tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78575074739403405482024-03-05T16:20:57.844-06:00ThisTimeAroundbecause I do more than just exerciseCheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.comBlogger222125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-37474346333936277002012-03-02T08:29:00.000-06:002012-03-02T08:29:29.316-06:00Just Getting StartedLast night marked the beginning of the <a href="http://truefalse.org/">True False Film Festival.</a><br />
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It's a film festival in Columbia, Missouri that brings documentary films, their directors, their subjects and people who love movies all to one place.<br />
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This is an amazing place to be this weekend and it's one of my most favorite activities of the year. I'll leave Columbia this weekend feeling moved, inspired and smarter.<br />
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Last night we saw two of the approximately 16 movies we're signed up to see in the next few days.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1860355/">Undefeated</a> started our festival experience last night and was so fantastic. It's about a football coach, an unsuccessful football team, and love. So good!<br />
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We also saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2085888/">Only The Young.</a> It was one of those documentaries that just follows their subject's lives. Some might argue that nothing happens, and I may agree with that person, however, I tend to love films like this.<br />
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Our day starts around noon today and ends sometime later. <br />
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Let the fun begin!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRocczgJREussf1vfWFA8OkuJeptgN6QyOP1VWkwMPdXHaYMx1kfF80fD0C-fFyDC7IdcWoTGrnvBFHjcLTeLp-xr-cxFDM2BXcNef9iyVtSCPD8VvkZYKPpQ0CUKwE_taPX-92vpnBUp/s1600/TF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRocczgJREussf1vfWFA8OkuJeptgN6QyOP1VWkwMPdXHaYMx1kfF80fD0C-fFyDC7IdcWoTGrnvBFHjcLTeLp-xr-cxFDM2BXcNef9iyVtSCPD8VvkZYKPpQ0CUKwE_taPX-92vpnBUp/s640/TF.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">photo by <a href="http://scottpatrickmyers.com/">Scott Patrick Myers Photography</a></div>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-4085242021045747782012-02-27T18:23:00.000-06:002012-02-27T18:23:59.671-06:00The Sound and Fury: A Review.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyb9a8IYVssDZRXop8P1Ea57IAmCP-Y2gHE4HWS48AOo9uVKLiBcJBdQAyNApadGZGm2r0OCmalH_a-tBmNjsPx0Qad0fzBJJoFvrksQep1JV4EHuIqEl4f46VmgiKToHoPFDbfELnJvv/s1600/sound+and+fury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyb9a8IYVssDZRXop8P1Ea57IAmCP-Y2gHE4HWS48AOo9uVKLiBcJBdQAyNApadGZGm2r0OCmalH_a-tBmNjsPx0Qad0fzBJJoFvrksQep1JV4EHuIqEl4f46VmgiKToHoPFDbfELnJvv/s1600/sound+and+fury.jpg" /></a></div><br />
This weekend I watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0240912/">Sound and Fury.</a><br />
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It's a documentary about two brothers.<br />
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One brother is hearing and he married a hearing woman and they had twins, one of which is deaf.<br />
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The other brother is deaf, married a deaf woman and has three deaf children.<br />
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The issue is one of the cochlear implant. The hearing brother doesn't think twice about doing this for his newborn son. The deaf brother and his wife have a lot of issues with it, namely it will take away from their child experiencing deaf culture.<br />
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This was so odd to me. I've always assumed that those who can't hear would want to, but now I see that there is a whole culture of people who are connected through this sameness and value their membership in this community.<br />
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I encourage you to watch the movie because it is definitely one that will make you think about what it means to be hearing, about being a parent, and about this whole other community of people.<br />
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Watch it and come back and tell me what you think.Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-19762887655590371362012-02-25T18:45:00.001-06:002012-02-27T06:38:01.796-06:00Big Ideas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHL-jJFP1JKoVW2TD1RwRZa1pJemk3UXbJmWJYBtI_Lidlxc3n9qXM30OVgMLpmPSNqUB_-SDNoHeX8KAx4QASE1KY7bi3NYKV2KHoHOAbROWIHWI2kIUm4lIHehbpk-8whFpwxlseHvU2/s1600/20110606_3239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHL-jJFP1JKoVW2TD1RwRZa1pJemk3UXbJmWJYBtI_Lidlxc3n9qXM30OVgMLpmPSNqUB_-SDNoHeX8KAx4QASE1KY7bi3NYKV2KHoHOAbROWIHWI2kIUm4lIHehbpk-8whFpwxlseHvU2/s640/20110606_3239.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have a lot of ideas these days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. The Oscar's Best Picture category shouldn't consist of a specific number of films every year, it should really just be the best films of the year, whether that is four films or twelve. With this they wouldn't be 'filling spots' with things like <i>Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close</i>, which I haven't seen, but hear horrible things about. How's that for an informed opinion?