the use of brute force as an admirable thing and instills in impressionable minds that it is the preferred method of solving problems in life, not logic and reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or...do you still think, as in prehistoric times, that it is the only way we as a species will survive? I think it is obvious that it will be through intelligence, not brute strength, that we will prolong the life-sustaining capacity of Planet Earth and keep the human species alive, perhaps even after the death of the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1903975526035825987?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1903975526035825987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1903975526035825987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1903975526035825987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1903975526035825987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2011/09/birds-bees-bullfrogs-butterflies.html' title='Birds, bees, bullfrogs, butterflies, blessings...bull?'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5785715730563636934</id><published>2011-09-13T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:28:27.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Owl goes...Hoo-Hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Questions For The Owls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Micol Kraft Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will take from them what they have made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will roll the incriminating film &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will have strength to lead the parade Of witnesses and victims &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will divulge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncover &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then who will care to do justice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will truly protect and serve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they all have a hand in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will listen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will believe it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will take that great of a loss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will turn over their own wealth or power to go up against the big boss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will say enough is enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will take evidence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will realize that it's not their fault &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fault of the big machine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will rip the family ties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will be the champion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will care more for the masses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than they do for themselves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the greater good is why I ask &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will give their lives to speak out against them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8326229702311802711-5785715730563636934?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5785715730563636934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5785715730563636934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5785715730563636934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5785715730563636934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2011/09/owl-goeshoo-hoo.html' title='The Owl goes...Hoo-Hoo!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4377379787788034754</id><published>2009-09-12T09:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:34:10.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brainwash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>The Crooked Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were on the hit list of a thousand and one marauders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the lynch mob's torches burned for only me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Twould be worth the saving of even one son or daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the grasping, greedy clutches of their crooked family tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Micol Kraft Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is dedicated to all those in situations where the family, tribe, society, club or group has so oppressed and brainwashed them beyond their own wills that they don't even know that they are being used and abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will look inside yourself and find the strength to break free. I also pray that those trapped into repeating the cycle themselves will seek help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those with knowledge of abuse, sticking your head in the sand is the coward's way out. If you know of it, report it. If you get nowhere with your local authorities, go higher. Sometimes it seems so futile, and corruption seems to go all the way to the top, but don't let that stop you. Keep trying. Praying is good, but there are too many people praying for God to 'set the captives free' and they do nothing more to help. Take a stand! Make it known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4377379787788034754?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4377379787788034754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4377379787788034754' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4377379787788034754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4377379787788034754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/09/crooked-tree.html' title='The Crooked Tree'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4337284196056015632</id><published>2009-08-03T02:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:15:21.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interpretation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Things that go poof in the night</title><content type='html'>I've had several dreams that have woken me up out of a sound sleep lately. Here's one I had tonight. (It's almost 3:00 am as I am writing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a hospital or doctor's office for a non-emergency medical issue of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow knew the admitting nurse taking my vital statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became aware that she was doing something extra, in a bit of a panic-stricken mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She injected me with a needle in my lower side and started to inflate my abdomen with air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she was taking me to the Maternity Ward and I was to act like I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it was so that she could get the drugs that they were going to prescribe for pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threatened me if I didn't go along with the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that they were going to figure out the deception before they gave me any drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This did not stop her and it only made her more panicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wheeled me into the Maternity Ward and left me alone with the nurse there for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly told the nurse what was happening, but saw her face go white, as she told me that the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other nurse had returned and was standing just behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected her to become violent and try to kill me, but instead, she just turned and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could take this dream to mean several things, but mostly, I think the moral is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat beans so close to bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4337284196056015632?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4337284196056015632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4337284196056015632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4337284196056015632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4337284196056015632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-go-poof-in-night.html' title='Things that go poof in the night'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1568327752605769866</id><published>2009-07-24T13:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:26:12.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receptor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemical'/><title type='text'>Our Senses</title><content type='html'>I have keen senses. I've always been an observer of minute details when it comes to reading people. I never really understood what kind of skill that was exactly. Until recently, that is, when I began to understand that our bodies are created with all kinds of sensors and chemical triggers that are naturally occurring and a lot less ethereal than people make them out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I get any responses from spiritualists, ghost-whisperers, prophets or psychics, please be aware that I'm ONLY referring to natural chemical reactions and subsequent processing of that chemical information by our brains rather than any extra-sensory perceptions, so please do be open to what I have to say, as I'm not exactly going to knock one of your beliefs. Maybe you could see it as an addition only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have 'tells'. Gestures, expressions, changes in blood pressure, involuntary bodily reactions, and the most obvious, their words with which to communicate. They also have a more subtle form of communication. Chemicals that leave their bodies and float in the air, are able to be picked up and analyzed by another human or animal. It's been well-documented that dogs, for instance, can easily smell fear, danger and sometimes illnesses from these chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a nature show where the mother gazelle is alerted of danger when it could still be miles away? Those ears perk up. The nose starts twitching. She senses the predator and can get her little ones to safety. Hopefully. (It's always sad when it doesn't end up that way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the whole pheromone thing, of course. Their eyes meet across a crowded room. The attraction is so thick and tangible, it seems that you can cut it with a knife. That's because you CAN cut it with a knife! That's a scent, baby! It's a chemical. It's biological. It's not your imagination. You're feeling that feeling because someone is throwing off a chemical signal. Now, let the wife catch a whiff of that scent when she walks into the same room and...you're liable to be running as fast as that gazelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ears are amazing, too. You may have heard someone talking outside or in another room, not due to some 'super power' hearing, but through undetectable sound waves. Your brain still processes these sounds subconsciously. You may not be able to fully process the conversation in your mind, but you are left with an impression. Your brain keeps it on the shelf for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there may be those who fear that all of this will lead people on some sort of a witch hunt and cause people to start projecting their fears onto others, or casting blame on others unjustly.  Truthfully, there is always that danger when you're learning how to read people. We must learn to keep everything in check with reality and realize that everyone is indeed, innocent until proven guilty in a court of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, let it be known, that you will have opposition, as not everyone stands to benefit from these built-in relays and receptors. From pedophiles to poker players, there are those who would rather that you not develop your natural abilities to sense danger...or a bluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do make the decision to do something constructive with this greater awareness, and follow me into this journey into further self-awareness and a greater understanding of our senses, I have a few things that I have found to be extremely important to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, keep your senses clear by doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate caffeine (You heard me right! Including chocolate and all teas and coffees but decaf. I only drink water.)&lt;br /&gt;Significantly reduce sugar intakes. (It's hard to eliminate ALL sugars, but do your best.)&lt;br /&gt;Reduce processed foods to a minimum. (I rarely eat them anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Cook fresh foods instead of eating out.&lt;br /&gt;Stay regular. (flushed of toxins)&lt;br /&gt;Stay hydrated with filtered tap water. (preferred over bottled water that leaches chemicals)&lt;br /&gt;Identify and eliminate air and food allergens that rob your sense of smell and make you tired.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid perfumes and detergents that mask natural odors.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, don't smoke, do drugs, or drink alcoholic beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a comment? Leave one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1568327752605769866?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1568327752605769866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1568327752605769866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1568327752605769866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1568327752605769866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-senses.html' title='Our Senses'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7519977436273362892</id><published>2009-07-23T11:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:24:32.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arctic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='succeed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>The Compass</title><content type='html'>I have been searching for a new job. It's really difficult to choose a path when I have such varied interests and skills, not to mention the potential to go back to school and learn a new trade altogether. The 'overwhelming' feeling of it all has brought to mind a dream from my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little girl, I had a recurring nightmare. In the dream, I found myself floating on a sea of arctic ice, with the calm, brilliantly-blue sea peaking out from under the puzzle-like slabs. I could easily walk from one slab to the next, as they were spaced closely enough together for safe travel by foot. Oddly enough, I didn't get the sense of being cold. It was completely quiet and surreal. The skies were crisp and midnight blue. There were no storms or waves threatening to toss me into a watery grave, nor abominable creature from which to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could such a serene surrounding inspire in me a terrible sense of fear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there, turning to the North, South, East and West, I saw nothing but a frozen desert as far as my eyes could see. I knew that if I didn't choose the right way to start walking, I would be hopelessly lost and eventually die of starvation. It was a paralyzing fear. I could not start walking for fear of going in the wrong direction. I was trapped, yet I was completely free to leave at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that in chosing my career, I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; move forward this time. Not just for my own sake, but for the sake of my small daughter, now traveling with me into the vast expanse. She looks to me for direction. Trusting that I will know which path to take to lead us to safety. I must have the strength to say to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fear of the unknown must not stop us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear of false steps must not stop us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear of failure must not stop us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to move forward, for I have found my compass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back is inscribed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Mother'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7519977436273362892?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7519977436273362892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7519977436273362892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7519977436273362892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7519977436273362892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/07/compass.html' title='The Compass'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-6736670328020383930</id><published>2009-04-29T09:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:15:52.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repressive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='captor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='captive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coercion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>When I Am Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you ever wonder why I stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I am so controlled and stifled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder why I stay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Midst your jealousy and rage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is that some day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will get bored with me and let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perhaps a rescuer will come and free me from your grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soft, pseudo-caring grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your selfish, greedy, hoarding clutches t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hat keep me all to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day I will be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you will still control me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For I will always love &lt;/span&gt;my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;beautiful, soft, manipulating captor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I am free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Micol Kraft Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this poem for those who are unable to express these feelings. I feel your pain, and you are in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Micol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-6736670328020383930?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/6736670328020383930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=6736670328020383930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6736670328020383930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6736670328020383930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-am-free.html' title='When I Am Free'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7416831738892388430</id><published>2009-04-28T12:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:40:28.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fix'/><title type='text'>Doing the Mending</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. One of my favorite quotes is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an old saying from the Great Depression Era, I understand. Seems pretty appropriate in these times of repression, as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the quote yesterday, as I fixed the strap on one of my shoes with some super-strong glue. I thought of it again today as I stitched up an undergarment of mine that still has a lot of wear left in it, but had had a small rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like the saying, 'A stitch in time saves nine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall watching a cartoon when I was a little girl where Bugs Bunny sings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A stitch in time...will save nine...especially with a needle fine!