<?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-2076197191458965047</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:27:48.741-05:00</updated><category term='knit'/><title type='text'>Namaste, Bitches!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-3021813619034134022</id><published>2011-11-15T16:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:47:43.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While I try not to get eaten by zombies...</title><content type='html'>So my 'friend' L wants me to run from zombies in a race with her next March.  Seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;I only see a couple of problems with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't run&lt;br /&gt;2.  Zombies will be chasing us&lt;br /&gt;3.  Did I mention, I don't run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks hella fun.  (Run for your lives dot com)  Like a giant zombie 5k obstacle course.  &lt;br /&gt;So today I got an mp3 player and now I'm trying to figure out how to download music &lt;br /&gt;so I can outrun the zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-3021813619034134022?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3021813619034134022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=3021813619034134022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3021813619034134022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3021813619034134022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/while-i-try-not-to-get-eaten-by-zombies.html' title='While I try not to get eaten by zombies...'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2070294048993521821</id><published>2011-08-02T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:02:35.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Downward trend continues...</title><content type='html'>Down another 3.8 (sorry for the lag in posting - summer happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying out the 17DD in conjunction with a new Fitness Group I've joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we did a CrossFit workout and I am surprisingly not as sore as I thought I would be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to keep my self moving on non-group days...there-in lies the challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2070294048993521821?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2070294048993521821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2070294048993521821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2070294048993521821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2070294048993521821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/downward-trend-continues.html' title='Downward trend continues...'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-607865527400181021</id><published>2011-06-28T08:13:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:23:33.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week, another loss</title><content type='html'>Down another 2 - but I haven't been moving as much as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has hampered my lunchtime walks.  &lt;br /&gt;I have joined a 100 Push-up challenge - granted I'm doing girlie push-ups, &lt;br /&gt;but I did 65 last night and didn't die, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, somehow the switch has been flipped in my brain on portion size/control. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how but it has and I'm so fraking happy that it has.  &lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't eat dinner last night because I wasn't hungry, but I did get a little veg and a little protein in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the phrase that's been in the back of my head that goes with my Ganesha tattoo - Alter your path however you must to reach your destination.   &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it took almost 4 months for that to finally reach the front of my brain, but I'm glad it has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-607865527400181021?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-5793158854616205321</id><published>2011-06-06T09:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:33:12.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>down another .6 this week</title><content type='html'>Love, livin' it up when I'm going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go....ing.....down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get Steven Tyler in my head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-5793158854616205321?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5793158854616205321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=5793158854616205321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5793158854616205321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5793158854616205321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/down-another-6-this-week.html' title='down another .6 this week'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-6081854302308189327</id><published>2011-05-30T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:29:08.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-2.4</title><content type='html'>Down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another &lt;br /&gt;2.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;giggity&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-6081854302308189327?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6081854302308189327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=6081854302308189327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6081854302308189327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6081854302308189327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/24.html' title='-2.4'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8467555380418645135</id><published>2011-05-23T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:18:59.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to get it all out there...</title><content type='html'>What my current goals are...&lt;br /&gt;1. I will lose 39 pounds – by August of this year (totally do-able)&lt;br /&gt;2. I will convince myself that I love working out&lt;br /&gt;3. I will get back into my workout routine of days gone by&lt;br /&gt;4. I will feel and look fit and healthy in and out of clothing&lt;br /&gt;5. I will buy a bathing suit and wear it without worry&lt;br /&gt;6. I will try to find some "love" for Jillian Michaels (stolen from Donnybelle)&lt;br /&gt;7. I will have clothes in one size (my goal/fit/healthy size) in my closet&lt;br /&gt;8. I will look in the mirror each morning and tell myself how awesome the day is going to be and them I’m going to live it.&lt;br /&gt;9. I will look in the mirror each evening and tell myself three good things about the day – and if there are not-so-great things… I will tell myself (in my best Scarlet O’Hara voice) that tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will do...&lt;br /&gt;-I will stay within 1280-1630 calories/mostly following the 17DD plan.&lt;br /&gt;-I will keep my meals balanced&lt;br /&gt;-I will eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;-I will stay on program, even on the weekends when it’s hard&lt;br /&gt;-I will continue to walk and workout on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;-I will continue completing the daily Quickfire sessions in the work bathroom---that's right, I workout in the bathroom! I will do this every time I go to the bathroom at work----which is often since I’m on program with my water intake and drinking my green tea (green tea = pee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will no longer be...&lt;br /&gt;1. I will no longer be the fat girl in yoga class&lt;br /&gt;2. I will no longer be making excuses to not work out&lt;br /&gt;3. I will treat my body well (it’s the only one I’ll ever have, but I can shape it any way I choose)&lt;br /&gt;4. I will take time out for myself and reward/congratulate myself for the things I will accomplish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to stop by and give me a kick in the butt to keep me accountable and motivated! I can take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8467555380418645135?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8467555380418645135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8467555380418645135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8467555380418645135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8467555380418645135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-to-get-it-all-out-there.html' title='Just to get it all out there...'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-5516467290858394284</id><published>2011-05-23T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:53:02.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially down another 3.5</title><content type='html'>I've simply lost cravings, it's weird in a very good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *thought* I wanted something sweet &amp; gooey on Saturday night...but I found nothing that made me want to go off course.  This is huge for me.  Really huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that this plan keeps me full for long periods of time - I have days where if I didn't set a calendar reminder to have my snack - I would totally forget.  I love not feeling hungry at 3pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-5516467290858394284?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5516467290858394284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=5516467290858394284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5516467290858394284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5516467290858394284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/officially-down-another-35.html' title='Officially down another 3.5'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-9139878883617662659</id><published>2011-05-02T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:08:11.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down 6.6 - woot!</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what actually sticking to a plan can do?  The odd thing for me has been that I'm not really very hungry most days - I'm not complaining!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a 6.6 lbs loss.  I didn't exercise and I stopped drinking the hot lemon water about day 4 - so this week I plan to start walking for 30 minutes each day (maybe more if I can remember to throw my sneakers in the car so I can walk at lunchtime too) and see if that can make an appreciable difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say - this isn't hard - so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-9139878883617662659?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9139878883617662659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=9139878883617662659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/9139878883617662659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/9139878883617662659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/down-66-woot.html' title='Down 6.6 - woot!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-4499535688374670013</id><published>2011-04-26T08:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:04:14.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have survived Day One</title><content type='html'>It was surprisingly *not hard*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tracked the day in both Sparkpeople and WW P+ to see where I landed...&lt;br /&gt;1185 calories and 19/30 P+&lt;br /&gt;I was not hungry - granted I ate a lot of veg at dinner - but all in all a good start to the plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-4499535688374670013?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4499535688374670013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=4499535688374670013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4499535688374670013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4499535688374670013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-survived-day-one.html' title='I have survived Day One'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8334335134471725518</id><published>2011-04-25T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:36:02.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Day Diet</title><content type='html'>A group of girls I interact with in an online community have been talking about this "new" diet.  