<?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-328104701618491582</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:24:37.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>klobers and you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-5006002467589647225</id><published>2009-10-22T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:17:22.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>october has been a super busy but wonderful month.  most importantly, jesse turned 30 years old.  crazy!  in celebration, we had an entire month's worth of festivities.  jesse's friend, tyler, made a surprise visit the first weekend.  it was great fun, but was initially met with some drama, when cole decided that he would hate tyler.  i think it was on account of tyler's great height.  tyler would sit on the couch and feed cole treats, and then when everything seemed resolved, he would stand up, at which point cole would try to bite his bum.  then we went outside, where tyler threw the ball for cole.  cole would fetch it and happily return it.  it seemed that they could finally be friends, so we went back inside.  once tyler stepped through the doorway, cole tried for his bum again.  after about an hour, it was decided that cole had to spend the weekend with jessica, our dogwalker, so that tyler would be safe.  he was missed.  we have since signed him up for "growls to great dogs" class, to resolve some issues.  in the meantime, cole isn't allowed on the bed or couch anymore, because it shows a lack of dominance on our part.  i am trying to baby him a little less, but it is hard work, because cole is really cute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next we stayed at jesse's favorite hotel, hotel 1000, where we had truffle fries and too much dessert.  the weekend after that, we took the clipper ship to victoria, bc.  i love victoria.  it is beautiful, walkable, and full of canadians.  here are some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our hotel, the empress:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDe5_ZrZWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rvD1F25PJfs/s320/IMG_1145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395557441442899298" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDfHvVLipI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wm8PXPmf8Kg/s320/IMG_1131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395557677647235730" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDfZZNknbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RMVZ3vUWj3A/s320/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395557980947389874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDfqj0U5bI/AAAAAAAAALA/bA3XD5zJpSk/s320/IMG_1135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395558275852068274" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDf349POiI/AAAAAAAAALI/RItdxOmHtM4/s320/IMG_1133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395558504864889378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the canadians do government:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDgFx94-PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/W8mbB3MLmnc/s320/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395558743506745586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jesse while still 29:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDgx9ONJTI/AAAAAAAAALg/iGBaU7LUzyk/s320/IMG_1162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395559502442210610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the inner harbor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDhEgxSUAI/AAAAAAAAALo/5uN0a6XKWWI/s320/IMG_1186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395559821222236162" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDhw_Y7i-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPR0FzYapXA/s320/IMG_1183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560585355824098" /&gt;&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDhfgMDaZI/AAAAAAAAALw/v1xQ9NtwZiE/s320/IMG_1199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560284922538386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a wonderful time.  after victoria, i had to take a break from jesse's birthday month to go away on a work trip to a judicial conference for 3 days.  the hotel was frightening, but it had cable tv, which i don't have at home.  it can be very addicting, that is for sure.  if i had it at home i would probably sit around and  watch "million dollar listing" everyday and gain 50 pounds.   that probably sounds pathetic, but there it is.  the highlight of the conference (aside from having hotel cable) was eating apple crisp and hanging out with the chief justice of the washington state supreme court.  i am a huge court nerd, so that was pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jesse's birthday month is almost over, which is sad, but tomorrow he will be getting one more giant surprise, which i cannot wait for.   turning 30 is not so bad.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328104701618491582-5006002467589647225?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5006002467589647225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=5006002467589647225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/5006002467589647225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/5006002467589647225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SuDe5_ZrZWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rvD1F25PJfs/s72-c/IMG_1145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-2278563763940579021</id><published>2009-07-19T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:54:46.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Rail!</title><content type='html'>the light rail has finally come to seattle!  yesterday was opening day, and we were among 45,000 people that came out to take the first trip.  it was comfortable, air conditioned, smooth, and far faster than my regular bus route.  i am very excited to start riding it home from work everyday.  the first leg of the Link starts at westlake center and goes to university street, pioneer square, the stadiums, the international district, beacon hill, columbia city, and on to tukwila, along with a few other stops in between.  at the end of the year it will connect to the airport, which will be very convenient indeed.  here is a photo of the local beacon hill station:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOse1_rCtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bG_Sd1LudVU/s320/IMG_1074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360317627391216338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the entrance, though the beacon hill station itself is actually underground, in what is now the deepest excavated tunnel in the US.  i think it's 16 stories down or some such thing. Here are some photos of the area underground, and the spacey art everywhere:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOuWdvnmJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IOEpDAsq058/s320/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360319682465732754" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOu24AAegI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HrPUd2il5As/s320/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360320239269607938" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOvWUtfQoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YFPTn3X510E/s320/IMG_1059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360320779552506498" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOvGRFb-pI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1eQPcDJbRcY/s320/IMG_1058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360320503701306002" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOvs-Jp72I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eiBeV3LF4ck/s320/IMG_1057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360321168633622370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is a picture of elvis on a unicycle entertaining the crowds of people waiting to board the train at the westlake center station:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOv-KEip3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/vTfIL2o-vPQ/s320/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360321463891175282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the trains run every 7 minutes during peak hours, and every 10-15 minutes during non-peak hours, 20 hours per day, everyday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to believe that seattle is finally becoming a city with some real mass transit.  