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing it to myself when I do some small repair job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the moral behind that little ditty? If you repair a small hole with one stitch, it will save you from having to make many more stitches to repair the hole as it gets larger with wear and washing. As a fiber artist, I can truly understand why they used to darn socks and mend their precious handmade garments when they acquired holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all a bit more unattached to our pre-fab store-bought garments these days, but still, I would encourage you to set aside your mending projects in a little basket and pull it out as you wind down for the day. Work on your mending as they did back when there were no 'disposable clothes' or mass-produced goods. It should make you feel extra-proud to be so prudent, even though you may be able to afford to replace the item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asks you why you don't just go out any buy another one, you can wisely say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Waste not, want not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to the recyclers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7416831738892388430?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7416831738892388430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7416831738892388430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7416831738892388430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7416831738892388430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/04/doing-mending.html' title='Doing the Mending'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4734344131392482266</id><published>2009-04-23T10:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:54:57.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fibertherapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Dreams Do Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SfCK1DZ6VaI/AAAAAAAAALA/6o6b1L28WFU/s1600-h/IMG_7100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327911003230983586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SfCK1DZ6VaI/AAAAAAAAALA/6o6b1L28WFU/s400/IMG_7100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SfCKmQLssJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rWQnLlcbo6U/s1600-h/IMG_7098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327910748962992274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SfCKmQLssJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rWQnLlcbo6U/s400/IMG_7098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are shots of our banner and business cards for our fibertherapy group! &lt;a href="http://www.fibertherapy.org/"&gt;http://www.fibertherapy.org/&lt;/a&gt; The background is actually white. The photos were taken in the shade, so the colors are off, but you get the idea. We appreciate the hard work of the lovely people who made these promos and our new website possible:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, Rachel Kraft, artist and graphic designer extraordinaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband, Cory Day, supporter of the arts, layouts/webmaster, and financier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe and Jessica Dougherty, owners of &lt;a href="http://www.funkyfinds.us/"&gt;Funky Finds&lt;/a&gt;, promotional goods providers and promoters of indie artists everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your generous support, we thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4734344131392482266?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4734344131392482266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4734344131392482266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4734344131392482266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4734344131392482266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams Do Come True'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SfCK1DZ6VaI/AAAAAAAAALA/6o6b1L28WFU/s72-c/IMG_7100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1005216886751759979</id><published>2009-04-21T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:22:52.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Fiber Therapy at Fort Worth's Spring Fling Arts Festival this Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Don't forget that this Saturday from 10am-6pm is the Funky Finds Spring Fling!&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://funkyfinds.us/springfling" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://funkyfinds.us/springfling&lt;/a&gt; The indoor event will showcase the work of over 130 talented artisans providing consumers the opportunity to find hand-crafted one-of-a-kind gifts, unique accessories, fashionable attire, home dècor and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our local &lt;a href="http://www.fibertherapy.org/"&gt;www.fibertherapy.org&lt;/a&gt; group will be there giving out FREE knitting and crochet kits and training to the first 50 students who sign up, as well as weaving, spinning (yarn making) and fiber preparation demonstrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 10 am-6 pm, Saturday, April 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: Will Rogers Memorial Center, 3409 Burnett-Tandy Drive, Fort Worth, TX 76107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COST: Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE EVENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family and pet-friendly event will feature a raffle benefiting Humane Society of North Texas, Tarrant Area Food Bank, and Aflac Cancer Center. The first 50 people to purchase a $1 raffle ticket will receive "go green" swag bags hand-crafted by the Dallas Craft Mafia full of funky goods. The Humane Society will also be on-hand facilitating pet adoptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spring Fling is a terrific way to celebrate Earth Day as many vendors create recycled and upcycled goods. Eco-conscious shoppers will appreciate having over 100 shops in one location eliminating the waste of time and gasoline driving around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend the Funky Finds Spring Fling on April 25 and celebrate handmade goods and independent artisans.  Proud sponsors include Wimberley Enterprises, Inc., Cabbage Rose, Dallas Craft Mafia, Shop Shop Designs, Polka Dot Potato, Sublime Stitching, Craft Gossip and Handmade Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT FUNKY FINDS: Funky Finds is a company dedicated to promoting independent artists, crafters and designers. Founded in 2006 by Jessica Dougherty and now run with husband Joseph Dougherty, Funky Finds features funky handmade goods on a daily basis. Visit our website for the latest finds at &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://funkyfinds.us/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://funkyfinds.us&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1005216886751759979?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1005216886751759979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1005216886751759979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1005216886751759979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1005216886751759979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiber-therapy-at-fort-worths-spring.html' title='Fiber Therapy at Fort Worth&apos;s Spring Fling Arts Festival this Saturday!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-6626779367211966164</id><published>2009-04-02T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:56:35.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reveal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gumption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honest'/><title type='text'>Shall I?</title><content type='html'>Shall I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I be honest&lt;br /&gt;Shall I be bold&lt;br /&gt;Shall I be brave&lt;br /&gt;Reveal secrets untold&lt;br /&gt;Shall I have gumption enough to unfold&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of the oft-foggy&lt;br /&gt;Past that I hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Micol Kraft Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-6626779367211966164?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/6626779367211966164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=6626779367211966164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6626779367211966164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6626779367211966164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/04/shall-i.html' title='Shall I?'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-2624653039489490593</id><published>2009-03-26T19:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:57:53.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='package'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><title type='text'>Rose Hip Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/ScwkUy5pv5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zH3OtNIdzfU/s1600-h/Rose+Hips+from+Rachel+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317665199697280914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/ScwkUy5pv5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zH3OtNIdzfU/s400/Rose+Hips+from+Rachel+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My darling sister Rachel surprised me with a care package of Rose Hips for my tea time today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, dear heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-2624653039489490593?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/2624653039489490593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=2624653039489490593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2624653039489490593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2624653039489490593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/03/rose-hip-surprise.html' title='Rose Hip Surprise!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/ScwkUy5pv5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zH3OtNIdzfU/s72-c/Rose+Hips+from+Rachel+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4389379517984422806</id><published>2009-03-26T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:54:21.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhyme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairytale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coloring'/><title type='text'>The Dish and the Spoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/ScuIyLTNbRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1k_8wJn48j4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317494180649200914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/ScuIyLTNbRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1k_8wJn48j4/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Art by our five year old. So cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4389379517984422806?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4389379517984422806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4389379517984422806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4389379517984422806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4389379517984422806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/03/dish-and-spoon.html' title='The Dish and the Spoon'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/ScuIyLTNbRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1k_8wJn48j4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-3064489068888000191</id><published>2009-03-02T08:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:01:41.367-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;smiley face&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;digit face&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><title type='text'>Digit Face</title><content type='html'>My Mr. Acorn Hat was featured for a short while (24 hrs?) on Digit Face! He is French. He likes to help me make Yarny Acorn Favors. (Tutorial in my Vox collections and in my Flickr sets. (RecycleMicol user ID)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://digitface.com/?p=1468"&gt;http://digitface.com/?p=1468&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;-RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-3064489068888000191?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/3064489068888000191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=3064489068888000191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3064489068888000191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3064489068888000191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-2nd-only.html' title='Digit Face'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5622510869932453691</id><published>2009-02-18T09:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:30:40.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indigestion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;quick bread&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergen'/><title type='text'>Yeast in the morning, Sailor take warning!</title><content type='html'>So...I'm adding yeast to one of the things that irritates my stomach. It's actually a common enough allergen or irritant. Just look up Candida in any search engine to learn more about it. Basically for me, after I eat yeast breads, I feel as if it is still rising right inside my tummy! I have to go lie down for all the discomfort that ensues, although there are drops that I could take three times a day to combat it if I wanted to keep tossing it down my gullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to save around $30.00 a month and the hassle of having to remember to take them, I'll simply cut WAY down. (Actually, I already have...that's why I can tell that it's the yeast that is effecting me when I do eat it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a bevy of 'Quick Breads' that I could make to have my bready-cravings met, such as scones, tortillas, some flat breads without yeast, biscuits, even unsweetened crepes, so I'm really not out any indulgence, but for every day, no-hassle and lower-fat fare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SZwx91wh1WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PS1LMnBLaZY/s1600-h/Carr%27s-Table-Water-Crackers.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SZwx91wh1WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PS1LMnBLaZY/s1600-h/Carr%27s-Table-Water-Crackers.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304169399608005986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 5px 5px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SZwx91wh1WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PS1LMnBLaZY/s320/Carr%27s-Table-Water-Crackers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm now having fun trying out different kinds of crackers! I picked these up at the market a few days ago and I really like them. You have to look at the labels, as some crackers, even in this same line, have a bunch of preservatives and/or sugar, which are taboo in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using crackers as a substitute is actually quite nice! You get to play around with adding your favorite tidbits to them and trying out new and unique foods that you might not have tried before. There are lots of recipes on-line and in my cookbooks to give me ideas if I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...how could I get bored?! Having 'appetizers' all the time instead of just at the occasional party makes me feel pretty 'Ritzy'. Hee-hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5622510869932453691?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5622510869932453691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5622510869932453691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5622510869932453691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5622510869932453691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeast-in-morning-sailor-take-warning.html' title='Yeast in the morning, Sailor take warning!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SZwx91wh1WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PS1LMnBLaZY/s72-c/Carr%27s-Table-Water-Crackers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-8002217590894163287</id><published>2009-02-05T10:05:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:27:11.330-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inheritance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coercion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='influence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor'/><title type='text'>STUFF TO THINK ABOUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do we need to keep up with the Jones's?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a strong desire to have things like expensive jewelry, over-sized homes, high-end cars, etc. until I see others possessing it or putting a lot of stock into it. I will see things in the stores or catalogs and think they are cool and all, but until I see someone personally enjoying something they have, it doesn't really bring out the envy or jealousy in me. Because I recognize this pattern, I know how to temper my feelings about it. I can bring myself back down to earth and be happy that I haven't let that kind of behavior get the best of me. It is a base instinct and I'm glad that I am not a slave to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone really need marble counter-tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole planned obsolescence model set before us in society leads me to think that there's something wrong with my laminated kitchen counter-tops. Sure, the color doesn't exactly fit my current decor as I would like for it to, but they're in perfect condition, structurally. The trend setters want me to feel like I'm missing out on something if I don't rip out my counter-tops and replace them with marble or granite. They would really go after my ten-year-old, though already 'outdated', cultured marble bathroom vanity, (which is not actually made of marble, by the way) to be certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we give charity to an entity who just wants more, or those who honestly don't have enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you find an organization who's donations are not stripped down to pennies on the dollar after cutting everyone's salary checks and paying the bills, can't you just find a family in dire straights to bless, or some fixed-income retiree who has to choose between buying their medications or buying healthy food? I have been to some churches who don't even give to individual families anymore. They refer people to a clothing closet or food bank if they need help. The church board decides which outside charities to give to, but only after paying for all the salaries, utilities, real estate developement and improvements. It's hard to know which charities are really helping the needy more than they are themselves. But, then I think, what would it be like if we had no charities at all? Would those in need know where to go for help? Or, how would the belevolent ones know that they were giving to a truly needy family? I know that some of the 'needy' are needy because they aren't necessarily spending their money wisely throughout the month. I know people who aren't as needy as they think. I have seen people manage to get approved for food stamps when they drive two new vehicles and already have a vacation at Disney World planned within the same month. So, I suppose entities may be necessary to weed out those undeserving of our charity. I imagine with the way I would try to run a charitable organization, it might not last very long, so I'll just try my best to find the one run with the most prudence, the most heart and the most transparency when it comes to donating my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we or our children feel pressured to get wealth by ill-gotten gains, or by any means other than hard work?