It's basically a Atkins/South Beach hybrid... but having had tremendous success on Atkins several years ago - I thought this would be a nice jump start to get me back on plan (and really to a place in friendly weight number territory). At which time I fully intend going back on plan with Weight Watchers as I see that as a much more sustainable lifestyle - a lifestyle within 29 points per day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't pee myself to death first - farking green tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8334335134471725518?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8334335134471725518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8334335134471725518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8334335134471725518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8334335134471725518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/04/17-day-diet.html' title='17 Day Diet'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8264862847936058074</id><published>2011-03-28T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:13:32.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in the saddle again!</title><content type='html'>After several weeks away, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've maintained my loss, but not my workouts.  That changes today.  I also need to post daily (or at least weekly).  The more times I get it written down the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined a 30-day challenge - I'll be doing Jillian's 30-Day Shred and tracking my nutrition as well.  It's time.  My body won't change unless I make it.  It's too comfy where it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are and here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come easy, go easy, all right until the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling all the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8264862847936058074?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8264862847936058074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8264862847936058074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8264862847936058074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8264862847936058074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back-in-saddle-again.html' title='I&apos;m back in the saddle again!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-7009108724073825979</id><published>2011-01-31T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:28:31.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/5 of the way there!</title><content type='html'>As of this morning's weigh-in I am one-fifth of the way to my goal weight.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;I only have to do this 4 more times and I'm done (well, as done as I'll ever get).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was encouraging to realize that today.  It's working.  I'm working.  I'm paying attention.  I'm tracking, journaling, exercising, thinking and planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-7009108724073825979?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7009108724073825979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=7009108724073825979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7009108724073825979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7009108724073825979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/15-of-way-there.html' title='1/5 of the way there!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8821517869205675729</id><published>2011-01-23T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:50:31.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>115 days</title><content type='html'>In 115 days I will be on a plane to Florida for my annual Girls' Weekend with my BFF.  BFF totally fits Julz.  We met in elementary school.  I lived on one island, she lived on the one south of me.  She was bussed to our island for school.  Then in middle school, I was bussed her way.  High school fairly much cemented our friendship forever.  Years pass, college separated us.  Marriages (hers and mine - neither lasted) couldn't keep us apart.  We would find ways/reasons to get together at least once a year, sometimes we would have bonus visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays even through life, the Dude, school (her second career) etc  we make it a point to see each other twice a year - she (and sometimes her parents) come here, I try to fly el cheapo airlines there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 115 days = 16 weeks - I have a timeline - I am rolling around a goal, not quite sure what it will be yet, but I'd like to be in a better place physically (read: weightwise) when I step off that plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep on it and get it down in writing tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8821517869205675729?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8821517869205675729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8821517869205675729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8821517869205675729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8821517869205675729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/115-days.html' title='115 days'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-1535990517346748671</id><published>2011-01-22T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:23:35.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week - yes, I have a plan :)</title><content type='html'>Menu for the week -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Noodle Soup&lt;br /&gt;Herbed Burgers stuffed with goat cheese, roasted sweet potatoes &amp; salad&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/Spinach/Tortellini Soup with Parmesan pepper bread sticks&lt;br /&gt;BLT's with pepper bacon and homemade tomato jam and pasta salad&lt;br /&gt;Chicken with balsamic onions - smashed potato skins and veg tbd&lt;br /&gt;Parsley/Pistachio Fettucini&lt;br /&gt;Crockpot short ribs with mashed potatoes and green beans&lt;br /&gt;Enchiladas and sauteed corn with peppers and onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yoga&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pilates on Wednesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-1535990517346748671?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1535990517346748671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=1535990517346748671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1535990517346748671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1535990517346748671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-week-yes-i-have-plan.html' title='This week - yes, I have a plan :)'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-5165897903262748653</id><published>2011-01-17T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:38:24.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and...we're back</title><content type='html'>Well it's been an interesting week.  Snow, snow, freezing temperatures and tonight - sleet - it's like the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made it back to yoga tonight for the first time in a week and I can tell I'm lacking in flexibility after just one week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did something new, a pose I hadn't heard of or done before.  Puppy pose - Uttana Shishosana.  Our yogi had us link our fingers (unlike the photo we did not put our palms flat on the floor) we linked our fingers and did what I could describe as a push-up - I was pleasantly surprised that I could do 5 or six (I really wasn't counting).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing better with Pigeon pose - Eka Pada Rajakapotasana.  I am able to breathe through it much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my success today was Tree pose - Vriksha-asana - I held it, both sides and didn't waiver or fall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-5165897903262748653?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5165897903262748653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=5165897903262748653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5165897903262748653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5165897903262748653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/andwere-back.html' title='and...we&apos;re back'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-1716025809036150193</id><published>2011-01-05T13:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:28:55.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise...</title><content type='html'>to begin and end each day with positive thoughts.  I promise to eat cleaner and move more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;non fat yogurt, kashi &amp; blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;turkey burger&lt;br /&gt;sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Beer Diva's get together&lt;br /&gt;Veggie burger&lt;br /&gt;salad&lt;br /&gt;beer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-1716025809036150193?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1716025809036150193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=1716025809036150193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1716025809036150193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1716025809036150193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-promise.html' title='I promise...'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-4899595588432696975</id><published>2011-01-04T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:27:44.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Workout &amp; Meal Plan</title><content type='html'>Today's Menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: one coffee&lt;br /&gt;fat free yogurt with kashi &amp; blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack: banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: leftover chicken stirfry over brown rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack: almonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: turkey burger w/2% cheese&lt;br /&gt;roasted sweet potato pieces&lt;br /&gt;green beans&lt;br /&gt;ginger ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Workout:&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes on the elliptical&lt;br /&gt;50 minutes of Mind/Body yoga (this is the kick your ass class)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-4899595588432696975?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4899595588432696975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=4899595588432696975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4899595588432696975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4899595588432696975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-workout-meal-plan.html' title='Today&apos;s Workout &amp; Meal Plan'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-7815816376382292140</id><published>2011-01-03T10:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:26:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Push Goal</title><content type='html'>Today I'm coming up with a list of 10 goals, things that - if they happen would be flipping cool!  10 challenging goals, 10 things to work for.  The big one is the Push Goal - the goal that will help push all the other goals forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.  Begin and end each day with positivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pay each bill on time.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Save for a new couch.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Workout (elliptical/class/yoga) 4 times a week - every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5.  Eat clean and healthy.  Don't waste it on crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Appearance matters - you don't know who you will meet when.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I will practice and improve my handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I will save up and visit Julz at least once this year. (maybe for SWW!)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Work on kitchen mini-remodel.&lt;br /&gt;10. Stay on top of my housework to do list (daily/weekly/monthly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout: &lt;br /&gt;Ellipitcal 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Yoga 50 minute class - see Fat Girl DOES Yoga :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-7815816376382292140?