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. It should be against the law for songs and radio ads to use siren sounds. This is a huge source of stress for me in the car: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is there a cop behind me? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is that siren on the radio? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Should I pull over? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What's going on? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">See? Very stressful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Vegetarians and vegans should not use words like cheese, meat, etc. I am very supportive of the vegetarian and vegan movements. I believe in them fully and think we would all be healthier with a little less meat in our diets. However, using words like cheese and meat to describe a food that has neither cheese nor meat in it is doing these movements a disservice. If a meat eater is entering into a vegetarian food experience and something is called veggie bacon, they are going to expect bacon, not bacon's vegetarian counterpart. Veggie bacon, vegan cheese, etc should all be given new names.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That is all.</div>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-69140527057718144312012-02-22T16:16:00.001-06:002012-02-22T16:25:37.650-06:00A Never Ending Battle. Looking for my Forever Friend.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_KqfWa5SxrAZwQn15nfJCG9UCtT18Udcqe5fPWKl27m60Jq6iP39lAXxhL_A3edUc8_RXVoyVO43BALrY8ubBVR34VqD-RS_453uGsNfJFYhub6Ybab53wny9nfh8VDnpXNucrBvOnf8/s1600/IMG_0900-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_KqfWa5SxrAZwQn15nfJCG9UCtT18Udcqe5fPWKl27m60Jq6iP39lAXxhL_A3edUc8_RXVoyVO43BALrY8ubBVR34VqD-RS_453uGsNfJFYhub6Ybab53wny9nfh8VDnpXNucrBvOnf8/s640/IMG_0900-edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
I don't have a hairdresser.<br />
I usually wait until my hair starts to look pretty shabby for about a week and call a couple of salons to see who can get me in ASAP.(while trying to trim it myself the entire week). It's not ideal.<br />
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I've thought I had found the perfect hairdresser several times in my adult life. I go in for my first haircut and love it and then I go back for my second haircut and the stylist decides to shave the side of my head for some reason (true story), and then I'm back on the hunt again.<br />
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So back in January, my hair started to look pretty shabby and I called a place that I'd driven by a couple of times-perhaps not the best way to pick a salon, but I was running out of options.<br />
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On the way to my appointment, I thought that this would be the one: my hairstylist. I would make the commitment. Today was the day.<br />
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Unfortunately, it wasn't the hair cut experience of my dreams.<br />
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At one point, I had to ask her to change combs, it was either her heavy hand or the combs teeth were made of razor blades, but I couldn't endure the pain of it scratching across my scalp any longer.<br />
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Second, and this was the unforgivable part, at almost every part of my head she would say, "Cut this part, don't you think?"<br />
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me- "Um, yes, I guess"<br />
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her- "Cut this part, don't you think?"<br />
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Really, who's the stylist here?<br />
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And just to provide a little background, I sat down in the chair and gave my spiel first thing.<br />
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I'm low maintenance.<br />
I don't style my hair.<br />
I'm easygoing.<br />
I work at a gym.<br />
I just want something shorter than what's going on right now.<br />
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But still I had to endure this: "Cut this part, don't you think?"<br />
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Is this really happening?<br />
It was.<br />
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Today. I walked into a new salon, one recommended to me by a friend that actually goes there. I know!<br />
I liked the stylist right away, my haircut is cute cute cute, and the stylist didn't need any coaching from me.<br />
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Perfect.<br />
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I may have found the one.Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-19973597142749877032012-02-21T10:56:00.001-06:002012-02-21T10:59:16.368-06:00Wanna Swap?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCnoxSumQhEkYsCYMvT5a1sn0mLW5VODPvD6qumYgLZqy8sIrlemNdsfeT4a5LROStsiP0VMA-chPr3mQhk3F1B-wqpuWBVrCYG1FE4c-si2oK8Mrv-hYBU9BACeJ0_nJ4n6q_7NZ2S_w/s1600/IMG_3632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCnoxSumQhEkYsCYMvT5a1sn0mLW5VODPvD6qumYgLZqy8sIrlemNdsfeT4a5LROStsiP0VMA-chPr3mQhk3F1B-wqpuWBVrCYG1FE4c-si2oK8Mrv-hYBU9BACeJ0_nJ4n6q_7NZ2S_w/s640/IMG_3632.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
It's that time again where we talk about an ad swap.<br />
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So...who's interested in swapping ad space with me?<br />
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All my ads are 120x120.<br />