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...it's pounded into our brains: "Work smarter, not harder!" We read books on how to not pay our taxes or find ways to beat the system and get something for nothing. I would ask, is it worth it if you to have to...grease palms, make questionable business deals, keep quiet when you know someone else is stealing, live in fear that you'll lose your job if you do this or don't do that unethical thing, risk losing your family, show a poor example to others, teach your children that cheating is the way to make it in this world, gamble away your and your family's future, take food out of other people's mouths to get ahead, run from the law, run from the other side of the law, put your family in danger, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, can you just walk away from it, no matter how much you think it's going to be worth to you in money or position, before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should we use our influence and magnetism to benefit only ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with strong personalities can usually find a way to get what they want. I am a strong personality, who happens to want to be used more to bless others than be blessed myself. In fact, I do get blessed by seeing others' needs met. Because I don't require much to exist myself, I can happily pass along tangible things to others needing my help without really thinking about what's in it for me. This is only because I recognize my influence as something to be used for good. I can see the other side of the fence, where manipulation and greed rule over the over-confident fool's actions. These people are really quite hard to resist, because of their magnetism and charm. I recognize that they see people as a means to a desired end, and as things to be conquered until they've gotten what they want out of you, be it money, position, sex, approval or praise, loyalty, etc. If you find that you have influence over people, I hope that you can see the supreme responsibility of your actions. Be honest with yourself about how you are willing to treat others to reach your goals. If you operate through coercion and fear, you're missing out on what it takes to be genuinely respected. If you are manipulating people through flattery or charm, it's just a matter of time before they figure you out and become disenchanted. If you use your influence to see others reach their goals, rather than taking from them, and work hard at an honest profession to reach yours, then you are using your influence in the best possible way. If you do that, you will gain and keep the respect of others, know the self-respect that comes of an honest living, have money enough for your and your family, and leave a legacy of influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some stuff to think about!&lt;br /&gt;-Micol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-8002217590894163287?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/8002217590894163287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=8002217590894163287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8002217590894163287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8002217590894163287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuff-to-think-about.html' title='STUFF TO THINK ABOUT'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-112133648141551213</id><published>2009-02-04T22:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:40:08.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYpshcDPzgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_bPN-VbTIbA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299167233276104194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYpshcDPzgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_bPN-VbTIbA/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well...look who's feeling better after her surgery! We really had a good time together today when I went to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is growing back in...so fine and soft. It just makes you want to rub it. It will probably fall out again as she heads into her next, and hopefully last, round of chemo. After that, we'll see if the cancer goes into remission or not. Praying for that day, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the photos for larger views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYpsP9H5Y4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/wACA93lz9gc/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299166932916331394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYpsP9H5Y4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/wACA93lz9gc/s320/011.JPG" 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/8326229702311802711-112133648141551213?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/112133648141551213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=112133648141551213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/112133648141551213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/112133648141551213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommy-update.html' title='Mommy Update'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYpshcDPzgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_bPN-VbTIbA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-2628083105609363262</id><published>2009-02-02T10:19:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:39:25.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pastor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sermon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wholesale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salesman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Consuming Christian Consumers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We can laugh at ourselves, can't we? :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consuming Christian Consumers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You've just been converted?&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Come with me to the church book store,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll really show the world the new you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want folks to see that you've changed for the better,&lt;br /&gt;And that now you have more of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;But it's easier to tell that you're a believer&lt;br /&gt;If you'll wear these 'Jesus fish' gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go grab that shirt that reads "Rockin' for Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;And the key chain with the sinner's prayer.&lt;br /&gt;You really need the mug with the Ten Commandments&lt;br /&gt;And the "Hallelujah!" brush set for your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I see that you carry a paper-back bible,&lt;br /&gt;But, you need one of these covers for style.&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, if you want to look like a serious Christian,&lt;br /&gt;Let's head to the leather-bound isle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll want &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; translation, and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; one, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;And here's one that our old pastor used.&lt;br /&gt;And this section of concordances, lexicons and helps,&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you from getting confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for your PC or mobile devices,&lt;br /&gt;To save the books you buy from rip or tear,&lt;br /&gt;We have all these and more in our vast collection&lt;br /&gt;Of bibles and helps on software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Bible is a good place to start,&lt;br /&gt;But in order to be really well-read,&lt;br /&gt;You should get lots of how-to books by various authors,&lt;br /&gt;From soul-winning to raising the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for your music and movies of old,&lt;br /&gt;You must, at once, toss them all out!&lt;br /&gt;But there is good news, for just over there,&lt;br /&gt;Is our multi-media "Glory Spout".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's even a listening station, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;With the latest in audio pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who thanks God on the sleeve of their cover,&lt;br /&gt;Has made their way into this treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be certain, every movie, sound byte or book,&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack and toy in this room,&lt;br /&gt;Is God-approved, holy, prudent and right,&lt;br /&gt;For us Christian-consumers to consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, ask the wholesaler,&lt;br /&gt;For he told me so.&lt;br /&gt;I just thank God we found this supplier,&lt;br /&gt;From whom such blessings flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-2628083105609363262?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/2628083105609363262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=2628083105609363262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2628083105609363262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2628083105609363262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/02/consuming-christian-consumers.html' title='Consuming Christian Consumers'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-546539245983774643</id><published>2009-01-28T09:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:38:19.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquisitive Child O' Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why do we need eyebrows, Mommy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYB7RF7A-MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5T2kthSkrKE/s1600-h/Eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296368695365400770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYB7RF7A-MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5T2kthSkrKE/s400/Eyebrows.jpg" 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/8326229702311802711-546539245983774643?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/546539245983774643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=546539245983774643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/546539245983774643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/546539245983774643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/01/inquisitive-child-o-mine.html' title='Inquisitive Child O&apos; Mine'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SYB7RF7A-MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5T2kthSkrKE/s72-c/Eyebrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-3390845000966274223</id><published>2009-01-27T10:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:46:58.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My loved one has cancer...what can I do?</title><content type='html'>Hello! I wanted to share an update on my mother's condition. Last week, she had surgery to remove (hopefully) the last of her cancerous organs and tissue. Today, she goes back to Houston for a post-op exam to see if they got it all. We are very optimistic about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has had a hard week, with the passing of her father on Friday, being the only relative who could handle his affairs and funeral arrangements. She is a true testament to the strength of a woman, I'll tell you! How she does it is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who is a breast cancer survivor herself. One day I asked her to send me an email listing her favorite things done for her by her family and friends while she was going through treatment. She not only gave me a list of her favorites, but asked her fellow BC survivor friends to give their input, too, so I could list them on my blog. Many thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following list was provided by my friend Marie, a breast cancer survivor and some of her survivor friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually loved my cards and notes from everyone the most, as I treasured the fact that someone cared enough to write their feelings, good wishes and thoughts to me during the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone to update friends and relatives with the latest information so that I didn't have to re-hash everything over and over again was one of the most helpful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to organize meals for days following surgeries and such and stuff for me, so I didn't have to feel so much like I was asking for help was so helpful for me and my family. Some friends set up an account with carecalendar.org, where people can sign in and volunteer to bring dinner on set nights. It also displays for everyone a list of the things the person can/can't eat. It can also be used to sign up for errands, driving kids, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sometimes the patient's churches have a schedule for volunteers to help. Make sure the volunteers know about dietary restrictions and allergy information, as there are lots of things that are suggested/forbidden on the patient's diets.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the all-organic fruit basket from Whole Foods I received. I could used one of those every week. I also received a gift certificiate to SoupPeddler.com but I have to admit it wasn't to my taste. If you like their seasoning, it's a really nice service, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I agree that you really can't have too many flowers. :-) People rarely send flowers nowadays, so they do make a statement. The few arrangements I received really did cheer me up and make me feel special, so it's not an outmoded or frivolous thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in heavy duty treatment - I could barely go to the bathroom (that is another story). My daughter was a big help but she was just 17. (&lt;em&gt;An understanding spouse or family member is a real blessing in this area!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office paid for a few house cleanings from a maid service, and gave a gift certificate to EatOutIn. If you haven't heard about them, you place a food order to EatOutIn from a participating restaurant and they pick up and deliver it to you. It was great. In fact, I have a good friend in our office now who is newly diagnosed with BC and we are taking up a collection for EatOutIn for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After y'all mentioned flowers - those and all the books and everything is wonderful to get. But I also thought of how I enjoyed a simple card or note. They can bring lots of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setting up a wiki, website or blog for updates really helps to cut down on the need for expensive phone calls and giving out repetitive information.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite gift was a hat that said, "@#$! Cancer". For other sassy clothing items, visit &lt;a id="SAWARN1d6638g" href="mhtml:%7BDA794F03-C0BC-497C-BAF7-F6814D30A71A%7Dmid://00000169/!x-usc:http://www.planetcancer.org/html/store.php?sec_Id=7" original_href="http://www.planetcancer.org/html/store.php?sec_Id=7"&gt;www.planetcancer.org/html/store.php?sec_Id=7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="SAWARN1d6638g" href="http://www.cafepress.com/chezchemo" original_href="http://www.cafepress.com/chezchemo"&gt;www.cafepress.com/chezchemo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Ideas of Survivor Gifts I remember receiving:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Beanie Bears like the “Angel Bear-Pink Sky”, the “Beanie Bear - Cure”&lt;br /&gt;Christine Doll that you squeeze and she sings “I Will” by John Lennon and Paul McCartney from choosehope.com.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Stones and stones that had meaning like “life,” “love,” “cure,” etc.&lt;br /&gt;Spa Certificates&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Services&lt;br /&gt;Catered Meals&lt;br /&gt;Journals&lt;br /&gt;Glass Hearts with Swarovski crystals from “Expressions from the Heart”&lt;br /&gt;Pens&lt;br /&gt;CDs – all types&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational Books like “Angel Meditations”&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational Maya Angelou Bookmarks&lt;br /&gt;Real fruit flower bouquets that are edible&lt;br /&gt;Bath Salts &amp;amp; Bath oils&lt;br /&gt;Home-made Stone Crosses&lt;br /&gt;Home-made soups with customized soup labels&lt;br /&gt;Scarves &amp;amp; Hats (skull Caps)&lt;br /&gt;Angels – all types with sayings&lt;br /&gt;Shaman pin/pendant&lt;br /&gt;Survivor Design Mug&lt;br /&gt;Humorous DVDs&lt;br /&gt;Wine Country Bath Salts&lt;br /&gt;Pink Tool Set&lt;br /&gt;Lotions&lt;br /&gt;ipod (from one of my kids)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-3390845000966274223?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/3390845000966274223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=3390845000966274223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3390845000966274223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3390845000966274223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-loved-one-has-cancerwhat-can-i-do.html' title='My loved one has cancer...what can I do?'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-8455049384345482611</id><published>2009-01-22T19:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:58:11.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SXkhzzYdhSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9zbqNxC3M4o/s1600-h/IMG_6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294300010800579874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SXkhzzYdhSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9zbqNxC3M4o/s400/IMG_6740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...don't laugh at the drawing. I was just goofing around, drawing on one end of the dry erase board while our five year old daughter drew on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at my doodling and said, "Do you know what that's called?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, "What?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She said, "Radial Design."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked her where she learned that and she said, "Art Class."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really excited that she retains information like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-8455049384345482611?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/8455049384345482611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=8455049384345482611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8455049384345482611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8455049384345482611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-class.html' title='Art Class'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SXkhzzYdhSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9zbqNxC3M4o/s72-c/IMG_6740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-656503624864114718</id><published>2009-01-21T10:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:32:29.227-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indoctrinate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how_to_boil_a_bullfrog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steep'/><title type='text'>Bullfrog Soup for the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was steeped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par-boiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast iron deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewed with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasts of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Sunday dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not given a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Micol Kraft Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never really written any poetry to speak of. It was just in my heart to write one today. I don't know what to name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-656503624864114718?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/656503624864114718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=656503624864114718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/656503624864114718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/656503624864114718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/01/bullfrog-soup-for-soul.html' title='Bullfrog Soup for the Soul'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-2158282050219546589</id><published>2009-01-08T09:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:49:43.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Altering</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...feels like a real change is about to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably not going to be comfortable. I most likely won't think I'm ready for it, but I get the sense of a life-change, for sure, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...you have gotten my attention. I'm prepared! "Dump it down here on ol' Micol, Lord! I can take it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-2158282050219546589?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/2158282050219546589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=2158282050219546589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2158282050219546589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2158282050219546589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-altering.html' title='Life Altering'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1666340273057127166</id><published>2009-01-06T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:25:18.