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7815816376382292140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=7815816376382292140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7815816376382292140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7815816376382292140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/push-goal.html' title='Push Goal'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8502992616012932982</id><published>2011-01-02T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:26:57.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities and Goal Setting</title><content type='html'>Sounds redundant?  Not really, priorities and goals are two totally different things - or so I am learning.  Today my objective is to brainstorm my priorities, things that are important in my life (like, the Dude - obviously) and other things that are important in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've come up with so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dude, health, happiness and security - in that order.  So what does it mean that The Dude is my top priority?  It means that above the other things on the list I want to be actively involved and present in his life to help him grow into a well rounded young man.  Which if that is accomplished the others are kinda automatic.  I love how a plan comes together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my number one priority also includes becoming a more healthy and active person, so that I can be involved in his life, it means that I will take care of myself in order to be able to take care of him.  He's old enough now that being away for an hour or two to work on myself is totally doable and really I think he likes a little alone time now and then as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8502992616012932982?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8502992616012932982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8502992616012932982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8502992616012932982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8502992616012932982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/priorities-and-goal-setting.html' title='Priorities and Goal Setting'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8938432773158759019</id><published>2011-01-01T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:54:42.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - New Format - New Blog</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year and welcome 2011.  I hope 2011 and I will make many great memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years I've talked, dreamed, played around with getting this crazy weight off my body - today is the day, this is the year, the time for change has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things in my life have drifted past because I let them.  For so long I've been hiding behind my weight, using it as an excuse not to do things, meet people, make changes.  No longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has arrived on a rainy but warm winter day - so I am taking that as a sign of washing away the old, used, tired, not working ideas of the past.  A clean start, a new approach, a chance to reinvent myself in a way I choose, not to meet anyone's idea of what should be, but actually what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first challenge is, I really don't know what I want.  So today, like many I am sitting down and actually thinking about it - What is important to me?  What matters?  The easy answer is always - The Dude - The Dude matters above all else.  However, this is supposed to be about me - so, what is it about me that matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be the best mom to the the best kid in the world, I need to take care of myself.  I need to be healthy and active and fun.  Yeah, this will be interesting for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8938432773158759019?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8938432773158759019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8938432773158759019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8938432773158759019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8938432773158759019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-format-new-blog.html' title='New Year - New Format - New Blog'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8235508085785971604</id><published>2010-09-15T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:52:43.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canstruction - having fun for a great cause!</title><content type='html'>This year the Dude's class at Early College will be participating in Asheville's Canstruction Project - the competition will take place at Pack Square from October 30th through November 6th (awards to be given on the 6th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Canstruction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canstruction® is the most unique food charity in the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foundation of the Society for Design Administration (SDA), Canstruction® is a trademarked design/build competition currently held in cities throughout North America and countries around the world including Australia.  Teams of architects, engineers, and students mentored by these professionals, compete to design and build giant structures made entirely out of canned foods.  It takes 8-12 weeks and thousands of cans of food to create a structure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are displayed to the public as magnificent sculpture exhibits in each city where a competition is held.  The public is invited to donate canned food at the time of the exhibition.  At the close of the exhibitions all of the canned food used in the structures is donated to local food banks for distribution to emergency feeding programs that include pantries, soup kitchens, elderly and day care centers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its inception, ten million pounds of food has been donated to aid in the fight against hunger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by Pack Place and see some amazing work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8235508085785971604?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8235508085785971604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8235508085785971604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8235508085785971604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8235508085785971604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2010/09/canstruction-having-fun-for-great-cause.html' title='Canstruction - having fun for a great cause!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8154940638869730882</id><published>2010-08-17T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:25:10.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like only yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TGqNpjfoOPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/91GQwSBL-wY/s1600/DSCN3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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We weren't 1/2 way across the parking lot when "Sarah and Ashley" bopped up to the Dude and introduced themselves and scooted him away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Le sigh~  I think High School/College is off to a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we need to re-order our wardrobes from Green/White/Gold to Black and Teal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go EAGLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-4446060505168704215?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4446060505168704215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=4446060505168704215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4446060505168704215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4446060505168704215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-so-it-begins-early-college-day-one.html' title='And so it begins - Early College Day One'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8953069835458443686</id><published>2010-05-19T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:35:31.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/S_QTQgZcMvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SnQ_Krv8jPw/s1600/DSCN0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/S_QTQgZcMvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SnQ_Krv8jPw/s400/DSCN0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473020621457470194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8953069835458443686?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8953069835458443686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8953069835458443686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8953069835458443686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8953069835458443686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/S_QTQgZcMvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SnQ_Krv8jPw/s72-c/DSCN0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2634556195949629122</id><published>2010-05-14T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:34:59.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>13 years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 13 years I have been a mom.  I can't think of anything I have done for 13 years.  I wasn't married for 13 years.  I've never worked a job for 13 years.  Never owned the same car for 13 years.  13 years is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 13 years have been the most wonderful, most awful, most amazing, most scary, most everything years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mothers Day was a good one - lovely flowers, delightful lunch with MY MOM (and dad and the boy), then a movie - just the two of us - IronMan2 - yes, I picked the movie - I love the boy - I love being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the next 13 years will bring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2634556195949629122?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2634556195949629122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2634556195949629122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2634556195949629122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2634556195949629122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflections-on-mothers-day.html' title='Reflections on Mothers Day'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-3663108479434991833</id><published>2010-03-17T07:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:03:31.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz Lightyear 1999-2010</title><content type='html'>No longer will you protect us from the evil UPS man, nor the motorcycle down the street.  10 years you herded the boy, worked your puzzle ball and kept the squirrels out of the bird feeders.  Our lives will be quieter without your voice and drier without your cold wet nose.  Rest in peace Buzzy-Buzz, you were well loved and will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-3663108479434991833?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3663108479434991833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=3663108479434991833' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3663108479434991833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3663108479434991833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/buzz-lightyear-1999-2010.html' title='Buzz Lightyear 1999-2010'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2067054106597985084</id><published>2010-03-03T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:03:13.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/S46IOu4nPlI/AAAAAAAAANs/8PxNivR_2kw/s1600-h/sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/S46IOu4nPlI/AAAAAAAAANs/8PxNivR_2kw/s400/sailing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438786222538322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2067054106597985084?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2067054106597985084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2067054106597985084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2067054106597985084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2067054106597985084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/S46IOu4nPlI/AAAAAAAAANs/8PxNivR_2kw/s72-c/sailing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-4566996267025946904</id><published>2009-10-23T07:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:42:32.