<?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-5126526309943395297</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:09:17.839-05:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Revelation'/><title type='text'>Inquiring Minds Want To Know</title><subtitle type='html'>Random musings and ponderings. (And, as of 2010, some postings of my cards!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-6150042554133143827</id><published>2011-05-19T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:08:39.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Bored and indecisive</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's been an ok day and it's 10:24pm and I'm not really in the mood to work, but I'm having trouble getting excited about doing anything 'relaxing' or 'fun' and P's at a rehearsal so I'm bored and I've already checked my e-mail 4 times in the past 20 minutes and there's nothing good on the facebook news feed and I've already checked my fav blogs and they haven't posted anything new since I checked them at 4pm today and I found a few new blogs and ... my brain just moves too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go to bed since I have a big day of teaching tomorrow. But I can't. I have to wait up because I miss him. And so I sit here, not willing to commit to anything and not able to just go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;And wondering if I'd like to get into blogging. I've considered it so many times. I could blog about cards I make. I love looking at other people's blogs. Maybe people would like to look at mine. But do I want them to? Blogs are pretty personal, and I'm not at all good at sharing my life with others. Ok, so blogging could be therapeutic and get me out of my shell. But... do I *really* want to spill my guts to the whole world via the internet? I don't know. And also, that doesn't really count as coming out of your shell.&lt;br /&gt;I could blog about cooking. I'm dying to get better at cooking. But that requires time.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, so does blogging.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm leaning towards a "no" for the whole become-a-regular-blog-poster idea. I still like it though. It still really appeals to me. Maybe some day.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe now. Maybe a regular blog entry is just what I need to get me to discover what is important to me and focus on it. Focus has certainly been lacking this year. It's been one big haze of exhaustion and panic and to-dos and paperwork and just doing whatever seems most urgent at the time. Truly, it's been chaos. I feel like I'm starting to pull out of the haze and get a grip on what's going on. Maybe putting it into words and posting it all over the internet will help even more. If I make a plan and tell my imaginary blog friends about it, then I'll have to follow through.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, imaginary blog friends. Tomorrow, I will blog about my goals and you can leave comments telling me how unrealistic these goals are and how I should cut myself some slack and learn to enjoy life and relax. Or maybe as I'm writing out the goals I'll realize these things for myself. In reality though, I already know all the answers. I just don't know how to actually make the necessary changes...&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. P's home.&lt;br /&gt;Later, suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-6150042554133143827?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/6150042554133143827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=6150042554133143827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/6150042554133143827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/6150042554133143827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2011/05/bored-and-indecisive.html' title='Bored and indecisive'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-3874566939183173414</id><published>2010-04-03T17:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:00:00.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Twinchie collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first ever craft-related blog post! (Please forgive the boring layout... I'm so very new at this!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past several weeks, I have been working on a Rainbow Twinchie collage and it is now completed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iMhmwhRfI/AAAAAAAAACc/JGyhSxM52Qc/s1600/twinchie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iMhmwhRfI/AAAAAAAAACc/JGyhSxM52Qc/s400/twinchie1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456265457526982130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26675988@N05/4270408409/"&gt;this photo&lt;/a&gt; by swanlady21 on Flickr. Ever since I saw her collage, I couldn't get out of my head how much I wanted to make one of my own! I started by going through all of my papers and cardstock and choosing papers that more or less matched the colours of swanlady21's project. Most of my choices were plain cardstock, but some were patterned paper and some were textured paper. I started by looking through my enormous pile of scraps. Then I arranged all the papers in the order that they would go on the collage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iMZr0NK_I/AAAAAAAAACU/jeZG1xW1qV8/s1600/twinchie11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iMZr0NK_I/AAAAAAAAACU/jeZG1xW1qV8/s200/twinchie11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456265321445665778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the pieces were all in order and tagged with a number, I cut them all into 2"x2" pieces. I kept the leftover pieces in a box so that I'd have them in case I messed up a square and needed to start over - this happened just twice, but it saved me having to go back through all my scraps to try and find the piece I needed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that swanlady21 had put each coloured sqaure on a slightly larger black square, so I did the same thing. My black squares are 2.25"x2.25", which gives an 1/8" border around each coloured square. These are all mounted onto a plain white 12"x12" piece of cardstock:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iMZWUUa5I/AAAAAAAAACM/MIDBekDRStk/s1600/twinchie12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iMZWUUa5I/AAAAAAAAACM/MIDBekDRStk/s200/twinchie12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456265315674778514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything was cut and put in order, I went through ALL of my embellishments: sequins, ribbons, buttons, gems, random stuff I've collected over the years - EVERYTHING! I saw this as my opportunity to make good use of my ridiculous and eclectic stash of craft stuff. (A large portion of my craft supplies are things I've collected over the years - bits and pieces of this and that that I would never be able to find again. Many of them are not the greatest quality (dollar store purchases from my early crafting days), so I tend not to use them and they just sit there and cause me guilt whenever I'm at the store, contemplating buying some new (and nicer quality) embellishments!) As I went through all my embellishments, I pulled any piece that matched a square. I wasn't thinking of anything specific for the squares yet, I just pulled everything that matched so that I'd have lots of options when I got around to the fun part of creating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my current crafting goals is to use stamps that I've loved and bought and catalogued, but never gotten around to actually &lt;i&gt;using&lt;/i&gt;. I'm very proud to say that with this collage, I used 52 different stamps - 40 of which had never been used :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't create the squares in any particular order, but it was important to me that each square be its own little thing - a microcosm, I guess. I tried to keep each square as monochromatic as possible. I also wanted there to be variety in the overall work - I tried not to put the same embellishment types on adjacent squares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are close-ups of all the squares, and a list of any HeroArts stamps used (and maybe some other info that I think might be of interest). I've numbered the squares 1-25, going from left to right and top to bottom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iRjeL5UXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-zwSIiaovc4/s400/twinchie21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270987143762290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;1) This is just a textured piece of paper from a big bag of scraps I bought. I highlighted different parts of the pattern with markers and stickles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;2) Patterned scrapbook paper, with some pearls (BasicGrey) and ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;3) Regular cardstock, dry embossed with a Fiskars texture plate, sprayed with perfect pearls and then 2 little star embellishments glued on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) The unicorn stamp is from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/nikoart"&gt;Nikoart&lt;/a&gt; on etsy.com (she has many lovely stamps!). The frame is a stamp I fell in love with four years ago while shopping at a Michaels store during a road trip and bought full price, but just never seemed to be able to find a use for (until now!). Both images are embossed with "psychedelic" embossing powder, which is very sparkly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Pig stamp is from School Animals (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=LP120&amp;amp;subCat=C05"&gt;LP120&lt;/a&gt;). The square stickers are from a dollar store and have been languishing at the bottom of my embellishment drawer for seven years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Sentiment is a Studio G stamp, the flower stamp was a dollar store find, and I covered the flower heads with sequins and put a gem in the center of each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iRj469GsI/AAAAAAAAADE/YcZz6PpXqN8/s400/twinchie23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270994320464578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;11) All stamps are Studio G. The envelopes are coloured with a very light purple colour because after I stamped them and cut them out, I realized that the cardstock I'd chosen was the wrong shade of pink! The sentiment is stamped on a piece of foam left over from my craft time as a child (as are all foam pieces in this collage) - we're talking about an embellishment I've been holding on to for close to 20 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;12) Ribbon from my very large stash of scraps. Flower is coloured with Prismacolor pencils, the stamp is by The Artful Stamper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;13) Sentiment is Studio G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;16) Two different flower stamps used, both by BasicGrey. On foam piece: flower outlined with purple Spica marker, dots are Elmer's 3D glue, purple gem in the center of the flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;17) Dots and flowers (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=S5213&amp;amp;subCat=E02"&gt;S5213&lt;/a&gt;) - quite easily my favourite design block! Stamped with versamark, clear embossed, dots highlighted with stickles and 3D glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;18) Background is Flourish Trio (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=H5261&amp;amp;subCat=E04"&gt;H5261&lt;/a&gt;) - quickly becoming a go-to stamp for me! Butterfly sequins are from the dollar store, pearls are BasicGrey. Sentiment is from Oceans of Joy (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL372&amp;amp;subCat=B03"&gt;CL372&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iRB-XtRQI/AAAAAAAAACs/C9x7kbrI3rM/s400/twinchie25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270411667686658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 128px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;21) Owl is from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/nikoart"&gt;Nikoart&lt;/a&gt;. Vines are from the LL199 set, leaves are highlighted with a Spica marker for a bit of sparkle. Sentiment is from Birds and Branches set (&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/nikoart"&gt;LP134&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;22) I LOVE this design block (Poinsettia and Birds, S5068) :) Pearls are BasicGrey. Image is coloured with Prismacolor pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;23) Both stamps are from the Happy Everything set (CL066). Coloured with Prismacolor pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iRjs0BDWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C1dmGcWUluo/s400/twinchie22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270991070137698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;4) Fiskars corner punch, stickles, dollar store butterfly sequin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;5) Bird is BasicGrey, coloured with Prismacolor pencils. HeroArts stamps: CL218, CL110. The bird's wing is an earring that lost its post ages ago... It was so pretty that I couldn't bear to part with it and knew that one day I would find some use for it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;9) I think the flower was once a barrette adornment... I found it on the ground 18 years ago, thought it was pretty, picked it up and cleaned it off, and have been waiting for a reason to use it ever since. Flower stem is BasicGrey. Flower pot origin is unknown. Sentiment is from All Occasion Messages (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL272&amp;amp;subCat=C01"&gt;CL272&lt;/a&gt;). And, of course, the lovely Clouds design block (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=S5215&amp;amp;subCat=D05"&gt;S5215&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;10) For the ribbon, I tried to do the scrunchy ribbon trick I've seen on a few people's cards, but couldn't pull it off. So I cheated and used little bits of double-sided tape to get the effect I wanted ;) Stamps used: &lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=LP120&amp;amp;subCat=C05"&gt;LP120&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL396&amp;amp;subCat=C05"&gt;CL396&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL155&amp;amp;subCat=B03"&gt;CL155&lt;/a&gt;, CL218.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iRkeLMvNI/AAAAAAAAADM/_7K5JAKAMYo/s400/twinchie24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456271004320709842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;14) Sentiment is Studio G. Stars are from various HeroArts sets (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL155&amp;amp;subCat=B03"&gt;CL155&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL318&amp;amp;subCat=B04"&gt;CL318&lt;/a&gt;, CL110). Foam star was coloured with a Spica marker. Gems are from a HeroArts Sparkle Clear set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;15) Dollar store sequins, sentiment is Studio G, Raindrop Background design block (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=S5101&amp;amp;subCat=E03"&gt;S5101&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;19) Heart stamp is Studio G, sentiment and banana are &lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL396&amp;amp;subCat=C05"&gt;CL396&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;20) Sentiments are BasicGrey and Studio G, Flower stem is BasicGrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iRBeHKDxI/AAAAAAAAACk/XX3RU5HQa0Q/s400/twinchie26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270403008335634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 201px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;24) Chick with balloon is Stampendous!, with orange flocking for his feathers. The balloon is coloured with a Spica marker and then coated with a layer of Glossy Accents. Sentiment is from Thinking of You Messages (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL140&amp;amp;subCat=C05"&gt;CL140&lt;/a&gt;). Flowers and leaf are from All Occasion Messages (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL272&amp;amp;subCat=C01"&gt;CL272&lt;/a&gt;), and the ground is from the A Muse &lt;a href="http://www.amuseartstamps.com/CartGenie/prod-1669.htm"&gt;Essential Ovals&lt;/a&gt; set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;25) Background is the Flourish Trio (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=H5261&amp;amp;subCat=E04"&gt;H5261&lt;/a&gt;), sentiment and mini flourish are from All Occasion Messages (&lt;a href="http://heroarts.com/products/productInfo.cfm?ItemNo=CL272&amp;amp;subCat=C01"&gt;CL272&lt;/a&gt;). The hearts are  made out of Fimo and the little heart punch in the bottom corner is a Fiskars punch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here is a picture of my little masterpiece's place of honour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iK3Rm0I3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BnseGXR0T6A/s1600/twinchie8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iK3Rm0I3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BnseGXR0T6A/s320/twinchie8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456263630782997362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get to see it every time I go into my craft room (on the right)... and it makes me smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...Thanks for looking! Hope you're also inspired to make your own rainbow twinchie collage :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-3874566939183173414?