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycled People</title><content type='html'>No, not Soylent Green People...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone."&lt;br /&gt;-- Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RecycleMicol...needs to be recycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'll do in the future, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help to recycle people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my gift is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help transform people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking at people like they can never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1666340273057127166?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1666340273057127166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1666340273057127166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1666340273057127166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1666340273057127166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2009/01/recycled-people.html' title='Recycled People'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-6462318991115247766</id><published>2008-12-17T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:58:17.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Bad</title><content type='html'>Oh, I've been bad at keeping this blog updated. Sorry!  Give me until next week &amp; I'll update you on our Holiday festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-6462318991115247766?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/6462318991115247766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=6462318991115247766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6462318991115247766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6462318991115247766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-bad.html' title='Been Bad'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4516282257024118772</id><published>2008-11-17T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:59:05.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you I was good at untangling!</title><content type='html'>It's common for me to grab a mass of tangled yarn from my yarning buddies when they try to unravel it in my presence. The reason...I'm good at untangling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat all 17 levels of the online game "Untangle" last night after about two hours total playing time over the past few days. The last two levels were actually very difficult for me, but the victory was sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.addictinggames.com/untangle.html?r=user_posted_link'  style='color:#2e4b82;'&gt;&lt;img src='/fimages/4529.jpg' width='50' height='50' align='left' style='float:left; border:2px solid #006; margin-right:5px;'&gt;&lt;b style='display:block; padding-top:18px;'&gt;Untangle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear='all'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4516282257024118772?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4516282257024118772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4516282257024118772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4516282257024118772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4516282257024118772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-told-you-i-was-good-at-untangling.html' title='I told you I was good at untangling!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5786586852573474956</id><published>2008-11-06T16:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:35:58.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRNxJFlvhtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LeWN-XEllAE/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRNxJFlvhtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LeWN-XEllAE/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265676790259484370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incomplete painting of my daughter as a baby was sent to me by my sister Rachel. While I would have loved to have seen it finished, there is something really cool about its pencil lines and unfinished state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!  Thanks, Rege!&lt;br /&gt;-RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5786586852573474956?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5786586852573474956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5786586852573474956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5786586852573474956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5786586852573474956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/11/completely-sweet.html' title='Completely Sweet'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRNxJFlvhtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LeWN-XEllAE/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-825234704802973260</id><published>2008-11-04T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:33:24.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha the Lesser</title><content type='html'>I know that I kind of romanticize or even idolize the artistic. Putting creative people up on a bit of a pedestal. Well...if you have ever looked at my craft blog and you've pegged me as some sort of Domestic Diva, I'm here to tell you...you are sadly mistaken! Here's a little story to put it into perspective. (No, this is not an advertisement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my daughter had to grab her jeans out of the laundry because I failed to wash them in time. (Hey, at least they were on top of the laundry pile...and I did sniff them to make sure they weren't really too dirty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she had them on, I thought I'd make double sure that they didn't have any hint of odor, so I grabbed the Febreze off of the shelf, gave her pants a few mists and took her to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and went in the laundry room to finally &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; some laundry so that we'd have clothes and towels the next morning. I looked up on the shelf and realized that I had sprayed my daughter with Endust. The allergy and odor-free kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRBccnrYGYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bHPKLjEEZsg/s1600-h/endust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRBccnrYGYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bHPKLjEEZsg/s400/endust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264809611153119618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRBcppWLjtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mYgKI7Guyts/s1600-h/febreze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRBcppWLjtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mYgKI7Guyts/s400/febreze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264809834939387602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, they do have similar sized bottles! Although, I really didn't notice the 'fresh' scent when I sprayed her down. Now I know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...that's the kind of Diva I am. Not very Martha-ish, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-825234704802973260?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/825234704802973260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=825234704802973260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/825234704802973260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/825234704802973260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/11/martha-lesser.html' title='Martha the Lesser'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SRBccnrYGYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bHPKLjEEZsg/s72-c/endust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4012493544403243315</id><published>2008-10-28T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:00:33.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Springs Fingerless Mitts - Free Knitting Pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SQeLbha17rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tb_UwetiJAE/s1600-h/Copy+of+Hand+Springs+Fingerless+Mitts+for+Mom+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SQeLbha17rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tb_UwetiJAE/s400/Copy+of+Hand+Springs+Fingerless+Mitts+for+Mom+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262327994549399218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to Linda Welch for the use of her gloriously easy-to-read lace chart on her Spring Forward Socks Pattern, which make these mitts a joy to knit, even for those unaccustomed to chart reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my test knitters and proof readers Bonnie, Donna, Jen, Katie, Linda, Sara and Susanna for making this free pattern what it is today! I would not have wanted to do it without you all!  XOxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had trouble getting the pattern posted onto my Craft Blog at www.recyclemicol.com so, please be patient. For the time being, you can access the &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/o3855gi50k"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free PDF here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pattern also soon to be added to Ravelry.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Knitting!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4012493544403243315?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4012493544403243315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4012493544403243315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4012493544403243315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4012493544403243315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/10/hand-springs-fingerless-mitts-free.html' title='Hand Springs Fingerless Mitts - Free Knitting Pattern'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SQeLbha17rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tb_UwetiJAE/s72-c/Copy+of+Hand+Springs+Fingerless+Mitts+for+Mom+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7014845792055720369</id><published>2008-10-17T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:43:10.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPjqw84Za8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p-lqeyPMzIQ/s1600-h/Ghost+Computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPjqw84Za8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p-lqeyPMzIQ/s400/Ghost+Computer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258210691652348866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a ghost in my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes find emails. Un-opened from my friends in my Deleted Items folder that I know I didn't send there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes get emails or posts on my blog from people answering questions that I didn't ask them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is writing/sending/deleting things, but whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good security system, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not good. If you've ever gotten a strange sounding email from me, or if I never replied and you sent something, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I drew this in Paint.net. It's a little computer ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7014845792055720369?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7014845792055720369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7014845792055720369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7014845792055720369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7014845792055720369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-ghost.html' title='Computer Ghost'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPjqw84Za8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p-lqeyPMzIQ/s72-c/Ghost+Computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5098411097360201829</id><published>2008-10-16T10:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:38:52.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles</title><content type='html'>Since everything I say can and will be held against me in a little courtroom in other people's minds, even if I don't mean it toward anyone in particular, I'll resort to omitting the articles and just give you the titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are All You Men On Viagra Or Something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Artificially Create High-Risk Pregnancies &amp; Multiple Births, Resulting In A Higher Infant Mortality Rate, Then Blame It On Poor Healthcare In The US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electing A President...Still Undecided?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church...Who's Really In Control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Imagination Is Closed For Repairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trafficking Much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things have nothing to do with personal experiences with friends or family. I just read about them this week on the news feeds, so don't try to figure out to what I am referring. Ha-ha. I have more titles. Some day I'll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5098411097360201829?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5098411097360201829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5098411097360201829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5098411097360201829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5098411097360201829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/10/titles.html' title='Titles'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4875227811987953857</id><published>2008-10-13T13:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:51:31.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eschew.  Bless you!</title><content type='html'>You know, I often have something to say, but I don't write it here on my blog because it's not like it's a complete thought, really. I somehow think that if I don't have a whole article's worth of commentary, then I should keep it to myself until I do. I guess I've never been a 'short and sweet' type of writer, nor am I really very good at grammar. But, I love words. I love vocabulary. I love to read the thesaurus and the dictionary for fun. I tend to elaborate and amplify. Never mind that I could say it in ten words or less...it's got to be a paragraph for me, when a sentence would do. So...perhaps the recognition of this fact in my own mind will jar something loose. You may actually begin to see more frequent posts here because I promise to begin to try to curb my appetite for all things loquacious and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eschew Obfuscation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4875227811987953857?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4875227811987953857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4875227811987953857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4875227811987953857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4875227811987953857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/10/eschew-bless-you.html' title='Eschew.  Bless you!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5412651266223187428</id><published>2008-09-25T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:05:18.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNvSudhogbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ECeYLPfzP2k/s1600-h/James+Retirement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNvSudhogbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ECeYLPfzP2k/s400/James+Retirement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250021486271955378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick as a dog today, but it won't stop me from popping my buttons with pride for my sister Alisha and her family today! Here is a photo she sent of her husband James and family at his Military Service Retirement Ceremony. (Not sure what they call it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing to be so young, yet to have already amassed so much training, knowledge and experience? I couldn't be more proud for what they have already accomplished together, nor more excited for their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, James &amp; Alisha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5412651266223187428?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5412651266223187428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5412651266223187428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5412651266223187428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5412651266223187428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-proud.html' title='So proud!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNvSudhogbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ECeYLPfzP2k/s72-c/James+Retirement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-8790499787892055968</id><published>2008-09-20T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:48:16.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Bash</title><content type='html'>In our city, after the Homecoming Parade, volunteers meet for a 'Trash Bash'. Cleaning up the parade route, as well as our city parks. This was our first year to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNUo7QkCLiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cc_caFOcPrQ/s1600-h/Trash+Bash+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNUo7QkCLiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cc_caFOcPrQ/s400/Trash+Bash+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248145939293679138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNUom1T3sdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9aILSpNegQ0/s1600-h/Trash+Bash+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNUom1T3sdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9aILSpNegQ0/s400/Trash+Bash+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248145588380742098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-8790499787892055968?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/8790499787892055968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=8790499787892055968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8790499787892055968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8790499787892055968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/09/trash-bash.html' title='Trash Bash'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SNUo7QkCLiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Cc_caFOcPrQ/s72-c/Trash+Bash+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4380855157838723850</id><published>2008-08-27T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:48:14.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback 1975</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SLVZtvUpPiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Rj_N5jELqLg/s1600-h/JerryJordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SLVZtvUpPiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Rj_N5jELqLg/s400/JerryJordan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239192383847480866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had this record, along with several other comedy albums with these crazy men telling funny stories and having pretend phone and CB radio conversations with God!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't press &lt;a href="http://blogfiles.wfmu.org/JH/2008/05/phone_call/Jerry_Jordan_-_Phone_Call_From_God.mp3"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; unless you want to hear someone having a conversation with God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4380855157838723850?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4380855157838723850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4380855157838723850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4380855157838723850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4380855157838723850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/08/flashback-1975.html' title='Flashback 1975'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SLVZtvUpPiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Rj_N5jELqLg/s72-c/JerryJordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1300629192557108670</id><published>2008-08-26T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:16:03.