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this time of year!</title><content type='html'>A full weekend ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFF for me in all it's fibery, yarny goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corn Maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a trip to the Halloween store to get what we need for next week's festivities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need a nap....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-4566996267025946904?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4566996267025946904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=4566996267025946904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4566996267025946904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4566996267025946904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I love this time of year!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-3059905468810399276</id><published>2009-09-23T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:50:47.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/Sro1wWf6WVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yWSXqCZ2Psc/s1600-h/my+hammock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/Sro1wWf6WVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yWSXqCZ2Psc/s400/my+hammock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384675409264269650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-3059905468810399276?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3059905468810399276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=3059905468810399276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3059905468810399276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3059905468810399276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/Sro1wWf6WVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yWSXqCZ2Psc/s72-c/my+hammock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8524008577142601774</id><published>2009-08-30T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:56:03.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What $10 will get you at the tailgate market</title><content type='html'>Weekends are usually reserved for sleeping in ... drinking coffee at your leisure while listening to the birds wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today - I set the alarm early and met mom &amp; dad at the tailgate market.  I am so glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my treasures from this mornings adventure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 ears of corn $3&lt;br /&gt;4 giant red bell peppers $2&lt;br /&gt;1 huge head of cabbage $1&lt;br /&gt;6 apples (2 yellow delicious &amp; 4 gala) $1&lt;br /&gt;Yellow tommy tomatoes $1&lt;br /&gt;dried red peppers $.25&lt;br /&gt;Fresh corn tortillas $1.50 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total $9.75&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8524008577142601774?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8524008577142601774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8524008577142601774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Mickelson</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite photo of the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such concentration - this is the day he shot 41 on the front nine at Maggie Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-5390035818631048253?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5390035818631048253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=5390035818631048253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5390035818631048253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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love someone as much as I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never ceases to amaze and frustrate me &lt;br /&gt;(come on he's a TEENAGER).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed, lucky, whatever you want to call it.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm one proud M.O.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-6961008605520944082?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6961008605520944082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=6961008605520944082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6961008605520944082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Funkytown...'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-6741390064468414205</id><published>2009-06-16T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:42:35.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Farm</title><content type='html'>This year everything seems to have clicked just right for our little garden venture.  We have a huge bed of lettuce and spinach... lots of blooms on our squash, zucchini and cucumbers.  The okra is taking it's time (but that's ok with me since David is the only one who eats it).  However we have broccoli (ok, they are the size of a floret, but STILL :) we have broccoli.  I also harvested these beauties Sunday and had them for dinner - sugar snap and snow peas - they are so sweet and yummalicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago I kept hearing a soft little squeal - like something was stuck - I thought something (a bunny maybe) had gotten into the raised bed where the veggies were but couldn't get out... so at 4am (yes, 4am) I took the flashlight and went out to investigate.  About the time I passed by the outdoor dining table - this guy flew over my head and landed on the garage roof.  Amazing!  He and his mate were calling back and forth to each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living this close to the parkway and all it's wildlife :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-6741390064468414205?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6741390064468414205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=6741390064468414205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6741390064468414205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6741390064468414205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-on-farm.html' title='Life on the Farm'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-6788192336071525570</id><published>2009-04-15T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:30:12.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why everyone should have a dog</title><content type='html'>They make you smile no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give you unconditional love and will follow you anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-6788192336071525570?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6788192336071525570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=6788192336071525570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6788192336071525570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6788192336071525570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-why-everyone-should-have-dog.html' title='This is why everyone should have a dog'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-1171292780285856242</id><published>2009-03-10T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:46:52.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does Your Bookshelf Look?</title><content type='html'>I found this very interesting.  I was raised by an avid reader.  Every Saturday my Mom would take my sister and I to the library on the island where we would pick out 2-4 books that we would read over a 2-week period (the average time you were allowed to check out library books).  So we read - a lot.  Now I came across this over at Red Bird Knits' blog and took the quiz (answers beside the titles) and I find it sad that the average person has only read 6 books from the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number is 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen - yes&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien – &lt;br /&gt;Read them in middle school and again before the movies came out.&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte - yes&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling – yes - thanks mom :)&lt;br /&gt;5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee - Yes&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible - yes, but I've never read it cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte - yes&lt;br /&gt;8 1984 - George Orwell - Yes&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman - no&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens - Yes&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott - Yes&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy – Yes &lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller – Yes&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare – I haven't read all of them, but I do have them all&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien - Yes, see #2&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks - no&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger - Yes, and more than once &lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger - it's on my bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot- Yes&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell - Yes&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald - Yes and I have ALL his works&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens- no&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy - Yes, but I loved Anna Karenina more&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams - yes&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh - Yes&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky - no&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll - Yes and read it again last year, just because&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame - Yes - one of my all time favorites&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy - Yes, Yes, Yes&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens - Yes&lt;br /&gt;33 The Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis - like Tolkein, once in middle school &lt;br /&gt;and then again with David&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen - Yes&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen - yes&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - Yes - see above&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini - No, and I really have no interest in it&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres- No, why is this on the list?