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email me at cheryl_birkey@yahoo(dot)com if you're interested.Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-67663153535319719032012-02-19T08:30:00.000-06:002012-02-19T08:30:44.726-06:00Mini Stay-Cation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFOAhZIXNhGDkQid78X1x1BP-IpEl-I24utsCcV-BdMEsrzTTIAKsw_verIoZ7_ODyDbaGKLgLElj1hL-eiseLFI2Ir65F2QXz7Z04C8aWJq9-pVcxZmoiK3vrrzoBdLr-1PdCRmLzLGQ/s1600/IMG_0898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFOAhZIXNhGDkQid78X1x1BP-IpEl-I24utsCcV-BdMEsrzTTIAKsw_verIoZ7_ODyDbaGKLgLElj1hL-eiseLFI2Ir65F2QXz7Z04C8aWJq9-pVcxZmoiK3vrrzoBdLr-1PdCRmLzLGQ/s640/IMG_0898.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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This weekend has been wonderful.<br />
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We're house sitting for a client of mine and though she is only gone for about three days, the time here has been lovely. We house sat for these same people in the summertime for about 7 days so when they asked again, I said YES! without any hesitation. <br />
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There's something about getting out of my own house, whether I'm travelling to a faraway land or just a few blocks away, that seems to automatically put me in relaxation mode.<br />
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Their house is so comfortable. There's a big comfortable couch, a huge television, a great dog, but best of all, it's not my house. There are no house projects to accomplish here, no bills that need to be paid, no work that needs to be completed, there is just a big couch that needs to be sat upon and a TV that needs to be watched.<br />
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We do have a doggy to care for, and that includes a 45-60 minute walk in the morning which turns out is quite the workout. On Saturday morning, Zeb and Peanut joined us and it was so much fun. Although Peanut is about one thirtieth the size of Hoagie, she made sure she was the lead dog for most of the walk. Her little legs moved so fast.<br />
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We're headed out later this afternoon, but before we go we have two things to accomplish.<br />
1. More couch time.<br />
2. More TV time.Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-63965667917904801302012-02-17T07:05:00.000-06:002012-02-17T07:05:45.119-06:00Why Not?So I was recently invited to a Facebook event to send this little 6 year old boy with cancer a card.<br />
Here's the actual information from the person in charge:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;">Ayden is six years old. He is a sweet heart who has stage 4 cancer, and it has spread to his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;">brain. I want to do something for him & his family, and I need your help... I want everyone to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;">send him a card in the mail. Even if you don't know him, it doesn't matter. It would</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"> be an AMAZING gift for him & his family to see hundreds of cards arriving to him with messages of hope & support. It doesn't have to cost much-- a handmade card is even better!! PLEASE help me and send him a card this week. Tell lots of people!! The more cards- the better! please send to: Ayden Carpenter, 16808 E. 31st St., Independence MO 64055. thank you ♥ This project of love, has come about c/o his cousin (who would like to stay anonymous.). It's such a sweet idea and it will only cost you a few minutes, and a stamp to make his day. Please help to flood his mailbox.</span></span><br />
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That's the card I made for him. It's simple and it was quick to make. I think you should send one too. It's inexpensive. Cheap really...and maybe we can help brighten this boy's day.<br />
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Here's the address again:<br />
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Ayden Carpenter<br />
16808 East 31st Street<br />
Independence, Missouri 64055<br />
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Who's coming with me?!Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-34332059986865593502012-02-15T06:05:00.001-06:002012-02-15T06:47:53.601-06:00Currently<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzPx1ljJe8dMNltM286cyE3XjtqE7ZJrhnFjHVcC3Q-_Qh9ZwgsfL7ougy1Bmc7RJA-W4g6b5dT9v8WoEWurdmyYnfnD2q8aXgFCx2L516a1mR0D1-xgrJv3GkJvyr5Js06jiwNjQpLFr/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzPx1ljJe8dMNltM286cyE3XjtqE7ZJrhnFjHVcC3Q-_Qh9ZwgsfL7ougy1Bmc7RJA-W4g6b5dT9v8WoEWurdmyYnfnD2q8aXgFCx2L516a1mR0D1-xgrJv3GkJvyr5Js06jiwNjQpLFr/s640/IMG_0464.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<b>Thinking:</b> I am in constant awe of the people who do a better 'life juggling act' than I do. How do people use all the time in their day so efficiently? I'm finding it hard to balance work, working out, my current knitting project, reading, crafting, spending time with friends, making my dog feel special, preparing my food for the week, watching the TV I like to watch (it's minimal, I swear), blogging... How do I do it all? How do you do it all?<br />
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<b>Listening to:</b> <a href="http://thecivilwars.com/index.php">The Civil Wars</a> <i>Barton Hollow</i>. A friend of mine told me about this duo a few weeks ago and then I saw them on the Grammy's and now I love them.<br />