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SLQQFsVXtMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YvVIP_g1Zkw/s1600-h/First+Day+of+Kindergarten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SLQQFsVXtMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YvVIP_g1Zkw/s400/First+Day+of+Kindergarten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238829956524913858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five years of almost 24-7 mother-daughter time, I really thought I'd cry.  She was so brave, though.  She told me that she wasn't even feeling shy.  I can't wait to see how the day went for her.  Me?  I'm kind of lost.  I don't know what to do first.  I think I'll go have a good cry.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1300629192557108670?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1300629192557108670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1300629192557108670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1300629192557108670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1300629192557108670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SLQQFsVXtMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YvVIP_g1Zkw/s72-c/First+Day+of+Kindergarten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-32736947948030671</id><published>2008-08-21T12:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:21:09.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You and your shoes..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SK2hvMHTk6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0rE-mA5ipWM/s1600-h/RM+Self+Portrait+Thursday+August+21+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SK2hvMHTk6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0rE-mA5ipWM/s320/RM+Self+Portrait+Thursday+August+21+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237019773779547042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter and I went to visit my Grandmother a few weeks before my daughter’s fifth birthday.  I was wearing a pair of black wedge-heeled sandals that I bought at the beginning of summer.  Grandmother noticed them and asked me if they were new.  I told her that they were ‘sort-of’ new.  She said, “You and your shoes…you have a new pair of shoes on every time I see you.”  I was shocked at her comment and I protested vehemently.  I told her that I am hardly a frivolous person when it comes to my wardrobe, and I might buy one or two new pair of shoes a year, mainly because the ones I’ve had for years have worn through the soles or straps.  In fact, ALL of my shoes, totaled, fill one drawer in my dresser!  Adding, “I don’t know too many women with that conservative of a shoe stash. Do you?”  Grandmother quickly recanted and we went on about our business of visiting, having a lovely time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks passed and I thought about Grandmother’s comment every time I went to my drawer to get a pair of shoes.  I just couldn’t understand why she had that opinion of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my daughter’s birthday dinner, I was sitting near my husband’s Grandfather at the table.  He is in his late seventies; the same age as my Grandmother.  He said, “Time really does seem to move more rapidly as you get older.”   This was no surprise to me, as I had heard that all of my life and have experienced it myself, especially since the birth of my daughter.   It was what he said next that made more of an impact on me.  He said, “A whole year will go by, but it only seems like three months to me.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I knew that time seems to speed up as we age, but I never realized just how fast time could seem to fly by for the elderly.  Within just a moment, that statement made a quick connection to my Grandmother’s comments about my shoes.  I suddenly understood that, while I may buy one pair of shoes every blue moon, given her own relationship with time, it may very well seem to her as though I have some sort of insatiable shoe fetish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since grasping how differently time is passing for all of us, I have enjoyed a better understanding of our Grandparents than ever before.  It’s easier for me to understand the younger people in my life as I try harder to remember how slowly time crept by when I was younger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SK2iB3XKHZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ND0Sl_r3nC0/s1600-h/Liz+making+muffins+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SK2iB3XKHZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ND0Sl_r3nC0/s320/Liz+making+muffins+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237020094626405778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ll try to not get so upset at my young daughter and teenage step-son in the car, for instance.  In their minds, the 25 minute drive to Grandmother’s house becomes a two hour road trip.  I do realize that my daughter thinks she has waited hours upon hours for me to get finished with this article.  I’m sure she thinks mommy is never going to get away from the computer and bake muffins with her.  I love the fact that she won’t recall how long it took for her patience to be rewarded; she’ll just be so pleased when I tell her that it’s finally time to bake together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-32736947948030671?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/32736947948030671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=32736947948030671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/32736947948030671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/32736947948030671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-and-your-shoes.html' title='&quot;You and your shoes...&quot;'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SK2hvMHTk6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0rE-mA5ipWM/s72-c/RM+Self+Portrait+Thursday+August+21+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-980305902059399629</id><published>2008-08-14T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:51:29.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga is People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SKTEWjg0jrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zvNXgkXampI/s1600-h/RMmanga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SKTEWjg0jrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zvNXgkXampI/s400/RMmanga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234524558680428210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I go to &lt;a href="http://www.faceyourmanga.com/welcome.htm"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; to make myself a free Manga Avatar.  Unfortunately, they don't really have a nose quite as 'pug' as mine.  Of course, they wouldn't have my style of hair...because, I mean...who would imagine anyone else choosing it?!  So, this is the closest I could come up with.  Pretty good.  I had to add my RM swag button to the cap.  If I had the time, I'd alter the hair and the nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-980305902059399629?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/980305902059399629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=980305902059399629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/980305902059399629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/980305902059399629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/08/manga-is-people.html' title='Manga is People!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SKTEWjg0jrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zvNXgkXampI/s72-c/RMmanga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5583440947332863381</id><published>2008-08-02T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:47.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Edie &amp; Lizzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SJTFpMupchI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uBZHvr5jbds/s1600-h/August+pics+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SJTFpMupchI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uBZHvr5jbds/s400/August+pics+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022378866176530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't my mom look good?!   I'm happy that she was feeling better today after a rough week and discontinuation of a new medication.   I really almost envy her having an 'airy' scalp, since it's just so hot and humid here in Texas right now.   Feels like 110 degrees today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5583440947332863381?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5583440947332863381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5583440947332863381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5583440947332863381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5583440947332863381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandma-edie-lizzie.html' title='Grandma Edie &amp;amp; Lizzie'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SJTFpMupchI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uBZHvr5jbds/s72-c/August+pics+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5545977729707370670</id><published>2008-07-18T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:47.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother &amp; Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SIE2UkcHLnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ANFbGb_YWo/s1600-h/Grandma+Edie+Sheared+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SIE2UkcHLnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ANFbGb_YWo/s400/Grandma+Edie+Sheared+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224516769733357170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mommy!  She is undergoing chemotherapy, so we went with her to get her head sheared today.  She was so strong and didn't cry while we were there.  I think she looks marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more photos of her haircut here in my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/"&gt;Flickr Photos&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SIE2zyDOJhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nyeDAxkxcVg/s1600-h/Grandma+Edie+Sheared+c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SIE2zyDOJhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nyeDAxkxcVg/s400/Grandma+Edie+Sheared+c1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517305962997266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5545977729707370670?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5545977729707370670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5545977729707370670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5545977729707370670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5545977729707370670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/07/mother-daughter.html' title='Mother &amp;amp; Daughter'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SIE2UkcHLnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ANFbGb_YWo/s72-c/Grandma+Edie+Sheared+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7465451924605269364</id><published>2008-07-11T09:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:48.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk it up to heredity</title><content type='html'>I suppose our child is destined to become a very creative individual.  I mean, it's in her genes.  Her father and I are both artistic.  She sees me creating things almost every day.  We look at my friend's Flickr photos together sometimes, so she sees other people's creativity as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me for some bread this morning so she could use her cookie cutters.  I walk in the dining room to find these sitting on the table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SHdyCj4PAtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/peJivkKCz88/s1600-h/Lizzie%27s+Culinary+Skills+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SHdyCj4PAtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/peJivkKCz88/s400/Lizzie%27s+Culinary+Skills+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221767681275790034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SHdxRW3M2zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hzu5ReXB8qI/s1600-h/Lizzie%27s+Culinary+Skills+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SHdxRW3M2zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hzu5ReXB8qI/s400/Lizzie%27s+Culinary+Skills+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221766835968203570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves playing with the little felt strawberries that I got for her in a Craftster.org swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll end up being the pastry chef that I always wanted to be!  Who knows.  Whatever she does, I know she'll be great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7465451924605269364?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7465451924605269364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7465451924605269364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7465451924605269364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7465451924605269364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/07/chalk-it-up-to-heredity.html' title='Chalk it up to heredity'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SHdyCj4PAtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/peJivkKCz88/s72-c/Lizzie%27s+Culinary+Skills+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-9162814060667004811</id><published>2008-06-20T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:11:24.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check your local LISThings.</title><content type='html'>So...here's a list of things that make me sad, each followed by something to be grateful for.  (I like to try to end on a good note most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I got a sunburn last week and I'm starting to peel.  &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, I have really great memories of the time I had with my daughter at the pool while I was getting the sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I skipped lunch and it's too close to dinner to eat now.  &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, my husband is taking me out on the town tonight while my daughter sleeps over at my In-Laws.  Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; My mom has Stage 3 Cancer.  &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, she is such a young, strong, positive soul that she ends up encouraging me every time I talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I feel like I have a million things to do and I'm too overwhelmed to do them.  &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, I know my daughter won't be this little forever and it will get easier as time goes on and she starts school...so I will just enjoy every minute of her childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; My step-son is now 13 and it's hard to watch him make mistakes.  &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, he really is a good kid at heart and I believe he will always learn from the mistakes that he makes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I miss my far-away family. &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm glad that I'm an independent and capable woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...that's enough for today.  Lists are fun.  More to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-9162814060667004811?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/9162814060667004811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=9162814060667004811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/9162814060667004811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/9162814060667004811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-your-local-listhings.html' title='Check your local LISThings.'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-2378133481479202698</id><published>2008-05-27T21:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:49.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Well...here is our precious darling before the dentist visit this morning:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SDy9xkNYcJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WRhmaz154-E/s1600-h/Lizzie%27s+Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SDy9xkNYcJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WRhmaz154-E/s320/Lizzie%27s+Before.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205243928564494482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And $5 grand later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SDy-SENYcKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AM2dd43VTgQ/s1600-h/Lizzie%27s+dentist+trip+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SDy-SENYcKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AM2dd43VTgQ/s320/Lizzie%27s+dentist+trip+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205244486910242978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...as parents, we're both exhausted by the whole proceedure.  Sixteen cavities taken care of at once.  Multiple caps, crowns, nerve treatments and extractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice, with one heck of an experience to back me up, is...take the kids to the dentist within the first month of the first tooth like the books say!  FORCE them to let you brush their teeth if you have to...don't let them brush on their own and finally, help them floss like there is no tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from sticky sweets like gummy snacks (worms, bears, jelly beans, etc.) caramel and fruit roll-ups unless they brush and floss immediately afterwards.  Soft drinks corrode the enamel very quickly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All stuff that we should have known, but unfortunately ignored in the past.  Not anymore!!!  So...parents, consider yourself officially warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-2378133481479202698?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/2378133481479202698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=2378133481479202698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2378133481479202698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2378133481479202698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SDy9xkNYcJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WRhmaz154-E/s72-c/Lizzie%27s+Before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-3655448693767873494</id><published>2008-05-04T22:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:49.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Godly Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SB6LwIKc7TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d8jwa2wRvic/s1600-h/GSPaxton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SB6LwIKc7TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d8jwa2wRvic/s320/GSPaxton.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196744678973435186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is usually a light-hearted blog, but I may make a few folks mad here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People...please understand that young, impressionable children hear the lyrics in music and it often effects their belief system.  Believe me, I know.  I grew up listening to secular-turned-Christian music star, Gary S. Paxton.  As one of his titles read, "Terminally Weird, but Godly Right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I have gotten some good from hearing his records.  I have always loved his song &lt;a href="http://audio.xanga.com/AuntieKathy/cec661223906/audio.html"&gt;Whiskey Wet&lt;/a&gt;, for instance because I can really hear the honest angst in his voice and he is speaking in the first person about his regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not really a 'Gary-bashing' post. However, Paxton fans will probably not approve of this post, either.  Hey, I'll admit...there are several songs of his that I do still like for nostalgia's sake, but others that I would certainly not want my children to accept as the Gospel truth, or "Godly Right".  I'm just saying that kids are so impressionable and I see the wisdom in teaching them to be more open-minded and kindhearted, rather than cynical and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you've developed a multi-phobic, hypocritical, judgmental, intolerant, fault-finding, condemning personality, finding it hard to pinpoint the cause, and realize that you grew up listening to these albums as I did, just bring copies of Gary's records to a good licensed counselor. It should clear up a lot of confusion.  Ha-ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reference,&lt;a href="http://audio.xanga.com/AuntieKathy"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; site has quite a few of his songs, in their entirety, in streaming audio.  