&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden - Yes&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne – Yes -&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell -Yes&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown - Yes, Angels &amp; Demons was a better book&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Yes, and HATED every page&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving - Yes, Yes, yes&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins - no&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery - Yes&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy - no&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood - Yes&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding - Yes&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan - no&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel - Yes&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert- Yes&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons - No&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen - Yes&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth - No&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon - No and haven't heard of this one&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens - Yes&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley - Yes&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon - No&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Yes, and LOVED LOVED it&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck – Yes. &lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov - No&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt - no&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold – it too is on the bookshelf waiting&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas - Yes, and ALL his works are on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac - No&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy - No&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding - Yes&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie - No&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville - Yes, and again with David&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens - Yes&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker - Yes&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett - Yes, may be my all time fav book&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson - No&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce - no&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath - Yes&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome - No&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola - No&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray - Yes&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt- Yes - No&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens - Yes&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell - No&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker - Yes&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro - Yes&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert - Yes&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry - No&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte's Web - EB White - Yes, multiple times&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom - No&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - Yes&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton – No&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad - No&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery – Yes &lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks - No&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams - Yes&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole - No&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute - No&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas - Yes&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet – Shakespeare – Yes&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl - yes&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the Hemingway? Farewell to Arms, For Whom the Bell Tolls, The Sun Also Rises - Why not The Grapes of Wrath, No Ayn Rand or Carson McCullers?  ...all missing. Puzzling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By going over this list I found that I used to read a lot more than I do.  I'm going to try to read 3 from this list this year - wonder how I'll do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-1171292780285856242?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1171292780285856242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=1171292780285856242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1171292780285856242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1171292780285856242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-does-your-bookshelf-look.html' title='How Does Your Bookshelf Look?'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-4096968136205188044</id><published>2008-10-02T07:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:39:38.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is here and it's time to get serious about some knitting</title><content type='html'>Wow, there is a snap in the air.  I'm baking.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm jonesing for some soup.  It must be fall. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my projects all lined up and ready to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving some money for SAFF (Southeast Animal Fiber Fair) and to visit the Knit Witch for a knitting bowl...OMG have you seen those - awesomely coolness. Oh and I need some Potion Lotion and sock yarn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-4096968136205188044?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4096968136205188044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=4096968136205188044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4096968136205188044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4096968136205188044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here-and-its-time-to-get.html' title='Fall is here and it&apos;s time to get serious about some knitting'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-5702647599198330863</id><published>2008-10-01T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:37:47.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>The launch is this Saturday at the Mars Hill Heritage Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stix n Scones is a real business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit www.stixnscones.com to learn more about this new venture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-5702647599198330863?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5702647599198330863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=5702647599198330863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5702647599198330863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5702647599198330863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-5632424891559276511</id><published>2008-08-26T08:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:39:34.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend it like Beckham?  Well...not quite</title><content type='html'>So you're in 7th Grade now.  School sports are encouraged.  So you and a couple of your buddies get together and decide to go out for the school's soccer team.  Might be fun - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you ALL make the team.  Fun times are ahead.  New cleats, shin guards, uniforms and you are well suited for left midfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game of the season... your opponents came out strong, but you totally shut them down in the 2nd half - way to go rockets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-5632424891559276511?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5632424891559276511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=5632424891559276511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5632424891559276511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5632424891559276511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/bend-it-like-beckham-wellnot-quite.html' title='Bend it like Beckham?  Well...not quite'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-7969755424492183912</id><published>2008-06-16T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:01:48.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the mood for a melody...</title><content type='html'>Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Plant and Alison Krause.  Man, it's hard to believe he's as old as my parents.  He can still rock it out.  And be darn sexy while he's at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generation was a bit too young to be able to see the Zep on their last tour in 1977... now we probably won't be able to afford too.  Ah well, nights like these are nights well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I had to pick my mouth up off the floor when he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sang a gospel song&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - holy crap - what was that all about. Seriously he seemed to be having a great time.  Alison was a little too reserved, but all in all a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/review&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-7969755424492183912?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7969755424492183912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=7969755424492183912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7969755424492183912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7969755424492183912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-in-mood-for-melody.html' title='I&apos;m in the mood for a melody...'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-500313432372033274</id><published>2008-06-16T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:55:33.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile time</title><content type='html'>So we have begun our journey into orthodontics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was a model patient for the initial xray, moulding, photo visit.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the dental technicians are all so nice and help make everything go smoothly.  (They even held his hands down so mom could get the picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A straight beautiful smile will soon be his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-500313432372033274?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/500313432372033274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=500313432372033274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/500313432372033274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/500313432372033274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile-time.html' title='Smile time'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-7835226236385977785</id><published>2008-06-03T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:16:11.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here</title><content type='html'>Our flowers are blooming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds are nesting. The leetle baby snake keeps hiding in the front flower-bed (shudder). And we are enjoying our dinner on the porch - al fresco - each evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the prettiest thing in the garden is the Princess Izzy Belle, who holds court on the swing, in the bird bath (when it's empty) and generally anywhere she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-7835226236385977785?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7835226236385977785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=7835226236385977785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7835226236385977785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7835226236385977785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2428858018666219380</id><published>2008-04-03T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:08:55.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raleigh Bound</title><content type='html'>8am tomorrow morning the Science Olympiad Team heads to Raleigh for State Competition.  4 1/2 hours on a bus with 25 middle schoolers, overnight in a hotel and two days roaming a college campus.  God bless teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids will be fine, they will be busy competing and watching events. The teachers will deserve an extra gold star (or several) after this weekend.  How fortunate we are to have teachers who willing give up weekends and family time to help our kids learn, grow, compete and flourish.  Most of you know, mine is a science geek in the best of ways - he also happens to be a closet NC State fan (don't let all that Duke blue fool you - he's been a Pack member a loooong time).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will mom fare?  Hm, it's little man's first - overnight - without a family member or close friend involved.  I'll worry.  He won't think twice about it.  Another growing up milestone comes to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2428858018666219380?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2428858018666219380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2428858018666219380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2428858018666219380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2428858018666219380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/raleigh-bound.html' title='Raleigh Bound'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-1817355830506252403</id><published>2008-04-02T12:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:16:02.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Adventures</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are 'back to the grind' after 10 days of fun, sun and well more fun.  We ventured down to St. Augustine to visit with Julz and Mark - who put us up for a few days. We had a fantastic time.  