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/3874566939183173414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=3874566939183173414' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/3874566939183173414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/3874566939183173414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2010/04/rainbow-twinchie-collage.html' title='Rainbow Twinchie collage'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37MSuo3pm7c/S7iMhmwhRfI/AAAAAAAAACc/JGyhSxM52Qc/s72-c/twinchie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-6001306200847647108</id><published>2009-01-01T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:12:08.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year. The beginning time of the year. When everyone seems to take stock of their lives. Or maybe that's not popular anymore - the whole "new year's resolution" thing... I gave it up for a while. What was the point? Making grand plans for a fresh start, a big change... only to fall off the wagon a few days or weeks later and wallow in guilt for a while, as the cliché goes... There's an episode of Will &amp;amp; Grace, when Grace vows to change - to be someone she's not so that some guy will like her. Will, grumpily, claims over and over: no one ever changes. After the usual misadventures caused by Grace trying to prove him wrong, she finally concedes: no one ever changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;change, but rarely as a result of hastily made new year's resolutions. It's got to be a gradual thing. You have to take baby steps. For the past 2 or 3 years, I haven't bothered with resolutions. And I suppose you could say I didn't bother this year either. But I *did* make some goals. Some realistic and attainable goals. And after I set those goals, I detailed some actions that would help me to reach those goals. And I wrote them down. And I plan on looking at them throughout the year. The trick is to keep it realistic. Start with the outrageous 10-year goal, and then work backwards. Anyone who looked at my goals for this year would probably think "that's not so hard" - but that's the point. All of my goals are just out of my reach, but if I keep reaching, the changes will get easier and hopefully become natural, eventually. Like pilates - you keep working on those positions and eventually you can reach your toes without wanting to scream in agony ...at least, that's what I've heard ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's got to be gradual. People don't change overnight. Well, not usually. And now I'm just rambling and probably being quite boring... but what I'm trying to say is that if the new year has you mesmerized and making grand plans to change all your bad habits just take a step back and reassess. I wish you luck on your path to self-improvement. The secret, I've discovered, is baby steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-6001306200847647108?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/6001306200847647108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=6001306200847647108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/6001306200847647108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/6001306200847647108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-3046850852705650494</id><published>2008-12-17T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:30:54.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>LED Christmas lights rant</title><content type='html'>I would like to rant for a few minutes against the evil plague more commonly known as “LED Christmas lights”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time of joy. A time of happiness. A time of plenty. A time of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is NOT a time of scrimping and saving. It is NOT a time of eating healthy and staying true to your diet. It is NOT a time of environmental friendliness. (Ok, for some people it is, but don’t argue with me right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why, may I ask, were LED Christmas lights invented? Are they brighter than regular lights? No. Are they cheerier than regular lights? No. Do they have more festive colours than regular lights? No. In no way do LED "Christmas" lights enhance the experience of joy and cheer that regular Christmas lights were created to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like someone asking for shortbread and being handed instead a saltine cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ride along in the bus, with my re-usable lunch bag and tupperware containers in hand (note the references to my environmentally-conscious behaviour), I am saddened by all the houses glumly strung with LED lights. My eyes strain to see their light - they give off a sort of anti-light. They’re certainly not bright or cheerful. They don’t illuminate anything within 1/4 of an inch from their bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were these abominations created?!? If you just answered, “to be environmentally friendly,” imagine me giving you a death glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not about being environmentally friendly. It’s not. Everyone in the world is (or pretends to be) environmentally friendly these days. Everyone pretends to be health-conscious, too. And we pretend to be fiscally responsible. Great. Wonderful - save the world with your reformed ways. But leave Christmas alone. It’s bad enough we’ve got people ragging on the fact that Christmas stuff is available as of November 1st. Sure, it’s a bit early. But in every other time of life, being ahead of the game is considered a good thing. If it bothers you that much, stop spending so much time at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it’s LED anti-Christmas non-lights. Next thing you know, it will be shortbread made with margarine and splenda and egg nog made with whites only and skim milk. Then gifts will be sitting under the tree wrapped not in colourful paper, but in articles of clothing stolen from the laundry hamper. And after that, gifts won’t be given at all. Everyone will just present you with something they stole from your room and tell you that you don’t deserve gifts because you already have too much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to ruin a holiday, ruin Halloween. I don’t see LED *halloween* lights. I don’t see sugar-free, fat-free candy being given out to trick-or-treaters. I don’t see people re-using the same costume over and over to save on wasted fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the Christmas spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Save Christmas cheer!&lt;br /&gt;Don't use LED anti-Christmas non-lights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-3046850852705650494?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/3046850852705650494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=3046850852705650494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/3046850852705650494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/3046850852705650494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2008/12/led-christmas-lights-rant.html' title='LED Christmas lights rant'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-7717955710970887343</id><published>2008-12-11T14:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:25:25.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Drivers are dummies</title><content type='html'>Oops... I meant "Driving for dummies"&lt;br /&gt;It's common knowledge that everyone thinks that they are the only good driver on the road. It's common knowledge that road rage is a serious problem in many places. I saw a book in Coles the other day called "Why we drive the way we do" or something like that - it looked interesting but I didn't have time to read a bit about it. But it got me thinking: it's about time someone discussed in detail the way people drive. It's crazy. I know I'm repeating myself, but here's the truth: everyone has something to say about the way other people drive. Is everyone right? Are we all bad drivers? Are we all unaware of our own driving habits? For several weeks, I have thought to myself every time I got into a car (either as a passenger or as the driver) "Man, I need to write a blog post about how to drive properly" and so now I am. I'm not talking about Young Drivers stuff, I'm talking about real life on the road stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request #1) I'm not psychic. USE YOUR TURN SIGNAL. Please :) Why should you use your turn signal? Why does it even matter? Well, I won't get frustrated with you for turning right if I know in advance that you are turning right. I will probably get frustrated with you when you slow down suddenly and for no apparent reason and then turn right (or worse, slow down suddenly for no apparent reason and then AS you are turning, flick your turn signal on for 0.04 seconds). In my opinion, turn signals should blink at least 3 times before you turn, but not