Click on all of the pages to see the whole list.  His Christian music discography is &lt;a href="http://www.garyspaxton.org/Music/index.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, along with excerpts of all his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I don't blame you too much for playing those records, Dad.  You were an awfully strange hippie in those days too, after all.  Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-3655448693767873494?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/3655448693767873494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=3655448693767873494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3655448693767873494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3655448693767873494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/05/godly-right.html' title='Godly Right?'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SB6LwIKc7TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d8jwa2wRvic/s72-c/GSPaxton.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-980903659509430085</id><published>2008-04-29T15:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:57:30.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie's Bird's Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/2452187019/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2452187019_9ef50c02b9_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/recyclemicol/2452187019/"&gt;Lizzie's Bird's Nest&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened the blinds in the kitchen this morning while Lizzie was eating her breakfast and in our usual manner we said together, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Mr. Sun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lizzie made a very thoughtful observation and added, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He always wears the same thing every day."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-980903659509430085?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/980903659509430085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=980903659509430085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/980903659509430085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/980903659509430085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/04/lizzie-bird-nest.html' title='Lizzie&amp;#39;s Bird&amp;#39;s Nest'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2452187019_9ef50c02b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-8846606107587732985</id><published>2008-04-18T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:00:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/2423538630/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/2423538630_75c250f841_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/recyclemicol/2423538630/"&gt;Micol &amp;amp; Lizzie February 2008&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are...sharing a Big Red in a local diner.  They have left the soda fountain and interior pretty much as it was back when our town was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo was taken last February by my Mom.  I just thought it was a really cute shot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-8846606107587732985?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/8846606107587732985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=8846606107587732985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8846606107587732985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8846606107587732985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/04/daughter-days.html' title='Daughter Days'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/2423538630_75c250f841_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5433832700911073936</id><published>2008-04-13T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:30:45.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RM April 14 1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/2411787353/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2341/2411787353_897f35b462_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/recyclemicol/2411787353/"&gt;RM April 14 1973 &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I am...with my doctor...35 years ago.  4 lbs. 13 oz.  19 in. long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...those were the good old days!  Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5433832700911073936?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5433832700911073936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5433832700911073936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5433832700911073936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5433832700911073936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/04/rm-april-14-1973.html' title='RM April 14 1973'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2341/2411787353_897f35b462_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-6524702162235829311</id><published>2008-04-08T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:04:11.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swap Loot from Patchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/2398290787/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2229/2398290787_04c5058822_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/recyclemicol/2398290787/"&gt;Swap Loot from Patchy - All The Loot!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah...I'm a bit excited, so I'm cross-posting.  Check out my &lt;a href="http://recyclemicol.vox.com/library/post/excitement-overload.html"&gt;craft blog&lt;/a&gt; for more pics and the whole description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-6524702162235829311?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/6524702162235829311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=6524702162235829311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6524702162235829311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6524702162235829311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/04/swap-loot-from-patchy.html' title='Swap Loot from Patchy'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2229/2398290787_04c5058822_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7295190276356365841</id><published>2008-04-04T14:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:49.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vessel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subconjunctival_hemorrhage'/><title type='text'>The Venerable Red Eye Knights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R_Z_yf5hbaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hgWgELjRaIg/s1600-h/RM+Red+Eye+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R_Z_yf5hbaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hgWgELjRaIg/s400/RM+Red+Eye+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185472526496656802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...the title is an inside joke, but dagnabbit!  This is the second time a blood vessel has burst in my eye in the last month and a half.  It's called a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/subconjunctival-hemorrhage/DS00867"&gt;&lt;em&gt;subconjunctival hemorrhage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, technically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad. It doesn't hurt, nor does it affect my vision, but it is sure unsightly and takes over a week to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is an actual photo of my eye today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7295190276356365841?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7295190276356365841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7295190276356365841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7295190276356365841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7295190276356365841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/04/venerable-red-eye-knights.html' title='The Venerable Red Eye Knights'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R_Z_yf5hbaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hgWgELjRaIg/s72-c/RM+Red+Eye+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4361000123806669485</id><published>2008-03-29T10:27:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:50.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environmental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reduce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthhour'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>LONG POST WARNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 'Earth Hour' day today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited when our city (a suburb of Fort Worth, Texas) recently voted for curbside recycling!  It is incredibly freeing (and space-saving) for an artist to not feel like he/she has to hang on to everything that they don't want to go into the landfill so they can re-purpose it. Now I only keep the things that I KNOW I have a need for and recycle the rest!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also switched almost all of our household lightbulbs to the evergy-saving Compact Fourescent Bulbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shop for used items and participate in Freecycle and other local swap/sell/trade boards on a regular basis and look for ways to re-purpose things.  I think my need for thrifting comes from my Paternal Grandmother, who always reminds me that she was born during the first year of 'The Great Depression', 1929.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R-5iev5hbZI/AAAAAAAAADs/4abIWev5P2U/s1600-h/Depression+Junk+Shop+National+Archives+Photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R-5iev5hbZI/AAAAAAAAADs/4abIWev5P2U/s400/Depression+Junk+Shop+National+Archives+Photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183188501543349650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression Era Junk Shop (National Archive Photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.worldwildlife.org/index2.cfm"&gt;World Wildlife Fund&lt;/a&gt; website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour is tonight, March 29, from 8 to 9 pm local time! Get ready to make it a great celebration for the planet.  TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS for this one hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to do after you turn the lights out? Here are 10 fun ideas to help you, your family and your friends make a change and make a difference today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Host a Green Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your friends together for an Earth Hour eco-party. Fire up the flashlights and battery lanterns, serve organic food, avoid the disposable utensils, use natural décor (like flowers and hanging plants) and have a friend provide acoustic music. Talk to your guests about how you're each reducing your environmental footprint and share ideas and solutions for saving more energy, money and carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Give Yourself an Energy Makeover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use Earth Hour to make your home more energy efficient: Replace your old light bulbs with compact fluorescent bulbs; install power strips (so you can turn computers and electronics on and off more easily); and change your air conditioner filters. Or go one step farther and install one new energy-efficient item, like an EnergyStar qualified DVD player. And on Monday, call your local utility and sign up for green power-like wind, hydro or solar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Go Green with Your Kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour is a perfect time to talk to your kids about the environment and why we need to protect our planet from the dangers of climate change. Check out books on the environment from the library and read by flashlight, or head into the yard and have a night picnic. Or how about a night of board games? Check out our downloadable Earth Hour kids' activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Do a Recyclables Scavenger Hunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your flashlights and scour your cabinets and shelves for cans, bottles and cardboard (like cereal boxes) that you don't normally recycle. Make a list of all the non-recyclable containers you're using now (like plastic shopping bags and butter tubs), and figure out ways to reduce your consumption of items that end up in landfills. One easy tip: get reusable grocery bags... and reuse them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Green That Workspace!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working the night shift? Even if you can't turn off all the lights at work, look around and see what you can unplug, turn down or use less of (like consuming less paper by printing double-sided). Every day millions of computer screens and speakers are left on overnight--shut 'em off! And talk to your coworkers about what they can do to help make a difference, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Involve Your Local Leaders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your city or town isn't hosting an Earth Hour event, ask your local government to set up a community "green" discussion this spring. Help organize attendance by reaching out to local environmental and community groups, and come prepared to ask your leaders what they're doing to make your city greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Clean Up Your Neighborhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a flashlight and take a long walk through your neighborhood, picking up trash and recyclables as you go. It's a great chance to do some stargazing, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Unplug and Chill Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our daily activities--like watching TV, shopping online and texting friends--require loads of electricity, but do we really need to do so much stuff all the time? Take one hour for yourself to just chill... turn off the screens, put down the handheld devices and just take some "you" time to reflect, read or talk to your family. After all, why do more when you can do less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Take Your Temperature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thermostat and your refrigerator are responsible for a huge portion of your carbon footprint. If you lower your thermostat by just 2 degrees and set your fridge to 37 degrees F. and the freezer at 0 degrees F., you'll make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Make a Pledge for the Planet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour shouldn't end at 9:01 pm--it's a chance to take a first step toward lowering your overall impact on the environment. So use part of that hour to make a personal pledge to do more--recycle, drive less often, turn off or unplug electronics, and beyond. The only way we're going to stabilize our climate is if we make real changes in our everyday lives. That change begins with Earth Hour, and ends with a healthy planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are more than 10 ways to make a difference. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.worldwildlife.org/index2.cfm"&gt;WWF's&lt;/a&gt; website for additional ideas on things you can do every day to help the Earth and reduce your environmental footprint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of Earth Hour and committing to lowering your impact on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4361000123806669485?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4361000123806669485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4361000123806669485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4361000123806669485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4361000123806669485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R-5iev5hbZI/AAAAAAAAADs/4abIWev5P2U/s72-c/Depression+Junk+Shop+National+Archives+Photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7626756329753236445</id><published>2008-03-12T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:44:36.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my girl!</title><content type='html'>I don't want this to turn out to be a 'brag on my kids all of the time' type of blog, but hey.  &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I just can't resist!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing laundry and it was quiet.  Too quiet.  So I look around for my daughter and she's in her room.  I peeked in at her diapering one of her dolls and I said, "You're taking care of your baby dolls, huh?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, matter-of-factly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah.  I'm dedicated."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the laughter, I said, "You sure are dedicated, aren't you?"  She said that yes she was and that she was just diapering her baby.  Then she went off to find the clothes and shoes that go to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm partial, but for a four and a half year old, &lt;strong&gt;I thought that was pretty sweet!&lt;/strong&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7626756329753236445?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7626756329753236445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7626756329753236445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7626756329753236445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7626756329753236445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-my-girl.html' title='That&apos;s my girl!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-904009570497947850</id><published>2008-02-20T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:52:30.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trowbridge Museum Online</title><content type='html'>What a nice hour I just spent reading the information on Cloth Making on this website.  I thought I'd share it with my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trowbridgemuseum.co.uk/cloth/index.html"&gt;Cloth Making in the 'olden days'.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-904009570497947850?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/904009570497947850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=904009570497947850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/904009570497947850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/904009570497947850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/02/trowbridge-museum-online.html' title='Trowbridge Museum Online'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-3399047400729475042</id><published>2008-01-29T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:23:36.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Here's a scratchy sweater with no shape...enjoy!"</title><content type='html'>After reading my last post, I know some people are probably thinking about the 'kitsch' factor.  I must say that I do think it's totally fun to make and wear zany things sometimes.  I am one of those self-expressive people who still like wearing some odd nostalgic garment or accessory from the thrift store...but that's not something for the uptight or the average Joe.  My &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org"&gt;Craftster&lt;/a&gt; pal &lt;a href="http://madebytess.typepad.com/"&gt;Tess&lt;/a&gt; is a great example of a free-spirited dresser who likes wearing handmade articles without reservation. I love her Flickr photos.  (Hi Tess!)  So, there are times when an orange acrylic macramé owl purse with wooden bead eyes and beak might be appropriate for the intended recipient, but only because they themselves would buy one at a thrift shop and they would probably swoon if you made one for them that didn't wreak of 'vintage smells'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the key is to know the market you're targeting.  If you know your daughter has never liked turtlenecks, &lt;strong&gt;don't give her a crocheted dickie!&lt;/strong&gt;  Now, if you're thinking that you could ask someone if they would like you to make 'such and such' for them, you should consider that about half of the people you ask are going to tactfully lie to you and tell you that they would like one, just to be polite.  Trust me...it could be packed up in their next shipment to Goodwill, or worse...it will sit in their drawer for the remainder of their life until one of their surviving relatives toss it in the garbage, not knowing from whence it came.  How many painstakingly-made lace doilies do we see in the thrift stores for a dollar?