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<b>Reading:</b> I was in the middle of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kafka-Shore-Haruki-Murakami/dp/1400043662">Haruki Murakami's <i>Kafka on the Shore</i> </a>when my library loan ran out. I was seriously 50% finished, and I'm not so cheap that I can't purchase it and finish it, but then I don't know if I want one more thing on my plate (see above). I keep thinking about it though, I think that's a good sign that I should finish it.<br />
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<b>Feeling:</b> Healthy. I fell off the workout and eat right train around November (even personal trainers get burnt out), but got back to it right before the start of the new year. Now, I am at the point where I have to workout everyday. My body and my mind make me do it. I like that.<br />
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<b>Watching: </b>Last night I watched <a href="http://www.nbc.com/parenthood/">Parenthood</a> and cried at the end. That show is so good. Later this morning I'm about to grab my knitting and turn on this week's <a href="http://www.logotv.com/shows/rupauls_drag_race/season_4/series.jhtml">RuPaul's Drag Race</a>. I have eclectic tastes.<br />
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What are you up to?Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-52653385058235214632012-02-11T17:57:00.002-06:002012-02-11T18:03:01.735-06:0011 Things<h3 style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I was tagged by <a href="http://eef-etc.com/">Erin</a> to play this game.... </span></h3><h3 style="line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Here are the rules.</span></span></h3><div><ol style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You must post these rules.</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Each person must post 11 things about themselves on their blog.</span></li>
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</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. I'm super cool. See above.</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. I love carbs! crackers, bread, the list goes on...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is make coffee.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4. I love mornings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5. I get tired immediately after the sun goes down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">6. I love to nap.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">7. I love and look forward to watching The Bachelor every week.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8. If we had cable I would do nothing but watch TV. fact.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9. If I could live an active, happy, bellyache free life eating nothing but chocolate and cinnamon rolls, I would do it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">10. I hate being cold.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">11. I'm cold all the time.</span><br />
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</span></div><div><h3 style="background-color: white; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Questions</span></h3><h3 style="background-color: white; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;">1. If you won the lottery, what would you do?</span></h3><h3 style="background-color: white; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: small;">I would pay off my friend's homes, buy people reliable vehicles, take everyone I know on an awesome trip and quit my job and travel. I can't fully understand what that amount of money could achieve, but I would like to do all those things and also never have to work again. </span></span></h3><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span></div><h3 style="background-color: white; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;">2. Would you rather be a vampire, or werewolf? Why?</span></h3><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is the most inappropriate question for me. I don't know/care about either. I guess a vampire. ?</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>3. Would you rather be AMAZINGLY smart, or AMAZINGLY beautiful? Why? (be honest!)</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ugghhhh....I don't want to choose! I guess AMAZINGLY beautiful. It seems to me like you could be pretty isolated if you were AMAZINGLY smart. Am I right? Beautiful and popular! Who's coming with me?!</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>4. What is one skill you wish you had? Why?</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've always wanted to be more musically inclined. I wish, at a young age, I was put into band. I would have loved to be a band geek. Why? Because it would make me cooler now. </span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>5. What is something you are proud of yourself for?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm proud of myself for being who I am. I don't try to be someone or something I'm not. I'm just a shy, introverted, crafty, homebody.</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>6. What is the most embarrassing thing to happen to you (that you’re willing to share)?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can't think of anything, but I've always had this idea that on Halloween I want to tuck my skirt into my underwear in the back. it's not really a costume, just kind of funny. </span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>7. If you could live anywhere, where would you live?