i am looking forward to the day the capitol hill and u district stations open, among others.  the construction has already begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, there is a rooster living in our alley.  usually he struts his stuff and cockadoodle doos in plain site, but he ran in the bushes when i tried to take his photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOyJHiN56I/AAAAAAAAAKg/_BY5wXw7Aos/s320/IMG_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360323851212154786" /&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/328104701618491582-2278563763940579021?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2278563763940579021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=2278563763940579021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/2278563763940579021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/2278563763940579021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/light-rail.html' title='Light Rail!'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SmOse1_rCtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bG_Sd1LudVU/s72-c/IMG_1074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-1651841691062053724</id><published>2009-04-10T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:04:12.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for planting</title><content type='html'>i want to thank everyone that contributed to the new planters in the backyard, but most of all i want to thank frank, who thought up the idea and then busted his ass to create them.  it was definitely one of the best birthday presents i've ever gotten.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is the plot of land after it had been weeded.  we covered it with a weed sheet until the boxes were built.  the big mound of dirt in the back will be for fingerling potatoes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAUuL4D2TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pc5D-6DKXxE/s320/IMG_0877.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323277543246387506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leveling the earth to fit the planters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAV0pbBHRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AnNMQJ4Ko44/s320/IMG_0898.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323278753768480018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking time out to play with cole (who is completely obsessed with frank): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAZlfC9LNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5z48ImZE9Ss/s320/IMG_0883.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323282891331677394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weed sheets go under the planters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAZ_O-c_xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pMj-XyddBWI/s320/IMG_0902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323283333694422802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little vegetable babies are excited:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAaYz3y7eI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-jIzSNPGcSA/s320/IMG_0897.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323283773095341538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as are the broccoli babies that i started from seed a few weeks ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAaw5GmX_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/omkv29xWGFQ/s320/IMG_0888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323284186816471026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the finished product.  the weird looking stuff around the planters is a grass seed mixture laid down to prevent weeds from popping up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAbRWwcj5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/42Kfe84sfW0/s320/IMG_0906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323284744532430738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i planted snap peas and broccoli on the left side, and carrots and two types of lettuce on the right.  i'll be adding string beans sometime in the next few days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAiPu1B-9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/FGr1u3sZ7vM/s320/IMG_0907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323292413215767506" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAitmmxKoI/AAAAAAAAAII/jlWBV0HRbCA/s320/IMG_0908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323292926404536962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully spring is really here, and everything will continue to grow properly.  the yard is definitely beginning to show signs that the weather is improving.  one of the rose bushes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAjcT8MqNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8Z-nLbPYac8/s320/IMG_0860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323293728847997138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lilacs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAj1230rCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aC4P52GPweE/s320/IMG_0866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323294167721618466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;irises:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAkG58pf6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/hBiROcgFLaU/s320/IMG_0863.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323294460604940194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daffodils:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAkdI_7iCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QljA0gvIPRY/s320/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323294842602358818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will be exciting to see what else pops up.&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/328104701618491582-1651841691062053724?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1651841691062053724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=1651841691062053724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/1651841691062053724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/1651841691062053724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2009/04/ready-for-planting.html' title='ready for planting'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SeAUuL4D2TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pc5D-6DKXxE/s72-c/IMG_0877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-3234619702449104421</id><published>2009-04-05T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:08:00.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rock band and family time</title><content type='html'>i want to make mention of the lovely time i had seeing my sister's band, goodbye gadget, when they came to seattle.  their charismatic ways charmed me both on and off stage.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/Sdl8SyTAsqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uOYQWT52Y9E/s320/IMG_0817.