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you craft for someone, view their blogs and &lt;a href="http://www.wists.com/RecycleMicol"&gt;virtual wish lists&lt;/a&gt;.  Pay attention when they genuinely, out of no obligation, show their approval of something around them and try to note their style choices in their clothing and home decor.  Can they wear wool without getting a rash?  Will that color wash them out?  Some people have very minimalistic tastes in decor.  If you look around their home and they have very few trinkets, realize that it may pain them to have to display your lovely set of hand knit coasters.  I myself live with an individual of that nature and trust me, you won't see a doily anywhere near our home.  If you want to make someone a dishcloth set and can't find matching colors for their kitchen, go with neutrals.  I would presume to say that most people do care if things match, otherwise you wouldn't see such a wide array of colored counter top appliances on store shelves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice for gift-giving is to stick with simple, useful items in natural fibers.  I'm not saying that I'll never again work with synthetics.  Loving nostalgia the way I do, I myself have been hanging onto some fabulous vintage double-knit polyester fabrics in a variety of wonderful prints hoping that one day I might find the perfect pattern for them.  Like I said in my last post...I will only work with materials that are &lt;em&gt;pleasing&lt;/em&gt; to me.  Yes...even polyester fabric can be pleasing to me!   Now, something that I would never do with it is make it into a scratchy tied quilt and give it to my brother and his wife for their new baby. (Oh, the horror!!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when I give a gift I like to tell people that there are no strings attached.  If they feel someday like changing their decor, their child grows out of it, or something else happens that makes it lose it's necessity,  Pass It On!  Donate it, sell it or if it's beyond repair, toss it.  I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; show up on their doorstep three years later expecting to see them wearing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you need to read this today?  I think I needed to write it...just to reestablish it in my own mind.  Now I am at crafting peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-3399047400729475042?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/3399047400729475042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=3399047400729475042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3399047400729475042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3399047400729475042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-scratchy-sweater-with-no.html' title='&quot;Here&apos;s a scratchy sweater with no shape...enjoy!&quot;'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7703145405268623318</id><published>2008-01-27T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:50.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had not made it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R51i5snB1OI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZCV5OeUjj7E/s1600-h/Lizzie+in+the+circus+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R51i5snB1OI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZCV5OeUjj7E/s400/Lizzie+in+the+circus+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160389491403379938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I must really be honest with myself about the things I create, especially where clothing is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must ask myself this question and be brutally honest with myself as to the answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would I want to wear my items if I had NOT made them myself?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if I had seen it for sale on a store shelf, would I have grabbed it up and headed for the dressing room or register with a silly grin on my face, or would I have passed it right on by without giving it a second thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I sometimes work with a material that I would not normally use simply because it is what is on hand.  If I do have fabric or yarn sitting around that is not my style, it was either 'too good of a deal to pass up', inherited or it was given to me by a generous friend.  Most of the time I try to only buy or accept the things that I know I'll use, but sometimes the 'pack rat' in my loses touch of reality which can lead to the creation of a garment that I myself would not usually wear.  I do understand that not everyone has my tastes and that someone else may want to buy it from me, but then it's sitting there in my shop, regarded by viewers as a direct representation of my style and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it is for someone like me who loves to 'Reduce, Reuse and Recycle' to not stash any and all supplies away for a future project, I must be truthful with myself about my materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I use that which I do not love?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, an even more important thing to think about is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it fair to my loved ones and friends to make them something handmade if I myself am unhappy with the materials that I use?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the hat that I knitted in the photo above is pretty cute, but my daughter would not have worn it if I had paid her off in ice cream! (I tried.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many coarse, ugly-colored knitted or crocheted hats must people have hidden away in their sock drawers since the invention of acrylic yarn?  How many people have hand sewn items in their closets that will never see the light of day because all their moms or wives buy is cheap, unfashionable, discounted fabric prints which in all honesty, had they been seen in a garment on the racks of a department store, would have certainly been passed over by the same women who buy it by the yards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who has just packed up a box of fabric that she herself has bought at discount prices, I urge you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't walk away from the store with cloth or yarn that you're not thrilled about...no matter the price!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to sound harsh, and I'm not saying that I wouldn't be pleased as punch to find a $1.00 fabric table or even a gently-used cotton bed sheet with a fabulous print that is just perfect for a project.  It just seems to me that we, as artists who display pride in the skill and dedication to the quality of our workmanship, should be willing to seek out the kind of quality in materials necessary to maintain that high standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, remember...I am Recycle Micol!  So don't worry about any supplies currently in my stash going to waste, of course.  I do like to use a lot of vintage and repurposed fabrics and materials which I feel represent me perfectly in my crafting.  When I do have to 'weed out' some undesirable supplies for lack of storage space, I would never let anything that can be useful to someone else just go into a landfill somewhere.  I have wonderful local artist friends who work in costuming for the theater and others who design their own crafts who always benefit from donations of my fabric and craft destash sessions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I hereby vow:  I will not create with materials that are not thoroughly pleasing to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect and love for myself and others,&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7703145405268623318?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7703145405268623318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7703145405268623318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7703145405268623318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7703145405268623318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-hadnt-made-it.html' title='If I had not made it...'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R51i5snB1OI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZCV5OeUjj7E/s72-c/Lizzie+in+the+circus+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4878918334709601006</id><published>2008-01-20T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:18:33.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's very clean.</title><content type='html'>My four year old daughter had a wee fit of coughing tonight.  I asked her if she was alright.  After she finished, she said, "Yes, I was just dusting my mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...kids say the darndest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4878918334709601006?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4878918334709601006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4878918334709601006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4878918334709601006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4878918334709601006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/01/shes-very-clean.html' title='She&apos;s very clean.'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1695084546788488820</id><published>2008-01-09T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:50.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apron Love</title><content type='html'>I walked past the pantry area where we hang our coats and things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where are all of my aprons?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH: I put them in your closet...you have like...fifteen of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I do not.  I have about ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH: I'll bet you have more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sure I don't have fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I found one more in my bedroom...I do NOT have fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sixteen.  *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite vintage apron.  It was given to me by my dear friend Angelia. I usually have it all neatly pressed, but I wore it yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R4U6YJqUduI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X2UFT7NTO4s/s1600-h/Favorite+Vintage+Apron+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R4U6YJqUduI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X2UFT7NTO4s/s400/Favorite+Vintage+Apron+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153589535180093154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R4U6wpqUdvI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ex8U1gCDff0/s1600-h/Favorite+Vintage+Apron+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R4U6wpqUdvI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ex8U1gCDff0/s400/Favorite+Vintage+Apron+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153589956086888178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1695084546788488820?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1695084546788488820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1695084546788488820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1695084546788488820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1695084546788488820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2008/01/apron-love.html' title='Apron Love'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R4U6YJqUduI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X2UFT7NTO4s/s72-c/Favorite+Vintage+Apron+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-3622203476377042596</id><published>2007-12-30T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:42:29.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Burleson Area Fiber Artists would like to introduce our brand new website with a forum to go with it!  Thanks to my husband, Cory...we have our own domain name, too!  No funky url address...yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try  &lt;a href="http://www.fibertherapy.org"&gt;www.fibertherapy.org&lt;/a&gt; on for size and see how you like it!  We'll keep the Vox Fiber Therapy group up and running for a period of time just until everyone gets comfortable with the new forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you have any questions or suggestions for the new site!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micol Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAFA Spokesperson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-3622203476377042596?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/3622203476377042596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=3622203476377042596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3622203476377042596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3622203476377042596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/12/burleson-area-fiber-artists-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-782166380811921219</id><published>2007-11-28T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:50.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R02f5O6F_gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PNErQnpKTlc/s1600-h/spork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R02f5O6F_gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PNErQnpKTlc/s400/spork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137938555502722562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know...I'm an official member of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spork.groups.vox.com/library/post/6a00d41422ce3e6a4700d4142fffd5685e.html"&gt;Spork Appreciation Society.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-782166380811921219?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/782166380811921219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=782166380811921219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/782166380811921219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/782166380811921219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/spork.html' title='Spork'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R02f5O6F_gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PNErQnpKTlc/s72-c/spork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4645789098437828630</id><published>2007-11-26T13:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:51.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion and Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R0sf8e6F_fI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqwa3x2DFCA/s1600-h/Asleep+sitting+up+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R0sf8e6F_fI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqwa3x2DFCA/s400/Asleep+sitting+up+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137234923895520754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I try not to bore with 'kid posts' too much...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My four year old daughter was playing at a neighbor friend's house when the Mom called and said, "I guess your daughter's sleepy."  I sighed because that usually means that they're fighting because she's gotten cranky.  Then she told me to bring my camera...so I really wondered what was the matter.  She had just fallen totally asleep at 6:00 p.m. while watching TV with her friend.  We laughed and took photos and she didn't wake up until I picked her up to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her imagination is just so inspiring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on the computer in our bedroom when she brought in a mini Igloo cooler lunch box and laid it on it's side on top of the T.V.   &lt;br /&gt;She said that it was a T.V. and grabbed a make-believe remote control, pretended to turn it on and began laughing and pointing.  She said, "Oh, that coconut!...Hahahhahahaha". She told me that it was 'The Coconut Channel'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in the kitchen and made lunch and baked some cookies to eat together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back into my room to check my email.  She yells out from the living room, "Are you still watching that Coconut Channel?".  It's funny to me that she still had it on her mind even several hours later.  What a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4645789098437828630?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4645789098437828630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4645789098437828630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4645789098437828630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4645789098437828630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/exhaustion-and-imagination.html' title='Exhaustion and Imagination'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R0sf8e6F_fI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqwa3x2DFCA/s72-c/Asleep+sitting+up+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-2335215211852545168</id><published>2007-11-18T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:51.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Snowflakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R0CfI-6F_eI/AAAAAAAAACk/JPZ0xC4BIlo/s1600-h/IMGP2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R0CfI-6F_eI/AAAAAAAAACk/JPZ0xC4BIlo/s400/IMGP2507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134278551876795874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I forgot all about these last year.  I made these back in 2005.  I should get one of those silicone mats to make things a whole lot easier this year.  I think I'll take more time on the piping of the icing, as well!  Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-2335215211852545168?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/2335215211852545168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=2335215211852545168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2335215211852545168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2335215211852545168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/speaking-of-snowflakes.html' title='Speaking of Snowflakes...'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/R0CfI-6F_eI/AAAAAAAAACk/JPZ0xC4BIlo/s72-c/IMGP2507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-4846436224135604009</id><published>2007-11-18T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:08:48.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-a-Flake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/RecycleMicol/IMGP2455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/RecycleMicol/IMGP2455.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I get my snowflake cravings taken care of even though I live in Texas.  (It's November 18th and we're wearing shorts this year!  Don't worry...a cold front will be here in time for Thanksgiving Day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the &lt;a href="http://www.lookandfeel.com/index.asp"&gt;'Look and Feel&lt;/a&gt;' site to &lt;a href="http://snowflakes.lookandfeel.com/"&gt;Make-a-Flake&lt;/a&gt;!  It's super fun for all ages and you can sometimes see your flake floating out the virtual window shortly after you've created it.  You can email them, print them...click on them as they fall outside the 'window' to see the detail...it's so lovely!  They do have some other fun games on their site as well.  A  bit commercial, but hey...that's they're job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...the flake in the photo above is one of MY paper flakes from a couple of years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-4846436224135604009?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/4846436224135604009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=4846436224135604009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4846436224135604009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/4846436224135604009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/make-flake.html' title='Make-a-Flake'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1256021776599467734</id><published>2007-11-13T01:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:27:58.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/1996241845/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/1996241845_3cee8af4df_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/recyclemicol/1996241845/"&gt;Wishful Thinking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...I guess my husband thought that since we were cancelling our cruise this year that he'd give me the next best thing.  I really had to control the laughter when I saw this doctored photo of my body on a beach I've never been to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1256021776599467734?