</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is a tough one. After I left school, I had the opportunity to live anywhere I wanted to live, but the idea of that, though romantic, is also very isolating. Moving anywhere you want to live means being alone. I choose this place because I want to be near family and friends. Sometimes location doesn't matter....but I wouldn't mind if KC had a mountain or 2 to hike. </span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>8. Who is one of your favorite people? Why?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think Zeb is pretty cool. One of the things that first attracted me to him was that he was a hugger, and a very loving, caring person. I still value that about him. He's also really funny, loves me unconditionally and can spot a typo a mile away. </span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>9. Telepathy or telekinesis? Why?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think telekinesis would be cool and creepy, but telepathy seems to be more useful. Telepathy. </span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">10. </span><span style="background-color: white;">If you had to live in a fantasy world from a TV show or book, what world would it be? Why?</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I would like to live on any reality TV show. </span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>11. What is your dream job? Why?</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I do love my current job, but I do dream about being a famous scrapbook designer with products and papers named after me. How do you get to be one of those?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>11 Questions for you!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. Chocolate or vanilla?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. What movie, that's currently in theaters, do you want to see?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. What music (song or artist) motivates you? Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4. What's your favorite blog to read? Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5. What's your favorite thing to do in the winter? summer?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">6. Do you workout? What's your favorite exercise?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">7. What's your favorite thing to cook? Share the recipe!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8. What's your favorite food?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9. What's your favorite TV show? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">10. Which celebrity could you do without?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">11. Do you think love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, because I'm a rule breaker, I'm not going to tag anyone. Please play along if you would like and let me know in the comments that you played. Also, if you don't have a blog, but want to play, leave your answers in the comments section.</span></div></div></div>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-50868261989347863802012-02-11T07:34:00.001-06:002012-02-11T07:35:12.890-06:00For Funsies<a href="http://eef-etc.com/">Erin</a> posted a link to a <a href="http://thoserootsandwings.blogspot.com/2012/02/lessons-in-food-photographykelly-from.html">blog post</a> about how to edit food photography and today was the perfect time to use it. The first photo is unedited and the second photo followed <a href="http://www.eat-yourself-skinny.com/">Kelly's</a> instructions exactly.<br />
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</div>Wow! I wasn't going to edit the original because I thought it looked great. Seeing it compared, though, I can really tell a difference in the color saturation and detail. The first one looks almost blurry. What do you think?Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-64815706273162347342012-02-11T07:25:00.001-06:002012-02-11T10:29:56.229-06:00Saying 'Thank You'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpo5gH-ipXGjzGd5-YS3mG7UcUC5YKlREssdn_7gvaBIhM54GwqzrqJb9oobLgBkmFIF6fW0VL4kl4W2EDR3NKwA7E3XBmlnsDCB41U0kQiTf9tiGEt65ULW0q1ZPoTm8dN5vhLLLGE8A/s1600/IMG_0889-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpo5gH-ipXGjzGd5-YS3mG7UcUC5YKlREssdn_7gvaBIhM54GwqzrqJb9oobLgBkmFIF6fW0VL4kl4W2EDR3NKwA7E3XBmlnsDCB41U0kQiTf9tiGEt65ULW0q1ZPoTm8dN5vhLLLGE8A/s640/IMG_0889-edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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I whipped up dinner last night for my neighbor who was so nice to come over to host <a href="http://cherylbirkey.blogspot.com/2012/02/party.html">Zeb's beer tasting</a> and not ask for anything in return.<br />
That evening we gave him a six pack of his favorite beer, but I also wanted to make him some chili (he likes chili). I followed (loosely) <a href="http://www.midwestliving.com/recipe/artful-compromise-chili/">this</a> recipe out of <a href="http://www.midwestliving.com/">Midwest Living</a> and the chili came out so so.<br />
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I admit to making some changes to this recipe:<br />
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1. I used 1.5 lbs of ground beef instead of the beef chuck roast and pork loin they suggested.<br />
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2. I omitted the parsley. (what does parsley do?)<br />
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3. I omitted the red hot chili pepper. (Last week when making salsa I cut up two jalapenos-and apparently touched my nose- and my nose burned for about 2 hours. not pleasant. no thank you.)<br />