We visited the World Golf Hall of Fame, climbed the lighthouse, visited the Castillo de San Marcos (aka the Fort @ St. Augustine), took a ghostly pirate cruise around the bay and yes, they DO fire the cannons from the Fort at nighttime! That was just the first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowed down after that however... we did manage to see all the sights - the Old Jail, the Fountain of Youth (who really would drink sulfur water??) we especially enjoyed walking around the Mission of Nombre de Dios and Our Lady of La Leche Shrine which was beautiful and peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our fill of shrimp at Barnacle Bills (aka Barnacle Bobs - thanks to Mark).  And good home cooking thanks to Julz' mom on Easter Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the best things about our trip was our day spent at TPC/Sawgrass - THE hub of the PGA.  If you know anything about golf (and I know just a little) this place is like Mecca for golfers.  And it is breath-takingly beautiful.  The clubhouse is open to the public - you can go and have drinks or lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have "Storytellers" who are like private tour guides that take you around and explain the history of the place and I will say - ours was FANTASTIC.  He drove us out in a golf cart around the course, pointed out where game winning shots were made, how a full 6 weeks before the big tournament there - the crew is already setting up for the event (and will be at a dead run until gameday). He explained how some of the holes were designed, where pin placement is on a weekday vs. a weekend vs. a tournament - even how the ladies tees were set (by the designers wife!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of our tour - after he had been gracious enough to take us up to the 2nd floor balcony so we could see Fred Funk out on the practice area and take cool panoramic pictures (he even took our picture - I now have proof that I was ON this vacation!)...anyway, we are walking down the stairs on our way out and he asks if we are in any particular hurry to move on to our next thing that day.... uh...no... THIS is our only thing for today... Ok, follow me - around the corner, down a hallway and another staircase down and we find ourselves in .... THE PLAYERS AREA.&lt;br /&gt;David's face was lit up like a Christmas tree.  Down the tunnel of champions, where the players walk unaccosted by the public.  The caddies were hanging out in their own area - and it's so NOT at all like Caddyshack!  So we make it all the way down the tunnel and were heading back when a man is coming toward us (hmmm) ok, it's Jim Furyk - we were quickly escorted out another door - but, how cool was that?  Two pros in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our jaunt in Florida we headed back north - stopping for a couple of days at Lake Hartwell with Mom &amp; Dad - I kid you not when I say the highlight of those few days was my dad wrapping his arm around me and singing (yes-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love to travel and visit with friends and family, I am honest when I say I did laundry for one complete day! Oy...and the pile on my desk...I'm still digging out.  Oooh I feel the waves beckoning me back to the beach now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-1817355830506252403?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1817355830506252403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=1817355830506252403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1817355830506252403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1817355830506252403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break-adventures.html' title='Spring Break Adventures'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2766757020230719595</id><published>2008-03-18T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:01:16.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Olympiad WINNERS</title><content type='html'>Recently we attended the Regional Science Olympiad competition.&lt;br /&gt;Little Man is on the Trajectory Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They built a trebuchet from scratch and had to launch a tennis ball to land inside a 5 meter target and a 10 meter target - they took 2nd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was filled with various events: bottle rockets, egg-onauts, biology, anatomy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school won/placed in enough events they took 2nd place overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State competition here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2766757020230719595?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2766757020230719595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2766757020230719595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2766757020230719595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2766757020230719595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/science-olympiad-winners.html' title='Science Olympiad WINNERS'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2219556933713269840</id><published>2008-01-07T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:55:39.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>Twelve months ago I took my first knitting class.  &lt;br /&gt;Twelve months ago I acquired a new addition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Anna and I'm a knit-a-holic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the most amazing hand spun alpaca yarn from a local farm.  It's gorgeous.  My mom's reaction was..."pay someone to make something for you, and this is nice stuff."  ah-hem. If you know me, you know I heard..."you really don't know what you are doing you don't want to mess this up ."  So, with the help of my knitting buddy Becky I ventured into the world of knitting.  Wow, what a year it has been.  I've made scarves, baby blankets, hats, socks and even a top for me (that I can no longer wear since I've lost weight).  I love it.  It gives me something to do with my hands on these cold winter days, or when I'm sitting at basketball practice or the doctor's office, on the plane ride to and from, any down time... I'm being productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it.  For Christmas I made socks for my dad.  &lt;br /&gt;He really, really likes them. I've made 2 other pair too - they say either you love to make socks or you hate it (right Becky?) I love it.  I've made baby blankets for two (and now a third) friend who have welcomed little ones into the world. I've made scarves for my mom and myself.  I've made purses - and even felted one! I have taken chances and succeeded more than I've failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of our lives are spent buying things.  In my small effort to simplify, I have returned to the luxury of handmade things.  Things made with love (remember the cooking post? see below).  Love is the main ingredient both in what you make and how you make it.  So if someone gifts you with a handmade item, remember, they aren't being cheap...they have put their time and love into making it.  They are gifting you with a piece of themselves.  They thought about YOU each and every hour they spent working on something with YOU in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with this new addiction has come purchasing... yarn, yarn, needles and more yarn.  I am resolving here and now NOT to purchase any more yarn, not to begin another new project until I finish what I have already purchased or started.  Yes, David I know, your sweater... your scarf... the two hats that are still in the bag.  I promise!  I will power through.  So if you find me wandering into the yarn store with that deer in headlights look, kindly steer me back out and away - far, far away.  I have what I need for now... well, at least until the Fiber Arts Fair in the Fall ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great year - I hope it is filled with love and lots of yummy yarn and handmade goods of both the eating and the wearing kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2219556933713269840?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2219556933713269840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2219556933713269840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2219556933713269840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2219556933713269840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-3635981472463218813</id><published>2007-12-06T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:21:29.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxy Mama</title><content type='html'>Had to share this morning's gorgeous siting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looped around the cemetery this morning on our way to school and saw Mama Fox running - and I mean flat out running hard - across the field.  She was beautiful.  I had worried that with all the new construction (read: destruction of the woods at the end of our street) that she would have moved on.  Not so!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has obviously eaten well this summer - she was bigger that she was the last time we'd seen her, more filled out.  Guess she's getting ready for the winter.  No sign of the pups - the must be almost fully grown by now.  But it was quite a treat to see her this am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-3635981472463218813?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3635981472463218813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=3635981472463218813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3635981472463218813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/3635981472463218813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/foxy-mama.html' title='Foxy Mama'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-1130715070784842934</id><published>2007-12-04T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:43:13.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary Adventures</title><content type='html'>Those who know me, know – I LOVE to cook. I love to experiment in the kitchen and I love to prepare food for friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;I will try (almost) anything. Recently I was rearranging the living room and found one of my most treasured cookbooks in the end table. Mangos and Curry Leaves. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never sat down in the living room with a glass of wine and actually read a cookbook from cover to cover. &lt;br /&gt;I did with this one. It’s so much more than a cook book. It’s like the authors have taken you with them on vacation through the subcontinent. I have never had the pleasure of visiting India – hopefully one day, but for now I am content to cozy up with this book on a cool winter’s night with a big zin and settle in for a lesson not only in food, but about the people, the culture and the sheer adventure of travel in such an exotic land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may not live in an exotic adventurous place – I will say that I am able to eat adventurously more often than not. I have recently begun having lunch with a new friend who seems to share my &lt;br /&gt;foodie-ness. Being the daughter of a chef, the sister of a restaurant maven and mom and auntie to the next generation of foodies, I have seldom found people to share my view of food with outside of my family – of which I am not complaining…it just not something that I’ve found the “average” NC resident finds important or enticing &lt;br /&gt;(insert eye roll here). So it should go without much fuss that Steven is also a transplant to this area – having traveled extensively and experienced things that I haven’t (yet) he’s been a lot of fun to get to know. So we have begun meeting at various local eateries that one or the other favors or has had a “good report” about. This is going to be fun. If you know me, again, you know my motto “no chain restaurants” – Steven too, shares this view – all I can say is – yea! &lt;br /&gt;I am at a point and age in my life where I do not have to eat crappy food. I don’t have to, don’t want to, ain’t gonna do it. Thank you for letting me get that off of my chest. I feel lighter somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now for something completely different…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in my own kitchen cooking, I find music essential. The right music while I'm chopping, slicing and stirring can transform a mindless chore into a spiritual exercise--a vacation from all the voices in my head. The music helps get me into that relaxed