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1256021776599467734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1256021776599467734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1256021776599467734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1256021776599467734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/1996241845_3cee8af4df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-8132006875143021963</id><published>2007-11-11T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:36:35.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A love for Wubb</title><content type='html'>I watch a lot of children's programming with my daughter and &lt;A href="http://wubbzy.com/"&gt;Wow Wow Wubbzy&lt;/A&gt; is one of my favorites for it's cute graphics, educational content and mostly...the music videos! &lt;A href="http://wubbzysongs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bob Boyle and Brad Mossman&lt;/A&gt; have really come up with some great songs for the show and has generously directed me to the &lt;A href="http://wubbcast.com/"&gt;Wubcast&lt;/A&gt; site so that I can share with my readers my FAVORITE music video "MADE BY YOU", which ANY crafter will just LOVE! (Wubbcast #27) I had to try to convert it from a .m4v to an .avi file to upload it, which made it a bit sketchy, but you can watch Wow Wow Wubbzy's &lt;A href="http://wubbcast.com/episode/27"&gt;podcast&lt;/A&gt; if you have a Quicktime viewer. Bob and Brad's site has some really fun Wubbzy better quality Wubbzy music videos with their other songs. Check them out, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/RecycleMicol/Wubbzy.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made By You&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Bob Boyle / Music: b. Mossman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best kinda gifts are made by hand&lt;br /&gt;Just use some tape or a rubber band&lt;br /&gt;No need for a diamond covered pony&lt;br /&gt;You can just make it out of macaroni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw a card or write a letter&lt;br /&gt;Pick a flower or knit a sweater&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture red or yellow&lt;br /&gt;Make up a song and play it on cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it yourself&lt;br /&gt;It comes from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Make it yourself&lt;br /&gt;It’s a work of art&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s a gift and it’s from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do something really sweet&lt;br /&gt;And give someone a special treat&lt;br /&gt;Make some art or bake a cake&lt;br /&gt;It’s from you, there’s no mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can paint a face on a rock&lt;br /&gt;Make a puppet from a sock&lt;br /&gt;Tie a ribbon on an old shoe&lt;br /&gt;No need to buy something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s made by you&lt;br /&gt;Not from the shelf&lt;br /&gt;It’s made by you&lt;br /&gt;Not by an elf&lt;br /&gt;It’s made by you… and you made it yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it yourself&lt;br /&gt;It comes from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Make it yourself&lt;br /&gt;It’s a work of art&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s a gift and it’s from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s a gift and it’s from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-8132006875143021963?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/8132006875143021963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=8132006875143021963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8132006875143021963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/8132006875143021963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-for-wubb.html' title='A love for Wubb'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-5069005233791947099</id><published>2007-11-11T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:51.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning meets Glassblowing</title><content type='html'>Oh gracious!  I have a bunch of questions for &lt;a href="http://andypaikoglass.com/sculpture/the_spinning_wheel/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; guy!!!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/Rzcvf8i0CqI/AAAAAAAAACM/RRamSAy-kU4/s1600-h/Glass+Spinning+Wheel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/Rzcvf8i0CqI/AAAAAAAAACM/RRamSAy-kU4/s400/Glass+Spinning+Wheel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131622526286564002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-5069005233791947099?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/5069005233791947099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=5069005233791947099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5069005233791947099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/5069005233791947099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/spinning-meets-glassblowing.html' title='Spinning meets Glassblowing'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/Rzcvf8i0CqI/AAAAAAAAACM/RRamSAy-kU4/s72-c/Glass+Spinning+Wheel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-6623731027999923800</id><published>2007-11-01T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:42:32.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packaging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card'/><title type='text'>Nice to be noticed!</title><content type='html'>I've been blogged about &lt;a href="http://recycledcrafts.craftgossip.com/recycled-greeting/2007/10/08/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alissa!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-6623731027999923800?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/6623731027999923800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=6623731027999923800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6623731027999923800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6623731027999923800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/11/nice-to-be-noticed.html' title='Nice to be noticed!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1959101892721483310</id><published>2007-10-31T22:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:11:52.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/1811659207/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2187/1811659207_0de868fabd_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/recyclemicol/1811659207/"&gt;Halloween 2007&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really not cross-eyed. Miss 'L' was a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had the costume I borrowed for a reenactment that I participated in a few weeks ago. It was a Civil War reenactment, but I was just one of the spinners who demonstrated the process of spinning and weaving in that era for about 500 school children who toured the camp. I told them that I'd participate...as long as I could be a 'Yankee' spinner! Ha-ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1959101892721483310?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1959101892721483310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1959101892721483310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1959101892721483310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1959101892721483310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-2007.html' title='Halloween 2007'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2187/1811659207_0de868fabd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-2703662717674512623</id><published>2007-10-31T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:52:48.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetpea Swap from Raesha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/1809549413/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/1809549413_a756201226_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/recyclemicol/1809549413/"&gt;Sweetpea Swap from Raesha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crazy-wonderful goodies that I received in the Sweetpea Swap #7 from Raesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More detailed pics in my Flickr photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy.  I would write more, but I'm being summoned by the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-2703662717674512623?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/2703662717674512623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=2703662717674512623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2703662717674512623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/2703662717674512623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweetpea-swap-from-raesha.html' title='Sweetpea Swap from Raesha'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/1809549413_a756201226_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1361222901696124115</id><published>2007-10-29T17:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:52:32.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Treats II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/1801157158/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/1801157158_d84561f81d_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/recyclemicol/1801157158/"&gt;Easter Eggs in October&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, this photo was taken in October. She has been watching a Max &amp; Ruby DVD and there are two Easter episodes on it, which made her little heart desire to paint Easter eggs. I thought, "Why not?".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1361222901696124115?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1361222901696124115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1361222901696124115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1361222901696124115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1361222901696124115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/holiday-treats-ii.html' title='Holiday Treats II'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/1801157158_d84561f81d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-6782773599907613069</id><published>2007-10-29T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:50:55.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/recyclemicol/1801157376/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/1801157376_b73007c78c_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/recyclemicol/1801157376/"&gt;Boo Cake&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/recyclemicol/"&gt;RecycleMicol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, this is a pretty sorry Halloween cake, but I really just made it because my daughter was begging to help me bake and she would not quit bugging me to eat it, or I would have made a better spider and web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not large...just a two layer six inch diameter cake made from left-over batter after baking her Cinderella cake. I baked the small cake and froze it, so all I had to do was pull it out of the freezer and frost it. My daughter helped me make some caramel-fudge frosting from a random web recipe where you microwave Eagle Brand Sweetened Condensed Milk and Semi-sweet chocolate squares. (And a pinch of salt with vanilla extract added at the last.) It's really yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-6782773599907613069?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/6782773599907613069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=6782773599907613069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6782773599907613069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6782773599907613069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/holiday-treats.html' title='Holiday Treats'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/1801157376_b73007c78c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-7861664409803378836</id><published>2007-10-28T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:46:51.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticker Bandit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/RyS2uVKFROI/AAAAAAAAAB8/myop7fTifns/s1600-h/Sticker+Bandit+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/RyS2uVKFROI/AAAAAAAAAB8/myop7fTifns/s320/Sticker+Bandit+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126423182924137698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the wall caught my eye this morning when I was alone in the house.  It was an upside-down sticker that my four year old had stuck on my bedroom wall.  It tickled me.  Then I thought about how it won't be long at all before there won't be anymore stickers stuck to walls.  No more play food strewn around the house, either.  And the amount of crumbs under her chair after a meal will diminish over time as well.  I won't mind that so much, but the little things that mean that we are blessed with a little girl in the house will be missed as they fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until perhaps...Grandkids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-7861664409803378836?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/7861664409803378836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=7861664409803378836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7861664409803378836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/7861664409803378836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/sticker-bandit.html' title='Sticker Bandit'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/RyS2uVKFROI/AAAAAAAAAB8/myop7fTifns/s72-c/Sticker+Bandit+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-3725364567206042517</id><published>2007-10-24T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:38:22.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiber Therapy</title><content type='html'>Hi friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd let the blogspot world know about our Burleson Area Fiber Artists 'Fiber Therapy' group.  (That is...South Fort Worth, South Arlington,Burleson and other surrounding communities in TEXAS, U.S.A.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://fibertherapy.groups.vox.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more information and updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-3725364567206042517?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/3725364567206042517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=3725364567206042517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3725364567206042517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/3725364567206042517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/fiber-therapy.html' title='Fiber Therapy'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-6105260772571013808</id><published>2007-10-22T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:17:45.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://eloomanator.eloomanation.com/"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt;. I’ve been tagged before and never responded because they're usually so LONG and time consuming, but I'll do this one because it's so short, just THIS ONE TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 facts about yourself: some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 3 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS&lt;br /&gt;1. If I drink or eat anything with caffeine in it after lunchtime I'll be up all night.&lt;br /&gt;2. I sleep with the thermostat on 69 degrees Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love pre-1980s movies and music. (You have to be more specific when you use the term 'oldies' nowadays!)&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm paranoid, suspicious and cynical...probably from growing up on detective shows!  Hee-hee.  I still LOVE them!&lt;br /&gt;5. I long to travel the world with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd be perfectly happy locked up in a Hobby Lobby for six years straight, as long as they brought me food and water.&lt;br /&gt;7. I think my daughter is my greatest accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging &lt;a href="http://hoxierice.vox.com/"&gt;Hoxie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://spindelicioushandspun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://missvicki.wordpress.com/"&gt;Miss Vicki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-6105260772571013808?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/6105260772571013808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=6105260772571013808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6105260772571013808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/6105260772571013808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326229702311802711.post-1483355656109653633</id><published>2007-10-18T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:20:13.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ravelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vox'/><title type='text'>A New Day...A New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Yes...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;succumbed&lt;/span&gt;. I have been blogging on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recyclemicol.vox.com/"&gt;Vox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but they have yet to arrange for the general public to comment without being forced to sign up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vox&lt;/span&gt;. Still love them, but now I must share the love with the rest of the world and not be so 'exclusive'! (And my friend Beth from &lt;a href="http://spindelicioushandspun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spindelicious&lt;/a&gt; convinced me that it was a good thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see my Blogger page and you ask, "What?! No bazillions of links to free projects and tutorials? Am I on the right blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends, there are just too many free patterns and tutorial sites to list and so many of my favorite sites already have them listed, so click on one of these links and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;craftster.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ravelry.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (If you're 'in' yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knittingpatterncentral.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;knittingpatterncentral.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knittinghelp.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;crochetpatterncentral.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knittinghelp.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;knittinghelp.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwljoyofhandspinning.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;joyofhandspinning.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knittingfool.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;knittingfool.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Wonderful illustrated stitch dictionary!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stickamera.se/gratismonster.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;stickamera.se/gratismonster.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Frequently updated Free Patterns with fewer broken links. She's working on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; version...but I can find what I need by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; titles within the folders.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to stop to eat, drink, and do some crafting every now and then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you add me to your blog roll, I'd love to know. Please drop me a line.&lt;br /&gt;RM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326229702311802711-1483355656109653633?l=recyclemicol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/feeds/1483355656109653633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326229702311802711&amp;postID=1483355656109653633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1483355656109653633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326229702311802711/posts/default/1483355656109653633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recyclemicol.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-daya-new-blog.html' title='A New Day...A New Blog!'/><author><name>RecycleMicol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002202738696037728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-2hyknveYc/SPT0SZ8KjqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mY6nw1diZ8Q/S220/RM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