more than 15 times. If you pass 4 streets while your turn signal is on, I won't believe you anymore. It's like the children's story: "The Driver Who Cried "Turn" ". This request applies turning and also to lane changing. When you lane change, your turn signal may or may not turn off automatically after you have successfully completed your lane change. Once you are in the desired lane, you should turn your turn signal off. Otherwise, how do I know whether you're trying to change lanes or just being too lazy to give a flick to the turn signal arm? This leads to request #2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request #2) If you're going, go! If you signal that you would like to turn or change lanes, and the way seems to be clear and I've given a sign that I'm letting you in or I've left some space for you, then GO! Don't make me regret the decision to let you in. "Hesitant" and "safe" are not synonyms on the road. "Safe" means you evaluate your risk and don't drive recklessly and take all reasonable precautions. "Hesitant" means you put your blinker on and I let you go but rather than taking that chance, you just sit there for a few seconds to make sure it's really ok. But since you've hesitated, I may figure that you don't want to turn / change lanes or that you've changed your mind, so I'll rescind my offer. If you're an unsafe driver, you will choose this precise moment to go, even though it is no longer safe to do so. Be aware of your surroundings - don't turn your blinker on and then do something else. If you're trying to change lanes, that's where your focus should be. I've lost track of how many times people have signaled that they want to get into my lane, but I won't give them an inch because I can't make eye contact with them or signal to them that I'm letting them in. I'm not going to spend 20 seconds trying to get your attention so that I can be nice and let you in. Why not? Because that's a message to you that it's ok to be inattentive, and it's also inconsiderate of the driver behind me. That leads me to request #3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request #3) Remember that there are people behind you. When you stop suddenly, when you don't put your turn signal on, when you let people into the lane who aren't paying attention and who you have to wait for - you are affecting other people besides yourself. Maybe this point will be lost on many people. Maybe that's why drivers are so terrible. So many people are only interested in themselves. Well, that's not the way it should be, so stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request #4) Pay attention. This seems like a foolish request, but it's necessary. Especially at red lights. I know, I know - waiting at red lights is boring. But they don't stay red forever. Flashing greens come after red lights and they don't last very long at all. Every second of a flashing green is precious. On more than one occassion, I have missed a flashing green because someone wasn't paying attention. We're not talking 40 seconds of wasted time, we're talking 5 seconds of wasted time. Well, 5 seconds of time that the other driver wasted. More like 2 minutes of wasted time for me, waiting at that darn red light. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request #5) DON'T BLOCK THE INTERSECTION! This should really be request #very important, not request #5. This request ties in with request #3 (be aware that there are other people on the road) and my request that you be aware of your surroundings. If you are approaching an intersection, and your light is green, that doesn't mean you can go through. If you aren't assured of getting all the way through the intersection, don't even enter it. If traffic is backed up on the other side of the intersection, don't go. Wait, green or no green. I mean, most people say "hey, it's green, I'm getting out of here" and they just go. Or maybe you figured the intersection would clear and the traffic on the other side would get moving before the light turned red and you were suddenly in the way of the people who now have a green light. But sometimes it doesn't work out how you think. If you can't clear the intersection, then stop at the stop line, as if you had a red. If things clear up and you still have a green, go for it! But if not, please please please, don't.&lt;br /&gt;Funny / unbelievable story: I was a pedestrian, waiting at the corner of an intersection to cross the road. Traffic was a bit heavy and was backed up to the crosswalk. This lady came through the intersection and had to stop in front of the crosswalk (while in the intersection) because of the traffic. Her light turned red while she was in the intersection. She was now holding up cars going the other way who were trying to go through their green light. Traffic in front of her cleared up, but rather than go through and clear the intersection for the other drivers, she waved to me to cross the street!!! I was a mixture of incredulous, indignant, and embarassed! I waved furiously at her to get the frig out of the intersection and hid my face from the other drivers, embarassed to be associated with this crazy intersection-blocking, pedestrian-friendly driver. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have time for at the moment, I'm sure other requests will come to me later, but to summarize:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Use your turn signal&lt;br /&gt;2 - If you're going, go!&lt;br /&gt;3 - Remember that there are people on the road&lt;br /&gt;4 - Pay attention to your surroundings&lt;br /&gt;5 - Don't block the intersection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I wish you all happy and safe driving :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-7717955710970887343?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/7717955710970887343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=7717955710970887343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/7717955710970887343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/7717955710970887343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2008/12/drivers-are-dummies.html' title='Drivers are dummies'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-4202664886755265592</id><published>2008-04-15T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:24:59.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La pénurie</title><content type='html'>"Pénurie" is the French word for "shortage". I find that throughout my life, there has always been a shortage of bookcases. It seems that no matter how many I have (well, I've only ever had one, if that) I always need or want another. When I watch movies where there are bookcases, or built-ins, or home libraries... I feel such a longing. Because bookcases aren't just for books. They're also for binders, decorative things, pretty storage boxes... they're incredibly functional, which I find very attractive. I wonder if it is possible to have enough bookcases. I'm not saying that i have so much crap I'll never be able to store it all, I'm just saying that they're so beautiful, could you ever get enough of them? At this point in my life, I don't think I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-4202664886755265592?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/4202664886755265592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=4202664886755265592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/4202664886755265592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/4202664886755265592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-pnurie.html' title='La pénurie'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-8861907765895935667</id><published>2007-12-07T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:55:18.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The evolution of interior decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;As I go about my daily activities, I find that I notice and admire other people's houses and apartments. My place is nice, but I find myself wanting someplace a bit bigger so that I can have a real bed with a pretty bedspread and two bedside tables with lamps and alarm clocks and books to read before going to sleep. Maybe even a journal with a nice pen. And a front hall so I can have a little table with a runner and a vase of flowers. And a dining room that I can paint and wallpaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Right now, we have a lot of Ikea furniture. That's not a bad thing, but I notice it's a very young thing. And the more I see of other people's houses, the more I wonder: how do people learn how to decorate their houses? You can almost tell a person's age just by looking at their house. Do we just naturally evolve as we gain life experience? When you're very young, you put posters all over your bedroom wall. Then you get your own place and you buy very basic furniture. I know tons of people my age with Ikea houses - every room fully furnished by Ikea (well, those of us who are lucky enough to live near an Ikea) and then I know many people older than me with no Ikea furniture whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Since I haven't reached that point yet, I ask you: at what point do you make the transition from particle board furniture you assemble yourself to solid wood and varnish? Maybe it's just something you grow into (or out of), like craving fruit as a snack (or no longer wanting chocolate bars for supper). It's just something that occurred to me and has piqued my interest. I'm looking forward to owning real furniture and a real house and having different colored rooms and pictures on the walls. I guess growing up can be fun :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-8861907765895935667?