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4. I forgot to buy the beef broth :|<br />
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5. I left out the melted butter (huh?) but then added the butter to my neighbor's portion because I didn't know how to 'save' the recipe. It didn't 'save' it, but did make it very buttery.<br />
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My main problem was that 'the chili' came out more like a beef stew than a chili. It tasted good, but to call it chili is not appropriate. In my defense, the picture that goes along with the recipe also looks like a beef stew. (maybe that's not in my defense).<br />
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I was happy to serve them dinner last night and they were surprised and happy by the gesture. I even baked up (right out of the package) some chocolate chip cookies.<br />
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How do you say 'Thank You' in a special way?Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-18250010966719638882012-02-09T11:43:00.001-06:002012-02-10T05:51:51.217-06:00The "I'll Never do an Outfit Post" Outfit Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't wear cute clothes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't like to spend money on clothes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't like to take the time to assemble outfits. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't do my hair. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't wear makeup.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't like to get dressed up for no reason. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't know how to get dressed up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't want to drive around the city looking for a cool spot to be photographed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These are things I do not care about. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have a lot of stretchy pants and a lot of hoodies and a lot of scarves and that is what I wear. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everyday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">outfit details:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Scarf: Merona from Target</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hoodie: thrifted</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hair: freshly washed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Nails: unpainted</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Face: freshly washed</span></div>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-80790317137823159432012-02-08T08:17:00.001-06:002012-02-17T08:50:42.553-06:00The PartyFor Zeb's Birthday we decided to have a party at the house to celebrate.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A beer tasting was the first thing we planned. We're lucky enough to have a liquor rep living next door so we asked him if he could lead that part of the party, and he did an amazing job. He gave a lot of interesting information, and people asked a lot of questions. It was fun to try all the different beers he picked out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkcqosGKRrzgqutOQiL18wIaVUABvjWAnDA8H_j27YKPbfdGYDLqLmvI6x_LGGdcNJrCq8PZ9U0F9RCnylY2l4PgR1ut0PVa65qVJ-Yod0PZ1V1DRuRRTJBwx2n8CxNkJEApBfHW9OZ67/s1600/IMG_0856-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkcqosGKRrzgqutOQiL18wIaVUABvjWAnDA8H_j27YKPbfdGYDLqLmvI6x_LGGdcNJrCq8PZ9U0F9RCnylY2l4PgR1ut0PVa65qVJ-Yod0PZ1V1DRuRRTJBwx2n8CxNkJEApBfHW9OZ67/s640/IMG_0856-edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We served tacos for dinner and I was nervous all week about having enough food. I've never cooked for 20 people before and was totally unsure of how to feed all of them. I was most fearful that some people wouldn't get to eat. So in the end, I bought and prepared waaaaaay too much food. It's better than the latter, but we'll be eating tacos for months at this point. </div><br />
I also set up a DIY photobooth which I was pretty unsure of. Sometimes I get sucked blog land and there are all these cute ideas floating around, but when I emerge from blog land I'm unsure of whether the ideas are super cute and crafty and something everyone would really love or something only this crafty girl would love. When I bought it up to Zeb he thought it was a good idea so we went ahead with it.<br />
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This photobooth was very DIY, but it was a hit at the party. I hung a sheet up to cover a wall, and Zeb had a couple boxes of props- wigs, hats and masks. We put the camera on a tripod and set up the custom timer to take 3 consecutive pictures 5 seconds apart. There were over 200 pictures at the end of the night. This is just a sampling.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The party was super fun and I was exhausted by the end of it all. People started showing up before 6:00 and I finally sneaked off to bed around 1:00.</div>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-42614568643893414162012-02-06T17:17:00.000-06:002012-02-06T17:17:18.698-06:00ooooooofCould it be that I'm still recovering from the party?<br />
I'm old.<br />
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Here's one pic from the DIY photo booth we had set up.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More to come...</div>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-1785738070334122462012-02-04T06:28:00.000-06:002012-02-04T06:28:51.958-06:00Things this week have been pretty busy, along with my own life happening I've also been trying to plan a birthday party for Zeb. Well, the day has come, February 4th is here!<br />