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321421096895951522" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/Sdl9x2pwxoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Kd5q5GBkGs4/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321422730152691330" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/Sdl9EZgmtGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SH66DqeO5Zk/s320/IMG_0845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321421949235541090" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course it would be inappropriate to mention the night without also taking note of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/Sdl-TUYJEyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8aUCzdewjXE/s320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321423305067533090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but most of all it was great to hang out with both of my sisters at the same time, which almost never happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/Sdl_BEfUUvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2MhoPTnuQaM/s320/IMG_0833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321424091076645618" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/Sdl_TolrhUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3V8U-AVtQvY/s320/IMG_0830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321424410004653378" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdmAAo0jZcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bCN3SeAYRmY/s320/IMG_0815.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321425183161148866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/328104701618491582-3234619702449104421?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3234619702449104421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=3234619702449104421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/3234619702449104421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/3234619702449104421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-band-and-family-time.html' title='rock band and family time'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/Sdl8SyTAsqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uOYQWT52Y9E/s72-c/IMG_0817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-8372771868828240841</id><published>2009-03-30T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:31:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>science fairs</title><content type='html'>a couple of weeks ago i went to my niece and nephew's elementary school science fair.  it was entertaining to see the projects which had obviously been done by the parents as opposed to the ones that were clearly done by the kids. for example, one 7 year old had two large pieces of metal with electric currents shooting between them, while another kid did her project on what would happen if you spit on five pieces of melon and left them out of the refrigerator for a week.  evie did her project on how plants react when they do and do not have sunlight:&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdGVcjb8TfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xeTbB-RFlTg/s320/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319196952682581490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that poor little plant on the left makes me feel so sad.  but she was very proud:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdGWDOaOuNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hr4U35gVPVg/s320/IMG_0800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319197617053153490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also checked out the kindergarten class projects, since one of evie's friends told her that a kindergartner thinks she's "hot".  we wanted to scope him out.  she wouldn't tell us which boy, though.  also she doesn't know what "hot" means.   anyway, on the way to the kindergarten class i passed a drawing that lukas did of grover cleveland.&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdGXT08EFgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5vyQrsy5Omk/s320/IMG_0795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319199001785144834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looks like the man who called the computer "devil machine".  more on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lukas did his project on which brand of gum blows the biggest bubble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdGYKWG-JyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/p-s8rQmH9_w/s320/IMG_0804.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319199938402199330" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdGYtQ622pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZMyh6HgC0Ek/s320/IMG_0806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319200538304633490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here he is being his usual charming self:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdGZBWfvetI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVcRpHtr4VQ/s320/IMG_0805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319200883398900434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is sort of an abrupt ending, but i just got really tired and i want to finish the hound of the baskervilles before i fall asleep.  i will write more tomorrow maybe!&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/328104701618491582-8372771868828240841?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8372771868828240841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=8372771868828240841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/8372771868828240841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/8372771868828240841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2009/03/science-fairs.html' title='science fairs'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SdGVcjb8TfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xeTbB-RFlTg/s72-c/IMG_0798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-2618209559374305962</id><published>2009-03-08T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:00:04.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will spring come?</title><content type='html'>today it hailed quite a bit.  that figures because yesterday i finally got around to planting grass seed along the side of the house, so that i could repair the damage the yard has suffered as a result of cole's enormous paws.  hopefully it was not for nothing.  i am very ready for spring - i have big plans for the garden this year.  last spring i planted 3 zucchini plants, a beginner gardener's mistake, which resulted in an over abundance of zucchini, literally 3 or 4 a day for a month.  this year i will plant only 1 zucchini plant, along with broccoli, carrots, snap peas, and hopefully potatoes.  i've already started the broccoli and snap peas from seed, in my mini greenhouses:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSo7KWBmuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qxngYnQMXLc/s320/IMG_0738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311055594919140066" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSpL8hqDiI/AAAAAAAAADY/7NxYz7dDrsk/s320/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311055883267608098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are mini greenhouses on account of being covered with plastic bags, thus trapping the moisture and heat.  soon little baby broccoli and peas will appear, and it will be adorable.  