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/8861907765895935667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=8861907765895935667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/8861907765895935667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/8861907765895935667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/12/evolution-of-interior-decorating.html' title='The evolution of interior decorating'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-7341367696418839932</id><published>2007-11-18T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:13:32.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Don't change</title><content type='html'>When I was young (grade 7-grade 12), the number one piece of advice people gave me was: "don't change". I have many memories of this… when one of my friends was moving away, she wrote down for me her new contact information, and underneath it she wrote "you're so sweet, don't ever change". My grade 7 Tech Ed teacher (I will never forget this) called me up to his desk on day while everyone else was working and told me not to change. He said that when I grew up people would get mad and be rude and mean, but that I shouldn't change for them or because of them. At the time, I was completely confused by what he was saying. I kind of still am, but I think I understand him a bit more. Over the years I have encountered difficult people and been tempted to be a nasty person just because so many people these days are, and they tend to get what they want, too. But the voices of the dozens of people who have told me not to change have been in the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think about that advice, I question it: how can they tell me not to change? Change is inevitable, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when you're growing up. I am a very different person now than when I was 13. Goodness, I'm a very different person now than when I was 19, or even 21! I'd like to think that I am still a kind person, but that doesn't mean I haven't changed. I'm a more efficient worker, I'm more organized, more confident, more willing to stick up for myself, more decisive, more independent, less concerned about what other people think about me, less naïve, less willing to put up with other people's crap and bullying, less inclined to accept unfair treatment… in general, I am a much stronger person, but I wouldn't say I'm ruthless. Sometimes I wonder if I would be even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; different now if I hadn't had so many voices inside my head telling me not to change. Would I have become completely selfish, caring only for myself? Would I have become a mean person in reaction to all the mean people I've encountered?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about it a lot. Most of the people who told me not to change are no longer in my life (I wouldn't even know how to track them down) but I still feel like I owe them an explanation… I wonder what they really meant when they said that. I wonder if they feel I have followed their advice or not (not that I would revert to my old self if they didn't approve). They probably have no idea how profoundly their little comments affected me. I often wish I could meet them again and show them what I've become.&lt;br /&gt;"Change is inevitable. Growth is optional."&lt;br /&gt;No one can dispute the fact that I have changed a lot over the past 10 years, but I've always endeavored to keep the best parts of my personality. I'm happy with how I've grown as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-7341367696418839932?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/7341367696418839932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=7341367696418839932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/7341367696418839932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/7341367696418839932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-change.html' title='Don&apos;t change'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-741605374735679996</id><published>2007-11-01T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:53:56.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelation'/><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>I've been working for the past little while on a scrapbook to document the fun times my sister and I had while she was visiting me in Montreal this summer. I bought a $1 scrapbook -the kind you used to use in grade 2 - and just started writing down my memories. Being into card-making as I am, I see all kinds of gorgeous scrapbook pages all the time. But that's not the kind of scrapbook I'm trying to create. I just wanted something pretty and fun to remember all the things we did while she was visiting. I made sketches for each page, and some neat drawings… but it's nothing too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wasn't sure how to begin or how to arrange the pages or what kind of "look" I wanted… but then I decided to just jump into it. I'm not being super particular or trying to get everything just right or starting over if I make mistakes - which is actually a big step for me. I'm not being careless, but there are still mistakes. And I'm ok with that, which makes me proud of myself. I used to be so concerned with making sure everything I did was perfect - schoolwork, social relations, you name it. Talk about stress! My grades were great because of it, but I always felt mildly panicked when I was in social situations (did I say the right thing? Did I laugh at the appropriate volume and for an appropriate length of time? Was my comment properly timed? Was my facial expression appropriate? …The pressure I put on myself was suffocating!).&lt;br /&gt;This scrapbook adventure has really opened my eyes to the many disadvantages of worrying too much. I haven't been worried about the outcome, I've just been enjoying the process: remembering all the happy times, using my imagination to make it look good, enjoying getting to play with all my craft tools (or "toys", as I like to call them)… It occurred to me a few days ago that I don't often feel this way about card-making because I'm usually so concerned about making sure the card looks just right. Sometimes I think about it, and I fear it's gotten to the point where I put so much pressure on myself to make amazing cards every time that I never take time to just enjoy the paper and markers and glue and ribbon and other wonderful "toys" that I've got at my disposal. I'm often so worried that the outcome won't be perfect that I don't even start, isn't that sad? Well, this scrapbook has changed that. Perfection is no longer the goal - enjoyment is. If I make something beautiful in the process, so much the better.&lt;br /&gt;My new advice to myself: don't let fear of making a few little mistakes along the way keep you from trying or even beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-741605374735679996?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/741605374735679996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=741605374735679996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/741605374735679996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/741605374735679996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-940026206381814600</id><published>2007-10-11T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:03:49.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Lucky or Deserving?