tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65140786151230583172024-02-19T06:15:02.926-05:00Pumpkin HeadA little bit about life, sewing, thrifting and life.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-60577438842580039942010-10-27T08:59:00.002-04:002010-10-27T09:10:26.898-04:00Who wouldn't want this?I know it has been ages since I have posted on here. Bad, bad Jessica. And to top it off this isn't even a real post but a lame attempt to win a $100 gift card to the Gap.<br /><a href="http://megduerksen.typepad.com/whatevergiveaways/2010/10/denim.html">megduerksen.typepad.com</a><br /><br />Check it out!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-22043142610176256642010-05-12T10:00:00.004-04:002010-05-12T10:02:44.875-04:00Enjoyment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lPJHPYUh-r3PykTCBOTBpAKuoyoJSmPKWF2_mlNZbqDTKr8dNJGjiMCWofPXvrrkm_8Dvlo7bYyuUjaNlFhLm8eXrSaivD-ij42D2Kp5156QgQnFEqFTOi6ZOpIuu7csg4v1H2wib6pP/s1600/IMG_4170.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lPJHPYUh-r3PykTCBOTBpAKuoyoJSmPKWF2_mlNZbqDTKr8dNJGjiMCWofPXvrrkm_8Dvlo7bYyuUjaNlFhLm8eXrSaivD-ij42D2Kp5156QgQnFEqFTOi6ZOpIuu7csg4v1H2wib6pP/s320/IMG_4170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470383519799042002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thoroughly enjoying my time off now that I am done & graduated!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBl2CqOf1iLvlOC88H6U1-Ra6jVgf5oVsI4DV4ysfG2KwZz0LWOFt0DG7unSpEQJuN1176XyRNDiizL9Zwc3EWhV1GXP061SVQDJpVWkN5FtUAGavGX9r9pOtJ9rM-xKifTTPXwdWjKHQ/s1600/IMG_4165-1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBl2CqOf1iLvlOC88H6U1-Ra6jVgf5oVsI4DV4ysfG2KwZz0LWOFt0DG7unSpEQJuN1176XyRNDiizL9Zwc3EWhV1GXP061SVQDJpVWkN5FtUAGavGX9r9pOtJ9rM-xKifTTPXwdWjKHQ/s320/IMG_4165-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470383344844548514" border="0" /></a>Playing in the rain with Kate is time well spent!<br /></div>Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-68227370728760762592010-03-28T14:56:00.003-04:002010-03-28T15:03:42.738-04:0030 Days! Easy!Well folks I made it! 30 days without sugar! I lost 5 pounds & some waistage. I wish that I had taken measurements before so I could know for sure how many inches I lost but I did manage to go down a jean size! I like the way I feel without sugar in my body. It just feels better.<br /><br />Friday was Duane's birthday and since Saturday was my 30th day he said we could wait till Sunday to celebrate with his annual<a href="http://www.ritters.com/index.html"> Ritter's Frozen Custard</a> Turtle Pie. I had a piece today and I feel like crap. All bloated and blaah. I had already decided to stick with the no sugar but this just solidifies it for me. I'm sure from time to time I'll have a cookie or two but for the most part sugar is no longer a part of my diet. I just need to make this a permanent change for my own health.<br /><br />Oh, by the way. Only 5 more weeks of school! I graduate May 1st! I am so ready to be done!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-82378903631057274032010-02-27T11:14:00.003-05:002010-02-27T11:25:14.102-05:00Sugar is the devil!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4SRUfydkWpy1PdfrDdVTZcARa0YzJnGA0062oEJBSl9Fasu51RkX0pewMOcsh7twG1WYkSP8gsoZNycuaKOkOxbOebrBoxOMBIsRtjUGwAY1wiOx0LcUHXih7DKGkyvR7Ez4M6hmBjP3/s1600-h/sugar_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4SRUfydkWpy1PdfrDdVTZcARa0YzJnGA0062oEJBSl9Fasu51RkX0pewMOcsh7twG1WYkSP8gsoZNycuaKOkOxbOebrBoxOMBIsRtjUGwAY1wiOx0LcUHXih7DKGkyvR7Ez4M6hmBjP3/s320/sugar_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442959975960487858" border="0" /></a><br />I have had a long love affair with sugar. It has been going on for years & I have finally had enough. I am tired of the control it has over me. I have decided to go without sugar for 30 days. I'm on day two.<br /><br />I figured 30 days isn't all that long. But it means no cookies, except maybe<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kashi-Cookies-Oatmeal-Chocolate-8-5-Ounce/dp/B001HTJ0M2"> these</a>, cake (which I'm not a big fan of anyway), candy (same, not a big fan) and ice cream. No more Grogg lattes from <a href="http://www.bostonstoker.com/">Boston Stoker</a>. I'll just have to settle for <a href="http://www.bostonstoker.com/store/index.php?l=product_detail&p=17">Highlander grogg</a>. <br /><br />I'm feeling pretty confidant right now. We'll see where I'm at in a couple of days. I feel sorry for my family who will have to live with me through withdrawal. I do have my cousin's wedding reception coming up in a couple of weeks. I have decided that I will allow myself one thing if I want it. I'll keep you posted on how I am doing! Wish me luck!