if anyone wants one, please let me know.  we could trade vegetable starters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of adorable, cole and julius have become friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSqBMJ0eQI/AAAAAAAAADg/eXp9uF99UmQ/s320/IMG_0708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311056797995661570" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSqPje8v4I/AAAAAAAAADo/9fhxaOyUKt4/s320/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311057044776468354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gustav feels left out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSqw5Jvd7I/AAAAAAAAADw/1bk7IcUbMzQ/s320/IMG_0717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311057617528780722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other cute animal news, cole's crate has been taken over by the cats.  we don't actually put cole in the crate anymore, since he's proven himself trustworthy enough to roam free in the house while we're away without eating the cats.  he does still like to hang out in there sometimes, though, just for fun. he will now have to fight julius and gustav for that right:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbStmoPpYJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NSoNdXEC8Po/s320/IMG_0741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311060739726336146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor cole.  life is so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSt9tBeWqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qjpbY4bd8AY/s320/IMG_0747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311061136146061986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i have been baking crazy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cupcakes with an almond frosting (i think maybe the most delicious thing i've ever made):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSvGVFEd7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/N-q7IzDmfKw/s320/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311062383849142194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hot molten lava cakes with a creme fraiche topping:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSvhqlfkWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qbl1ZMdiLP8/s320/IMG_0762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311062853478748514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would be happy to pass along the recipes if anyone is interested.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328104701618491582-2618209559374305962?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2618209559374305962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=2618209559374305962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/2618209559374305962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/2618209559374305962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-will-spring-come.html' title='when will spring come?'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SbSo7KWBmuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qxngYnQMXLc/s72-c/IMG_0738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-8847447935206914447</id><published>2009-02-03T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:08:29.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>experimental food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SYj2EkrdiLI/AAAAAAAAACg/6y7C5PbRJUo/s1600-h/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SYj2EkrdiLI/AAAAAAAAACg/6y7C5PbRJUo/s320/IMG_0583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298755520027265202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jesse prefers turkey pepperoni, i like pineapples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SYj2Zdm4YYI/AAAAAAAAACo/8AqkcodHX_Q/s320/IMG_0596.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298755878906257794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;delicious oatmeal chocolate chip cookie dough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SYj2qQ_EQJI/AAAAAAAAACw/h2LFBDTWdkE/s320/IMG_0602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298756167575814290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blurry but good to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SYj3B8LNjNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lxr-iUliTg8/s320/IMG_0613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298756574306471122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also made a new sort of slow rising bread, which turned out way better than the rapid rise that i wrote about in a previous post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SYj3hU2YGPI/AAAAAAAAADA/I1wqjTDj5D8/s320/IMG_0614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298757113505913074" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SYj4Hva4NjI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q_qaO-CC0U4/s320/IMG_0616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298757773473363506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see, this looks terribly wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328104701618491582-8847447935206914447?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8847447935206914447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=8847447935206914447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/8847447935206914447'/><link 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type='text'>the past few weeks</title><content type='html'>here are some things that have been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, i will officially be working for the superior court.  i am very excited, and feel so lucky to have gotten a job that i've wanted for so long.  i am especially excited to be as completely non-specific as possible about what i'll be doing there, in order for my job to appear more mysterious and exciting.  for example, if i am watching law and order with a friend, i will point to the television and say "that was exactly what work was like today...it was intense".  and then my friend will say "what part?" and i will just point to the television and say "that part, like in the courtroom with those people".   later, other things will happen in the show, scenes will change, characters will be in hallways and DA offices, etc. and i will nod my head and say "that's so true.  that's exactly what work is like".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job of course will not be exciting at all, but it is a foot in the door at the place where i want to be.  i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment i am finishing up a temporary job at a giant law firm.  it is my second to last day and i have nothing to do, which is why i'm writing this.  i wanted to include pictures of some of my recent cooking exploits on this blog, but the pictures are saved on my home computer.  i will post sometime in the future.  i made a homemade pizza dough which turned out ok, but wasn't rolled completely well and so became a bit too bready.  i also made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, which were delicious, and a minestrone soup that i butchered severely.  my finger got terribly trigger happy on the food processor and i minced the vegetables to a pulp.  jesse pretended to like it the first night, but we ended up with about a week's worth of soup down the drain.  sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, cole ate my left shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328104701618491582-7105252586717854432?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7105252586717854432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=7105252586717854432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/7105252586717854432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/7105252586717854432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-few-weeks.html' title='the past few weeks'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-437335516529091670</id><published>2008-12-28T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:21:03.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially domesticated</title><content type='html'>today i made bread for the first time.  i was initially inspired by isaac, but hadn't attempted it earlier because i have always thought of myself as a very ill baker indeed.  my cookies always taste like cakes with burnt crusty bottoms.  then jesse gave me a beautiful new mixer for christmas.  my beautiful new mixer came with a dough hook, and a dough hook can make anyone a good baker of breads i think.