headspace with cooking that really revives you after a long day at work. It takes me to another place, where my creativity can blossom. Even the food can taste different based on the music played. I truly believe, it helps to put the love into the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have go-to music and genres for everything I do in the kitchen. When I’m cooking, I like something upbeat, something that’s motivating and energizing, especially if I’m entertaining. Juan Luis Guerra is in the cd player now...and yes, I'm dancing while cooking too. If the prep is easy and the cooking is pretty straightforward, I like vocals, something I can sing along to during the chopping and washing, but nothing so distracting that I stop paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have to hover over a cookbook and really focus on what I’m doing, like baking -  I usually go for something instrumental. I’m a classical musician, so this is easy enough. But I also try to put on something that won’t just fade into the background. Bela Fleck’s Perpetual Motion is in heavy rotation right now. I love the plucky precision of his banjo cutting through the classical repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need a bit more drama, I have an adaptation of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Each of the original Vivaldi seasons, and then the paired movement of Piazzolla’s Seasons in Buenos Aires. It burns with the sun, blows with gale force winds — a completely gorgeous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up is a different matter. It’s a hard balance: I need the distraction of a peppy sing-along, but it’s also usually late and it’s been a long night, so something peaceful is in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the music I play when we’re actually eating depends on the day, my mood, the company, and what I’m cooking. Choosing music for a meal is like choosing wine - it can either enhance or detract from the experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-1130715070784842934?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1130715070784842934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=1130715070784842934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1130715070784842934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1130715070784842934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/culinary-adventures.html' title='Culinary Adventures'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2036751195810120805</id><published>2007-10-15T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:51:56.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing and Extraordinary Life</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've had enough down time to let my brain wander. But recently I have begun walking on the paved trails at the Biltmore Estate and that has given my brain the much needed - wandering time - it deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday the weather was picture perfect.  I started my trek down at the Kitchen Garden and headed toward the lagoon (which is an ideal 4 mile round trip)... as I walked I had an old Duran Duran album playing in my ears - okay, snark if you must, but the back beat on those songs is great for walking!  On my way back from the lagoon the song Ordinary World came on, I found a fallen tree and parked myself overlooking the river while the song played.  For the first time since the 80's I actually listened to the words of that song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I turned on the lights, the TV, And the radio&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't escape the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to it all? Crazy, some are saying&lt;br /&gt;Where is the life that I recognize? Gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't cry for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;There's an ordinary world&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have to find&lt;br /&gt;And as I try to make my way&lt;br /&gt;To the ordinary world&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now pride's gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;Cross the rooftops, Run away&lt;br /&gt;Left me in the vacuum of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers in the roadside&lt;br /&gt;Tell of suffering and greed&lt;br /&gt;Here today, forgot tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, here besides the news&lt;br /&gt;Of holy war and holy need&lt;br /&gt;Ours is just a little sorrowed talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't cry for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;There's an ordinary world&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have to find&lt;br /&gt;And as I try to make my way&lt;br /&gt;To the ordinary world&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one, Is my world, I will learn to survive&lt;br /&gt;Any one, Is my world, I will learn to survive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that I have an amazing wonderful and extraordinary life.  It isn't what I had dreamed, planned or expected it to be.  That vision of my life is FAR different than the reality I am living.  It struck me how UN-ordinary my life had become and how I still struggle with the hope and dream of an ordinary life.  But, as I am learning and growing I think this extraordinary life might not be so bad after all.  The people I love are healthy, strong and well.  The people I have lost, I believe, are in a better place with ones they love as well.  I live a realtively quiet life, sure there is some drama I could certainly do without, but on the whole the good things far out-weigh the challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot.  But with age (read:wisdom) I have also come to realize that things don't make me happy. I try very hard to be content, though there are times that I would LOVE to have the means to travel and experience new things, that just isn't my life today...but maybe in the future.  And that's what I have discovered, my dreams haven't ended, they have simply been put on hold.  This isn't my time.  I am not the priority I thought I was in my 20's or even 30's.  Now is my time to nuture and grow the next generation, until he has his wings - I am tied to the nest.  Happily tied, happily giving, happily totally involved in all things "boy".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not as I could have ever envisioned in my earlier life, the life I have today is far from ordinary and close to my heart in a way I could have never guessed.  The ordinary world will be there waiting for me when this part of my journey reaches it's conclusion, so for now I am trying to enjoy the rollercoaster that is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on - if I scream, please don't be alarmed. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2036751195810120805?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2036751195810120805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2036751195810120805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2036751195810120805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2036751195810120805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-amazing-and-extraordinary-life-and.html' title='My Amazing and Extraordinary Life'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-4301005724110525987</id><published>2007-09-04T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:36:09.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>We had a great Labor Day Weekend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the lake after work Friday with a stop along the way at the Apple Festival to visit our buddy Stan and check out all the booths.  The best by far was the www.baresitall.com booth.  A group of Hendersonville ladies who have taken up the cause for breast cancer research.  Let's just say, living with an 11-year old severely limited my t-shirt choices.  So, I came away with one that reads, "Fight like a girl."  Though I really wanted the one that said, "Second base could save your life."  After little man had his fill of the biggest gyro ever, we hopped back in the car for the rest of the journey to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic time with Nana &amp; Papaw all weekend and even got to see J &amp; J's lake house (finally).  With our fill of tortas from our fav mex spot and ribs on the grill courtesy of Papaw we headed back north toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving we arranged with some friends to stop back at the Apple Festival to view the finale/parade.  Boy are we glad we did.  Stan driving the big blue truck pulling the bank float...the pirate ship (complete with mermaid, ummm... merman...well, he was... interesting.) David filled up on funnel cake and lemonade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it home just in time to shower, change and head to the GPI for the semi-annual neighborhood party - thanks to Stan who included us as his guests!  We ate our fill of the yummy buffet and even managed to get little man out on the dance floor - he learned the Electric Slide, once out on the floor, he was hard to get off!  It was a great ending to a really fun weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret?  Leaving the camera at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-4301005724110525987?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4301005724110525987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=4301005724110525987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4301005724110525987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/4301005724110525987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-weekend-fun.html' title='Labor Day Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2657262035011769386</id><published>2007-08-13T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:45:15.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's HAWT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What to do when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a) you don't have a/c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;b) the temps hit 90+everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c)  it's actually cooler outside than inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You HIT the waterfall pools!  After working waaaay too hard Saturday, doing the usual 'stuff'...we packed up a picnic and our buddies the Mericle Family and headed out to Graveyard Fields on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  It was perfect.  Cooler in the mountains, we were up high enough to be in the clouds for a while.  The water was... well, see picture #1 - David's face says it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We spent the entire day playing, hiking and eating wild blueberries right off the bush.  A great way to spend the last weekend before school starts (Thurs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2657262035011769386?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2657262035011769386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2657262035011769386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2657262035011769386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2657262035011769386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-hawt.html' title='It&apos;s HAWT'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-7731402964124253089</id><published>2007-06-19T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:20:46.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biltmore Estate Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where can you go and see a house with 43 bathrooms? Hidden passages? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Horses named Bert &amp; Ernie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why right in our very own backyard - of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have been given the honor of being a part of a focus group of families to use the Biltmore Estate just like it was our backyard. The Estate is making a very good effort to be attractive to families...so all this summer we plan to make very good use of our "yard".