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-6930785776306435082010-02-22T10:01:00.002-05:002010-02-22T10:21:36.057-05:00SenioritisI have it BAD! I am so ready to be done. Only 10 more weeks & one of those is spring break. I keep telling myself I can do anything for 10 weeks. But I don't feel like I can. I have no desire to do homework anymore. I feel scatterbrained & I am forgetting things that I wouldn't usually forget. I am so wrapped up in finishing my internship that I have time for little else.<br /><br />I told myself that I wouldn't get stressed out about trying to finish two semesters of internship in one. But I am. I want to be done SO badly that I can't stand the thought of not trying hard enough and putting in enough time to finish on time. At the same time I have no desire to do so. Does that make sense?<br /><br />At this point I am only there for the sole purpose of getting enough hours to finish on time. Trouble is part of those hours must be with clients and right now I am getting very few client hours. The weather has something to do with it. That & I can't control when people will and will not show up for their appointments. At least half the time they don't show. I'm scared that that is what will keep me from finishing. Something I have no control over. I'm slightly okay with having to continue my internship into next semester for a week or two if I need the client hours but I am not okay with much more than that.<br /><br />Sorry, I don't mean to sound so negative. But I just needed to vent. I just needed to put the words to paper and hopefully give my brain some relief. At least until the next time I start ruminating about it and can't stop. Ha ha! I sound like one of my clients!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-78316277076379364962010-02-21T22:46:00.002-05:002010-02-21T22:52:35.312-05:00BummedSo our big decision was regarding a house. It had exactly what we needed & the location was pretty good too. Still in our neighborhood but on a better street. The thing was we were going to have to give our house back to the bank in order to move. We weren't thrilled about that but the house was a foreclosure with very little to no work that needed to be done to it and we would have to act fast. So we made an offer and waited. And waited, and waited. We finally got a call Friday that our offer was not accepted. Bummer. Apparently there were several offers. But on the bright side we don't have to deal with the stress of giving back the house. The bad side is we must continue to live squashed into our tiny house with the prospect of it taking MONTHS to sell our house. I know God has something better in store for us but now I have to be patient! Augh!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-80036037968257777302010-02-05T21:10:00.002-05:002010-02-05T21:15:01.071-05:00Decisions Decisions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5K-ntSvXqdP8QgmkjyoNvsev-I8Kdg1kdrj2V3HIo6wk9Fmz8hHO3HCtITc0SvuvrkoajpocfHWCcHyCFpRQYbVLHQM42lm4sxSsycwaSdT1m4z61DMte3UYcR4HUWWMhHX5bDupvRz_/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5K-ntSvXqdP8QgmkjyoNvsev-I8Kdg1kdrj2V3HIo6wk9Fmz8hHO3HCtITc0SvuvrkoajpocfHWCcHyCFpRQYbVLHQM42lm4sxSsycwaSdT1m4z61DMte3UYcR4HUWWMhHX5bDupvRz_/s320/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434948211617786210" border="0" /></a><br />Aagh! We have a HUGE decision to make over the next day or two. Somewhat life changing. Praying about obviously. But there is so much uncertainty. I'll update when we have an answer. In the mean time any prayers would be greatly appreciated.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-6454237648044425122010-01-30T13:10:00.003-05:002010-01-30T13:20:55.102-05:00R.I.P. Goldspeed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S0Ogtwpmgvr1S8lmLzBnpu16c53u6ZOVBk4DWtCF81I5iiL1FNjfiqy9CkOW3Om-xsAiXjEi-7vuIIfX8OhEqZbLGvn9H_kRpJVIAO_Lzc0lDIUDyZkUoFVwUhyphenhyphen0b2I3Jgjc6OBOPzMg/s1600-h/img_337.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S0Ogtwpmgvr1S8lmLzBnpu16c53u6ZOVBk4DWtCF81I5iiL1FNjfiqy9CkOW3Om-xsAiXjEi-7vuIIfX8OhEqZbLGvn9H_kRpJVIAO_Lzc0lDIUDyZkUoFVwUhyphenhyphen0b2I3Jgjc6OBOPzMg/s320/img_337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432599538130404162" border="0" /></a><br />Goldspeed committed suicide today. I should have seen it coming. He has attempted suicide before. Only to be foiled by Elijah's timely entrance into the room where he found him floundering on top of the dresser. This time there was no hope. He made sure it worked. He jumped behind the dresser where he could not be seen. And in fact it took us several minutes to locate him because he was covered in so much dust he just looked like a fish shaped dust bunny (yeah, that's right. I don't clean behind our dressers very often).