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the staff room last week, eating my lunch and observing my surroundings. I was listening with interest while my colleagues chatted about all sorts of different things. Even though I don't contribute a whole lot to the discussions, I still feel like I'm very much a part of the conversation. And as I sat with my lunch and my friends, I felt myself choke up a bit: I am so thankful for where I am this year. I enjoy my job, I enjoy the people around me... sometimes I'm so happy about it all that I get a bit overwhelmed. I don't try to constantly make comparisons between this year and last, but this year is such a different experience for me that it's hard *not* to compare. Over and over I remind myself how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say it has nothing to do with luck. They might say that I worked hard and that I deserve to be in a better situation this year. But I'm not sure I agree. You see, that sort of thinking can go very wrong very fast. What if I work hard this year but end up at another very difficult school next year? Will I deserve that? I understand that attributing good things to luck takes away a certain sense of power over your life, but the simple fact is that there are many things in life we don't have power over. This year, I consider myself lucky. If my situation is not as good next year, I'll remember the good times I had this year, and hope that my next posting is better. The danger in feeling like you deserve good things is that sometimes you don't get good things. In those cases, do you chide yourself and say that you should have worked harder in order to deserve (and therefore get) good things? Or do you get mad at the world because you didn't get something you felt you deserved? Of course we should always try to make the best of every situation, and put our best effort into whatever we do. I can't help but think, though, that effort is not the only thing determining success. When things go right, I like to remember that at least some part of it was thanks to luck. Next time around, it may not work out... but what if that's a good thing? Good for humility, good for a reminder that we're just human, good for a basis of comparison (can you truly be happy if you've never known sadness?). All too often, we don't know what we've got till it's gone. I am lucky in this respect: I know and deeply appreciate what I've got, because I didn't have it last year.&lt;br /&gt;That's my thanksgiving reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-940026206381814600?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/940026206381814600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=940026206381814600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/940026206381814600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/940026206381814600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/10/lucky-or-deserving.html' title='Lucky or Deserving?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-6683701895822993871</id><published>2007-07-07T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:25:05.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Oliver Jones Live In Concert</title><content type='html'>One word to describe my experience this evening: WOW. Tonight, Phil and I saw Oliver Jones (jazz pianist) live in concert, thanks to Phil's dad. From beginning to end, the performance was flawless, breathtaking, exciting, thrilling, awe-inspiring, entertaining, skillful... and so much more. There was not a single moment where I was anything less than enthralled by the playing. I didn't know all the songs he played, but I knew most of them.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Jones was playing with a bassist and a drummer - both of whom were wonderful musicians. The bassist had an instrument that looked like a regular wooden double bass, but with both sides chopped off. It also had a sort of vase sticking out from where the soundboard would be - for his bow. All through the evening he alternated between plucking and bowing the strings. It was wonderful. The drummer was young (Jones made a joke about it) but unbelievable! In some ways, he stole the show. His playing was, to my ear, flawless. I was especially impressed with his skill with the brushes. So much energy in his playing, and his timing was dead on with everything that Jones did.&lt;br /&gt;And then the pianist himself. Before he came on, there was an opening group that had won some award from the festival. I wasn't very impressed with them and after their first (and only) song, Phil leaned over and whispered "boring" in my ear and I wholeheartedly agreed! Then the bassist and drummer for Oliver Jones came out and started playing... and after a few seconds, Oliver Jones himself walked out on stage to huge applause. Then the concert really began and was impressive from the very first note. I know I'm sensationalizing this right now, but I really did enjoy it that much! They played fast songs, they played ballads, they each had solos, they all  played together, they played a song with some 20th century idioms, they played a Caribbean influenced song. It was just all so good. Like a massage for my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Then Oliver Jones announced he had a special treat for the audience, and a lady (don't remember her name) came out on stage... AND THEY SHARED THE PIANO! They played Autumn Leaves - one of my favorite jazz tunes. First of all, they took turns. He then she then he then she. Then the bass and drums came in and he comped and she improvised (very well). After a verse or two, she got up and switched seats with him: she comped and he improvised! Then they went back and forth: she improvised half a verse, he finished the verse... to someone who couldn't see what was going on at the piano, I'm not sure you could tell there were two separate people playing. They didn't have drastically different styles, and they complemented each other so well. No one tried to outdo the other. It was so much fun to watch and listen to!&lt;br /&gt;The whole concert... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And then I got home and stood on my porch to watch the last little bit of the fireworks competition - also quite fabulous :)&lt;br /&gt;Two fantastic nights in a row... what a nice change from grumpy incompetence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-6683701895822993871?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/6683701895822993871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=6683701895822993871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/6683701895822993871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/6683701895822993871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/07/oliver-jones-live-in-concert.html' title='Oliver Jones Live In Concert'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-3118866254739530212</id><published>2007-07-06T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:16:17.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>One year ago today, Phil and I got married. Then I moved to Montreal away from all my family and friends and started a job. This year has been full of frustration and disappointment, but none of that has been caused by my relationship with my husband. In fact, I'm sure that without him, I would not have been able to deal with everything life threw at me this year.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went out to dinner to celebrate this special occasion. We went for supper at the Hilton and it was a flawless evening. We're still in shock. After a year of struggling with the incompetence of other people, it was amazing to have an evening where nothing went wrong, there were no misunderstandings, and we didn't have to deal with any rude people.&lt;br /&gt;We started off by leaving the house almost an hour before our reservations. I wanted to enjoy the lounge or public area that all hotels have - especially nice ones. We ran into traffic, but it didn't matter because we knew we had loads of time to get to the hotel. After parking, we sat in the bar area and a waiter came up and took our drink order. The waiter was extremely polite, and when the drinks came, he served them with incredible flair. It was our own little show - we loved it! We calmly sipped our drinks while listening to some live jazz, care of the Montreal Jazz Festival. A little after 6pm, we sauntered into the restaurant - the only guests there. We were seated at the nicest table in the place: right next to the window, looking out onto the terrace with the garden and decorative pool. The terrace was closed because of impending rain, so there were no people to block our view of the beautiful garden. Both of our waiters were incredibly polite, respectful, calm, helpful... We knew we were in for a good evening.&lt;br /&gt;After the most delicious bread I have ever had (it was sliced super thin and I think it had been coated with a garlic oil and then lightly baked), our appetizers came. The presentation was, again, amazing. And they tasted great. Phil and I both had the pheasant as our main course and I thought I was in heaven. The pheasant had a sort of soy sauce, but it wasn't the only attraction. There was also a shrimp and asparagus portion, in a cream sauce. I may have enjoyed that even more than the pheasant! The shrimp and asparagus together in the cream sauce was the perfect taste combination. There were also mini squash and a white fibrous vegetable I couldn't identify - also fabulous. To accompany our dinner we had an exquisite Bordeaux. It was a very fine wine! I savored every single morsel of that meal.