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday (June 16) David &amp;amp; I, along with our friends, Kim, Lance, Linsey, Millie &amp; Avery spent an enjoyable day checking out the Estate. We began with a tour of the house (since Avery had never been), we let David (a seasoned Biltmore-ite) be our guide - it's amazing the things kids pick out to focus on - (see above re: bathrooms and secret doors). If only he had been at the head of the pack in the salon with Napoleon's chess set (that's &lt;em&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte, Lance ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Napoleon Dynamite!&lt;/em&gt;) Don't worry we won't let him forget &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; slip for quite some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After touring the house we headed down to the lagoon for a big picnic lunch...complete with blue dragonflies and geese with their babies. We let the kids burn off some energy in one of the big fields, then headed up to River Bend Farm for some of their super-yum ice cream. There was live music, buttermilk being made and even a nest of baby barn swallows to see. After being rejuvenated with ice cream, we set out across the street to the barn to see the animals...baby chicks, lambs and goats a-plenty greeted us and let us pet them. There is even a blind chicken that you can pick up and hold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the barn - it was the mom's turn to play in the kitchen garden... how cool is "love-in-a-mist"? or artichoke plants? they even have a kiwi plant (vine? tree? - it was a little of both)...they even had a touchable plant area for the kiddos. All in all a very cool day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking on my weekend I just might find a shady spot by the river and spend an afternoon reading...but then we also talked about a photographic "safari" of sorts...lots more to see and do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For more awesome photos of the Estate grounds check out our buddies Steven &amp;amp; Abner's blog, just click on the link down the list on the right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-7731402964124253089?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7731402964124253089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=7731402964124253089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7731402964124253089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7731402964124253089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/biltmore-estate-summer.html' title='Biltmore Estate Summer'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-8643327676523799588</id><published>2007-03-05T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:03:02.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you live ... should not determine whether you live or whether you die.  Bono</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past weekend Bono received the NAACP Chairman's Award for his work in moving our generation to conquer the challenges of poverty and AIDS. For a white kid from Ireland to receive this honor is no small feat.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hear his stirring words yourself at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6P6v4bNxJQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6P6v4bNxJQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While there is no quick or easy answer for poverty in the world, we as individuals CAN make a difference. Let's be an inspired generation of activists.  We can take ONE step. We can do ONE thing. As ONE we can make a difference. How can you not want to do more when you see the passion and power of what ONE man can do?  It's as easy as wearing a bracelet or a t-shirt, making a phone call (on a red razr) or even shopping at a favorite store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To learn how you can do more to help end poverty and AIDS worldwide log onto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.one.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.one.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To support the (red) campaign - you can make purchases at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gap.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.gap.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (product) red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-8643327676523799588?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8643327676523799588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=8643327676523799588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8643327676523799588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/8643327676523799588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-you-live-should-not-determine.html' title='Where you live ... should not determine whether you live or whether you die.  Bono'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-2300143280602616039</id><published>2007-01-30T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:24:44.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly acquired talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this weekend I learned to cable - thanks Becks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David liked it so much he asked me to make him one, with 3 twisties.&lt;br /&gt;These classes have been really fun - I'm also meeting new people each week.&lt;br /&gt;So that's another plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expanding that oh too small circle, slowly but surely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-2300143280602616039?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2300143280602616039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=2300143280602616039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2300143280602616039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/2300143280602616039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/01/newly-acquired-talent.html' title='Newly acquired talent'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-6243685074963201371</id><published>2007-01-23T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:17:55.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knit'/><title type='text'>An new obession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, for Christmas I got this AWESOME trunk filled with llama and angora yarn... one challenge...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to knit.  This was really something special.  The lady raises llama, sheep, bunnies, etc. and takes their fur/hair, cleans it, dyes it and spins it into yarn.  (Mom told me to get someone to make something out of it for me, so I wouldn't screw it up)... so of course I signed up for knitting classes!  I'm addicted!  This is so much fun.  I have so much down time during basketball &amp; football practice (not to mention those HOURS on the golf course while David is playing tournaments).  Reading is great, but this is productive!  I've already made my first scarf (it even had a pattern, thankyouverymuch) - now I'm onto a felted purse (for someone's birthday in Feb.), a poncho (for a friends new baby) and another scarf for my mom.  I have found it's really good to have a couple of projects going - when I make a mistake or get frustrated I can lay one down and pick up another &amp; keep going.  I owe it all to my friend Becky (thanks!) for turning me on to my newest hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-6243685074963201371?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6243685074963201371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=6243685074963201371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6243685074963201371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/6243685074963201371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-obession.html' title='An new obession'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-5723478034973932134</id><published>2006-12-17T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:10:14.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Giada is the Devil!</title><content type='html'>A nice sunny warm Saturday. David went to his dad's after the basketball game. I could putter in the yard (ok - I really need to wrestle those leaves) go to the doggie park, enjoy a nice day...and then... Giada! I put the first of several loads of laundry on, got my first cup of coffee and decided to sit &amp; surf until it was time for the next load to go in. Why did I have to stop on Food Network? Why? There she was, all deceivingly cute and perky. "Oh, today my friends are coming over for a cookie buffet. Let's make Italian Christmas cookies." I should have turned the channel right then &amp;amp; there. But alas, I was weak - so for the next 30 minutes I watched her make Cranberry Pistachio Biscotti (OMG good) Fig &amp;amp; Walnut filled cookies (for which I substituted apricots) and the killer Florentines (like carmel lacy almondy yummies with melted dark chocolate in the center). So what did I do? Why download the recipes, drive my Saturday self to the store and get the ingredients to make all 3! I spent the entire day making cookies (I did manage to get most of the laundry done) - let me just say I could have seriously eaten EVERY Florentine I made (but I didn't think anyone would take my 911 call seriously).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-5723478034973932134?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5723478034973932134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=5723478034973932134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5723478034973932134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/5723478034973932134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-giada-is-devil.html' title='Why Giada is the Devil!'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-1815176707346238869</id><published>2006-12-16T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:24:45.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9:30 am and the court is hot!  David had some good rebounds and blocked well.   Our guys did their best to shut down their opponents, but to no avail!  This brings us to a 4-4 season so far. This will be our last game until after Winter break... a well-deserved break from school &amp; football. David has a party on Monday and then he's done until January!  Woo hoo. Now, how is Santa supposed to do his (her) job when he's home?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-1815176707346238869?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1815176707346238869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=1815176707346238869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1815176707346238869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/1815176707346238869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2006/12/930-am-and-court-is-hot-david-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076197191458965047.post-7620225728802746531</id><published>2006-12-13T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:01:59.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've finally given in...</title><content type='html'>and set up this page to post up our activities and adventures throughout the year (and I promise to quit sending that annoying Christmas newsletter!) with so many of our friends and family scattered around the country (and sometimes around the world - mom &amp; dad!) we thought this would be a fun way to share our pictures and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check back often and see updated pictures of David and the rest of our menagerie (which seems to grow weekly).  We'll try to keep you in the loop of our goings on and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our links - we have really great friends who share our adventures - they are our extended family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076197191458965047-7620225728802746531?l=theflowersbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7620225728802746531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2076197191458965047&amp;postID=7620225728802746531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7620225728802746531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076197191458965047/posts/default/7620225728802746531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflowersbunch.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-finally-given-in.html' title='I&apos;ve finally given in...'/><author><name>Coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03583228035225002754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zj22J34qSyQ/TDTYRrxsa1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1_LmZWMNIHU/S220/yoga+avatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