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SVhJIiGScDI/AAAAAAAAABg/vVj_xCDpf-E/s320/IMG_0565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285054573660237874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was going to photograph the whole process, but i was so concentrated on correctly using the mixer that i forgot to photograph the main part of the breadmaking process: that is, the kneading.  so just pretend the mixer mixed the ingredients (yeast, flour, etc.), kneading on speed 2, and then it became a big dough ball.  then i cut the dough in half, and rolled it out into two loaves.  here are some photos of what happened next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SVhJvHGQK7I/AAAAAAAAABo/QzH7xgD27VI/s320/IMG_0564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285055236427230130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a special sort of bread which required refrigeration for several hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SVhKF-Z_jxI/AAAAAAAAABw/vp-kEYHWHFU/s320/IMG_0568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285055629231099666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after refrigeration, i punched the gas out.  truthfully, it wasn't especially gassy, but it felt good to beat the shit out of dough, so this step went on for quite some time.  then i put it in the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SVhL3f2hltI/AAAAAAAAACI/IbWT64ru1TU/s320/IMG_0575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285057579534358226" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SVhMMXqZRQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-P6paWI6mbM/s320/IMG_0580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285057938113250562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is the finished product.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth be told, i have mixed feelings about letting a machine knead for me.  my bread will never know the touch of human hands lovingly kneading for halves of hours on end.   it knows only the cold and lifeless touch of a metallic hook.  i think in some ways i've done it an injustice.  my bread is soulless bread.  but it sure was delicious.  &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/328104701618491582-437335516529091670?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/437335516529091670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=437335516529091670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/437335516529091670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/437335516529091670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/officially-domesticated.html' title='officially domesticated'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SVhJIiGScDI/AAAAAAAAABg/vVj_xCDpf-E/s72-c/IMG_0565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-1336959252202813811</id><published>2008-12-14T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:17:28.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it shouldn't feel like outside in the living room</title><content type='html'>seattle is terribly cold: perhaps the coldest it's been in the six years i've lived here.  it started snowing last night, which was quite fun, and tonight it's still all over the place.  this is cole's first snow, and it is pretty adorable to watch him prancing around and catching snowballs.  he's like a little kid:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SUXjaAWnX2I/AAAAAAAAABA/OESvFU9paJw/s320/IMG_0504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279876174072733538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SUXj7tLZrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/VBZl3S79xIA/s320/IMG_0433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279876753040977106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a lovely wintery picture of the house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SUXkcBDmx_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/hTFpsieGErY/s320/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279877308132804594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;normally i don't mind the cold, but tomorrow i start a temporary job that involves sitting outside and counting people with a clicker in 20 something degree weather.  i don't know why they want me to count people, but there it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've borrowed jesse's wool socks and beanie, and i'll wear the mittens that laurel knitted me for my birthday.  if it's still unbearable, i will pick up some long johns, and put baked potatoes in my pockets.  deliciously effective i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jesse's brother and sister-in-law came to stay with us this weekend.   iris is terribly pregnant, just like jessie burg.  it seems to be going around.  jesse's brother, isaac, made 3 beautiful loaves of bread from scratch, as well as a delicious potato leek soup.  he also made a wallet out of duct tape, and this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SUXlqjZXZSI/AAAAAAAAABY/stEf61dsUq4/s320/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279878657380672802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am going to try to be this creative in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i finally graduated.  i wish i could enjoy it more, but i'm in a financial panic and need a job very badly.  unfortunately, i've picked the worst possible time of the year/decade to be unemployed.  i'm torn because i'm aware of how terrible the economy is, of course, and there's a part of me that knows i should take whatever job i can - but i can't help feeling that i should hold out for a job that i actually believe in.  otherwise, what the hell was the point in going back to school to begin with?  oh sigh.  life's so hard.&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/328104701618491582-1336959252202813811?l=mildredchristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1336959252202813811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328104701618491582&amp;postID=1336959252202813811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/1336959252202813811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328104701618491582/posts/default/1336959252202813811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildredchristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-shouldnt-feel-like-outside-in-living.html' title='it shouldn&apos;t feel like outside in the living room'/><author><name>klobers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17590538768841069432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/STDrnwW3gfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHqzlCYbI98/S220/BabyOwnedAlien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1aHhIoOJaII/SUXjaAWnX2I/AAAAAAAAABA/OESvFU9paJw/s72-c/IMG_0504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328104701618491582.post-426394140421942279</id><published>2008-11-28T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:53:47.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scattered thoughts of a tired first time blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i googled mildred christmas just now, and this is what i found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/342101760_9023d97e09.jpg?v=0" alt="Ouida's 60th birthday by mt•MT•Mt." title="" width="500" height="371" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously people, it doesn't get any better than that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am half asleep, but here are some other things that i am thinking/wondering about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it bad that i've had no feeling in my big toes for several months?  do you think it is my shoes, or diabetes?  frostbite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is jesse gay if he's playing a video game in which giant illuminated butterflies attack scantily clad men?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is jesse now mad at me for writing that, since he is likely the only one seeing this?&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 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