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Tonight we're having about 20 people over for a beer tasting and a taco party. I think it should be a really good time and I'm going to take lots of pictures. I really just hope everyone has fun, especially Zeb.<br />
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Have you hosted a themed party before?Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-55642145886559317542012-02-03T05:39:00.000-06:002012-02-03T05:39:58.200-06:00A Giveaway!Isn't this hat cute!?<br />
I made it and I'm giving it away!<br />
Go visit <a href="http://eef-etc.com/">eef etc</a> to get the details.<br />
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</div><a href="http://eef-etc.com/2012/hand-knit-hat-giveaway-from-cheryl-at-this-time-around/">Go check it out and enter to win!</a>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-23986749778830670492012-02-02T15:34:00.000-06:002012-02-02T15:34:25.646-06:001. 2. 3. 4....I'm currently knitting a baby blanket for my cousin's baby due to arrive in July. I have knitted two other baby blankets in the past for new babies and I love it as a gift because I feel it's one of those things the mommy will keep forever. I'm all for practical gifts too, but this is something that I love spending the time to make.<br />
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I did want a <a href="http://www.knittingonthenet.com/patterns/babyafheart.htm">pattern</a> that looked impressive, but was pretty simple to knit up so I wouldn't have to pay too much attention. So now I spend my afternoons and evenings counting stitches. It's a bit of a slow process, and often I find I'm making myself sit down to knit, but I know I'll be very happy when it's finished.<br />
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Almost halfway there!Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-63345527676515688412012-02-02T05:49:00.000-06:002012-02-02T05:49:12.992-06:00I didn't think of it, but I'm glad somebody did.I always fish around in the depths of my purse to find my MP3 player. The other day, one of my workout buddies pulled hers out of a pouch she keeps in her purse, and then the lightbulb went off for me. So simple, but I never thought of doing it. Now, I know exactly where to find my MP3 player when it's time to workout.<br />
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....and if you're at all curious, my MP3 player is a Sony and was a gift from Zeb from many moons ago. It still works and I still love it, however the program to purchase songs and add songs is no longer available so I can't modify my play lists anymore, bummer. But, I tend to listen to the radio with it most of the time because I get to hear all the crappy/awesome/crappy <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKxx5QC0ewc">pop songs</a> I love without having to pay for them. Who can afford the skyrocketing price of a song these days anyway!? (sarcasm). I'm cheap.<br />
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....and the pouch is from one or two years ago when I took this awesome <a href="http://homeeconline.blogspot.com/">Home Ec Sewing E-Course</a>.Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-87712674339901539972012-02-01T08:16:00.000-06:002012-02-01T08:16:01.009-06:00Happy!This weather has been so amazing, and yesterday we took full advantage of it. Friends of ours with two little girls came over and their little family and our little family walked to the nearby park to play for a bit. It was so fun!<br />
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I didn't take my camera, but imagine...<br />
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-Peanut running as fast as she could go all over the park<br />
-Zeb playing underdog with our friends' oldest girl<br />
-Adults sliding down slides<br />
-little girl giggles<br />
-sunshineCheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-34327081621367261742012-01-25T07:24:00.000-06:002012-01-25T07:24:12.717-06:00Surprises: I May Be ObsessedI surprised Zeb with <a href="http://www.mambazo.com/">Ladysmith Black Mombazo</a> tickets last night.<br />
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I'm big on surprising him and perhaps I do it a little too often.<br />
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"Surprise, I brought home ice cream!"<br />
"Surprise, I'm home early from work!"<br />
"Surprise, I made dinner!"<br />
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I don't know why I wanted this concert to be a surprise, but I bought the tickets last minute, labeled the evening as a 'surprise' and we were off.<br />
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We arrived at the beautiful Kauffman Center, Zeb got his snacks for the show, and then we headed to our seats.<br />
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The show was so great, and a little unexpected. I knew I was going to be hearing some beautiful music, but I was not expecting all the comedy and high kicks, a lot of high kicks.<br />
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If they come your way, take advantage of the opportunity.<br />
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I wonder if he gets tired of acting surprised all the time....Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-8036996270195131272012-01-23T13:03:00.000-06:002012-01-25T07:27:28.162-06:00Forever LazyWhenever talk of Christmas came up last year, Zeb made sure that his mom and I knew that he wanted a <a href="https://www.orderforeverlazy.com/?rtag=foreverlazy&">Forever Lazy</a>.<br />