&lt;br /&gt;For dessert, I had chocolate mousse with raspberry sauce - and two strawberries (juiciest ever) and some raspberries on the side. Phil had a strawberry and  cream cheese dessert, with a Brazilian coffee. This was no ordinary coffee - it was also presented beautifully. The waiter came up with a cart and a burner. He sugared the glass, poured in some cognac and set it on fire, then used it to caramelize the sugar on the rim of the glass. More burning, then the coffee was added, and then what I believe was clotted cream. It was another exciting show, and it smelled amazing. As we were eating our dessert, the maitre'd brought a little tray of chocolates and shortbreads to our table. We were too full to enjoy them fully, but they were deluxe. After the cheque was paid, our main waiter asked us if we were celebrating anything special and then had a nice little conversation with us.&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous service, impressive showmanship, polite and pleasant people, delightful company... It was the perfect evening. Phil and I felt like royalty. What a wonderful first anniversary - I will remember this forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-3118866254739530212?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/3118866254739530212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=3118866254739530212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/3118866254739530212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/3118866254739530212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-4345174890439942265</id><published>2007-07-04T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:37:28.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>The Prime Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Originally posted April 6, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;.      when exactly is the 'prime of life'? is it when you're in high school? is it  early 20s? late 30s? this question haunts me sometimes. how will i know when i'm  in the prime of life? what if i've already passed it? how long does it last? is  it for one year? does it last a decade? what does it feel like? i wonder about  this. i'm 23 years old. i've graduated university, gotten married, i have a job,  i have a car, i have a condo, i buy groceries. is this the prime of life? i wake  up most mornings with a feeling of dread and come home from work most days  completely exhausted and frustrated. is this the prime of life? i'm supposed to  be young and full of vigor - i've just come out of university so i should be  brimming with ideas and passion. but i'm not. i count down every single minute  until i get to go home, and then i spend the afternoon and evening waiting for  the time when i can go to sleep to forget about how scared i am about work and  how to deal with difficult students and is the toilet leaking or is it  condensation and is the car locked and are the dishes done and is the car safe  and what am i going to teach tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;     according to answers.com, the prime of life  is "the time of maturity when power and vigor are greatest"... which seems like  a good definition. i'm just unsure of how you calculate that. i think it's  pretty safe to say that this is not my prime. actually, by that definition, i  probably won't hit my prime for at least another 5 or 6 years - maybe even 10. i  think i can live with that... at least it takes some pressure off of me for  now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;     *phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-4345174890439942265?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/4345174890439942265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=4345174890439942265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/4345174890439942265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/4345174890439942265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/07/prime-of-life.html' title='The Prime Of Life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-5090980156796330944</id><published>2007-07-04T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:36:59.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelation'/><title type='text'>The Value Of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Originally posted June 1, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;      since joinging up on facebook, i've gotten to reconnect with so many old  friends. but i'm constantly bombarded with happy memories. that may seem like a  good thing, but it joften ust reminds me that all i have are memories - i have  no friends here. i'm not making memories, except with phil . i always have to  add that part, but really your husband can't be the only human contact you have.  it's not enough. i'm talking to friends and reliving memories from many  different previous lives - all of them with very strong, very happy memories.  and i sit here remembering those times, wishing i could relive them, and  wondering if i will ever be happy like that again, if i'll ever have friends  again. if i'll ever make people laugh again. if i'll ever make people  spontaneously hug me with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;i'm expieriencing acute sorrow. and i  think i'm almost ready to gather myself together and start my new life. i don't  feel bad that it took me this long to sort everything out. all the changes i  went through... it was too much information to absorb at once. now things have  kind of settled and i have a better idea of my goals - as opposed to my one  single goal for the first few months of life in montreal: don't  die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;     connecting with old friends on facebook  just confirms the nagging doubt i had all through my school years where good  marks were most important to me: friendship is important. spending time with  people is important. that's something that sometimes struck me about movies and  tv shows: people in these shows have work to do... but you never see them  studying or working on the show. no, of course not. you see them hanging out  with their friends and spending time with people. and in the back of my mind i  knew that this was a sign that relationships are what lasts, what matters.  looking back on my life, i don't remember how many times i got a good mark on my  test. i don't remember what my marks from high school or even university were -  i remember the parties i went to. i remember the nights spent with my friends.  and part of me sighs, because i put so much energy into marks. my job this year  has shown me just how little those marks are worth in real life. this year has  given me a great deal of frustration and fear, but it has also given me a chance  to do some real soul searching. i've spent a lot of time reflecting on what is  important to me, where i have been and where i want to go. my experience with  facebook has really shown me that friendships and memories last forever. and,  for the first time in a very long time, i'm feeling the desire to do what it  takes to become a good friend. a really good friend. not just the sort of friend  who will do anything for you the moment you ask - i want to become the sort of  friend who hangs out with you and can sense when you need something. the kind of  friend who is really involved in your life. i wasn't this kind of friend with  any of my friends in newfoundland. i guess after moving around so much my whole  life i was just scared to get involved because i knew i'd just have to move away  again. i was more focused on the pain of leaving and missing them than on all  the fabulous memories i could make with them. i was also incredibly insecure in  high school, and (at least socially speaking) for most of university as well. i  held all my friends at arm's length - loved them dearly, but hung back because i  was so scared of rejection. i guess i spent so much time studying because it was  easy, formulaic: work hard, get a good mark, feel good about yourself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;     ...now that i've had a chance to reflect on  who i am and what i like and what my personality is and all that sort of stuff,  i'm not as scared of social situations as i used to be. i think i'm ready to  invest in my friendships now and not worry so much about whether i say the right  thing or react the right way. it all works out... and i want very much to have  lots more happy memories to look back on, instead of having love affairs with  term papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;     i'm growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-5090980156796330944?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/5090980156796330944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=5090980156796330944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/5090980156796330944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/5090980156796330944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/07/value-of-friendship.html' title='The Value Of Friendship'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-910533250377404164</id><published>2007-07-04T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:18:17.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>A Mother's Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Originally posted June 18, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;     when i was really young and had to use the washroom in a public place, mom  showed me how to put toilet paper on the seats so that you don't get other  people's bum germs. then i got a bit older but mom would still remind me to put  toilet paper on the seat. in the beginning, i hated it. i was pretty much a  tomboy as a kid and i hated that girls always took longer to pee than guys -  when our family went on road trips, dad and adam ALWAYS finished first. i used  to see how fast i could get out of the washroom, but they were always done  before me. i thought putting toilet paper down was dumb. it wasted precious  time, and besides - who cared if you got other people's bum germs? in my little  child mind, i reasoned that it wasn't really germ-free to begin with (i had  recently learned the phrase "so clean you could eat off of it" (usually  referring to floors) and this always went through my head as i grumbled about  putting the toilet paper on the seat: it's not like i was going to eat off of it  so why did other people's germs matter?) ah how things change when you get  older. ignorance really is bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;     despite all my grumbling, i would still  dutifully put toilet paper on the seat whenever i was in a public washroom. then  i grew up and got married and moved away from home. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i was out  shopping with phil the other day and had to use one of the washrooms in the  mall. i was putting toilet paper on the seat (to avoid other people's bum germs)  when it hit me: no one was telling me to, but it's something i learned and had  come to believe very strongly in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;when you're in a public washroom, put toilet  paper on the seat before you use it. that's the legacy my mom passed to me, and  if i ever have a daughter, i will pass it on to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-910533250377404164?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/910533250377404164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=910533250377404164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/910533250377404164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/910533250377404164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/07/mothers-legacy.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Legacy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-1160259022545670097</id><published>2007-07-04T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:50:04.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelation'/><title type='text'>The Middle Of Your Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Originally posted June 4th, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this analogy has been made before, but it's helped me so i don't care  if it's cliché. i'm talking about being in the middle of your movie. legally  blonde is one of my all-time favorite movies. elle woods is the main character.  from the very first time i saw the movie, i was inspired by her spunk and  determination. i wished i could be like her. i was mesmerized by her  confidence... but every now and then i think about what it would be like for the  movie to be real - for it to last a year and a half instead of an hour and a  half. we see her preparing for the LSATs for 10 minutes, but what would it be  like to experience it for 5 weeks? we see elle struggling with mean classmates  and teachers who pick on her for about 20 minutes - what would it be like to  experience that for 4 months? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     i  wonder the same thing whenever i see a movie where the character undergoes a big  change - legally blonde, the devil wears prada, dangerous minds, mr. holland's  opus... they struggle for a while, then something happens for them and they make  a big change in their attitude or their approach and all of a sudden things fall  into place for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      for elle woods, the big change comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;after warner  turns her down again at the party where she dressed up like a bunny b/c the mean  girls told her it was a costume party - after that, she gets the kick-ass  vanessa carlton track, buys a computer, studies her butt off and starts to gain  respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;     in the devil wears prada, this moment comes  after meryl streep has changed her mind on the spur of the moment and dismisses  her and she goes down to complain to stanley tucci in the photography room.  she's bummed and ready to give up and then decides to go into it wholeheartedly.  she completely changes her hair, makeup, wardrobe... and continues to do so.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;     when we see it in movies, we don't really  think about all the work it takes to succeed. we don't really see the hours of  studying and reading, we don't see the hours of makeup and hair and eyelash  curling and the blisters on feet from walking in fancy shoes. we just see the  new levels of respect garnered by these efforts. we see elle answering questions  correctly in class. we see meryl streep dump her coat and purse on emily's desk  instead... and we feel so good for these characters!! we rejoice in their  victories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;     but it took months of heartache to get  there. and it takes hours of work and sacrifice to stay there. that's the  reality of it. in my life, (thinking of elle woods as a role model) i wanted to  be respected and admired. and for months and months, i was harassed and very  much DISrespected! and it bothered me so badly. but then i realized: i'm in the  middle of my movie. and that's all i can do about it. i know the time is coming  when i'll get my kick-ass music, but it's not for a little while yet. and that's  ok. in order to get to the part of the movie i want, i need to be patient, and i  need to work my butt off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-1160259022545670097?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/1160259022545670097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=1160259022545670097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/1160259022545670097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/1160259022545670097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/07/middle-of-your-movie.html' title='The Middle Of Your Movie'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126526309943395297.post-4698397711829582464</id><published>2007-07-01T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:43:23.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Inquiring Minds Want To Know</title><content type='html'>That's something my dad always used to say after he would ask a question. It's always stuck with me. Thanks to my dad, I've developed an inquiring mind. Sometimes I just ponder things, and thanks to the internet, I can now post those ponderings . I've had a blog with msn for a few months now, but I'm just not fond of the layout so I'll be re-posting some of my blog entries on this site. It will mess up the archives, but I'm probably the only one who will be bothered by that ;)&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to see too much information about my life and daily activities here. I sincerely doubt that you want to know how many forks and knives I washed after dinner, or be informed that there are only 198 teaching days left in the year, so I'll keep that kind of information to myself. I will be sharing my musings, like I mentioned earlier. Feel free to comment at any time.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5126526309943395297-4698397711829582464?l=inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/feeds/4698397711829582464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5126526309943395297&amp;postID=4698397711829582464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/4698397711829582464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126526309943395297/posts/default/4698397711829582464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquiringmindswanttoknow-steph.blogspot.com/2007/07/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html' title='Inquiring Minds Want To Know'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13618188763817745118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