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This stop was on the tour we took of Connemara. We visited the Walled Garden at Kylemore Abby. I think Zeb and I could have spent a lot of time here looking at all the different plants, flowers and landscaping detail, it was amazing...a beautiful place on a beautiful day.<br />
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I used the sketch from <a href="http://ellesstudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/sketch-thursday-011912.html">Elle's Studio</a> for this page.<br />
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I turn down most people when I am asked to hang out.<br />
I'm always concerned I won't have fun, won't have anything to talk about, and I dislike having things on my social calendar. Here's a little taste of how the inner dialogue goes down:<br />
Sounds fun!<br />
What if it's not fun?<br />
What if I don't have anything to talk about?<br />
What would I wear?<br />
What if I get hungry?<br />
What if I get tired?<br />
What if I say 'yes' now, but when the time comes I feel more like staying home and reading a book?<br />
What if I have to get up early the next day?<br />
What if I don't know how to get there?<br />
Where will I park?<br />
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I am an extreme home body, an introvert, and I'm also quite socially anxious. Take away the alcohol of my early twenties and I'd rather stay at home with my knitting or my scrapbooking or a movie. I didn't even go out on<a href="http://cherylbirkey.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-party-time-in-city.html"> New Year's Eve like I said I would. </a><br />
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So I quite surprised myself on Wednesday night, as I was training a client I've had for a couple of years, she asked me to accompany her to see <a href="http://tickets.kauffmancenter.org/single/eventDetail.aspx?p=3730">Mandy Patinkin and Patti Lupone</a> perform at the <a href="http://www.kauffmancenter.org/">Kauffman Center for the Performing Arts</a>. She had an extra ticket.<br />
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My first thought was 'no', of course, but I continued to say 'yes' aloud. In the back of my mind I knew it was a great opportunity to see these two perform and see the new Kauffman Center. <br />
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Now, I had little to no idea who these two were before their performance, and when she said we should have dinner before I made myself say 'yes' again. I wanted to say 'no' to dinner very badly.<br />
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Her sitting across from me for an hour....What on earth would I have to say for that length of time? Sure I've been training her for years and she's a great friend in that environment, but sitting down and looking at each other from across the table made me nervous. *<br />
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So I said 'yes' to both and enjoyed myself very much. (surprise!) Dinner was great with great conversation and the show was enjoyable. I did enjoy Patti Lupone's performance a lot, Mandy's less than that, but it was a great show and I didn't fall asleep. It even sparked my interest in seeing <i>Evita</i> and <i>Carousel</i>.<br />
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So I said 'yes' and I want to try to say 'yes' to more things in the future. It may seem like a funny pep talk for an almost 30 year old to have with herself, but it's truly hard work for me to be social.<br />
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*Let me say now that this post is all about my fears and has nothing to do with this friend of mine, she's wonderful.Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-18474854659287353422012-01-17T14:40:00.000-06:002012-01-17T14:40:00.761-06:00Let's Swap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvpDPYwcXNvcDti9kluXPK5wjLI4rgRU06nYXiCglE3UQtBphkizEJ8PA7ZJcmpMQ3EjxIfFVB-UvsankiQthpkCc0myjWhbAL-gPhVd-NB1SvzF87YULzCmb_KV0y_Ij-VZD-C7LuD8C/s1600/IMG_8472speechbubble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvpDPYwcXNvcDti9kluXPK5wjLI4rgRU06nYXiCglE3UQtBphkizEJ8PA7ZJcmpMQ3EjxIfFVB-UvsankiQthpkCc0myjWhbAL-gPhVd-NB1SvzF87YULzCmb_KV0y_Ij-VZD-C7LuD8C/s640/IMG_8472speechbubble.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Let's trade ad space for the month of February.<br />
I'll be accepting ads that are 120x120.<br />
The only catch: my ad goes on your blog too.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Interested?</div>Email me at cheryl_birkey(at)yahoo(dot)comCheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857507473940340548.post-50568596074045356342012-01-17T07:03:00.000-06:002012-01-25T07:27:28.164-06:00Pages Pages PagesPart of what's helping me achieve my <a href="http://cherylbirkey.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-i-made-it-my-2012-goal-to-get-this.html">2012 organizing goal</a> is actually completing scrapbook pages that sit around in my craft room half finished. I spent all day Saturday finishing pages from Ireland.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For the last page I used the sketch from <a href="http://thegreenfrogstudio.typepad.com/the_green_frog_studio/2012/01/sketch-wednesday.html">The Green Frog Studio.</a></div>Cheryl Birkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17184500213610116956noreply@blogger.com0