<br /><br />Oh, the tears. Who would have thought. I mean he had long outlived his brothers and sisters (all but one that is) who were all dead within a few weeks of arriving at our humble abode. Heads were buried into my shoulder with large alligator tears soaking my shirt. With requests of buying a new fish interrupted by loud sobs.<br /><br />Services were held promptly in the bathroom and officiated by me.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-20681440256504761052010-01-30T11:46:00.005-05:002010-01-30T11:58:52.650-05:00Changes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSET6_ADsHxFoVWCQLIPm0wjTcHR4huk3sd3uF6y1gHBY3R-AzUt818_8Fujubvq_ydEXlWk7Uk2IzO5hJdWL24PPOAin8Y0bJRSnagU9_9mpg0me-_hUPUpIPgMkRmhOEGFM-FgzdWmMv/s1600-h/turqmugs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSET6_ADsHxFoVWCQLIPm0wjTcHR4huk3sd3uF6y1gHBY3R-AzUt818_8Fujubvq_ydEXlWk7Uk2IzO5hJdWL24PPOAin8Y0bJRSnagU9_9mpg0me-_hUPUpIPgMkRmhOEGFM-FgzdWmMv/s320/turqmugs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432578405083020578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Over the last few years I have changed.<br /><br />Alot.<br /><br />Mostly for the good :)<br /><br />One thing I have been wanting to change for a while is my store name. I have grown out of the Pumpkin Head phase and no longer have the desire to sew the baby items I was selling in my PHBC store. So this week I made the decision to close the store. Whew! What a load off of my mind. I know it sounds insignificant but I put alot of time and effort into that store, well at one point in time I did anyway. But it had been months since I had added anything new, all my listings had expired and I did not want to renew them.<br /><br />About a year and a half ago I opened another store Pumpkin Head etc, with the intent of selling handmade things for everyone else. Then last January I discovered how much more fun (and easier) it can be to sell vintage. Vintage doesn't really fit with the Pumpkin Head name. But I didn't want to open up another store & at the time I was unable to change the name of the store I had. Well, (this is exciting) I recently found out that at some point this year you will be able to change your user name on Etsy! Hooray! Just what I needed. Now I get to change my store name & I don't have to restart my store!<br /><br />This is basically just a heads up. Over the next couple of months I will be gradually changing things, including my blog, over to my new store name Glenna & Joy. An homage to my grandmothers. The new store will be vintage and handmade. Perfect.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-75435764207718110162009-12-29T08:31:00.003-05:002009-12-29T08:39:01.731-05:00Birthday Boy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMfVpwBR-_cQih1w8ZvLEXHCpueQjucDCl6p2qC5ZnAhtbkF3UbYhY8MK3uVX_-ngpeKHlRR-HZmsdw28UCVfPNc6kbmflzptVbN29187vWhUwQPxXUGrt0uN6EReS2mP_vO7Orj1CgRcN/s1600-h/Project37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMfVpwBR-_cQih1w8ZvLEXHCpueQjucDCl6p2qC5ZnAhtbkF3UbYhY8MK3uVX_-ngpeKHlRR-HZmsdw28UCVfPNc6kbmflzptVbN29187vWhUwQPxXUGrt0uN6EReS2mP_vO7Orj1CgRcN/s320/Project37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420652044537030114" border="0" /></a>It has been eight years since God blessed us with Seth. Eight interesting years. Full of laughter and tears, questions and answers. I love that he is smart in some ways and not in others. I love that he is unique, so very unique. I hope that, even though being unique will bring along some pain, he will always be himself. As he sits here on the floor, with his knees pulled up into his chest, surrounded by legos, I am watching that brain of his work and I am loving it!<br /><br />Happy Birthday Seth!<br />I love you!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-46468936726357612492009-12-25T11:20:00.003-05:002009-12-25T11:24:22.659-05:00Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday Jesus!I hope everyone is having a fantastic Christmas. More importantly I hope you are remembering what Christmas is truly about. God sending the the gift of his son Jesus!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzlvkRTm6QyXusvgdjs6S0OEDCm5f9lG6WnL3Ijebj90OoCV1NU8nn_cSEpUykfA87c8b-8Rv32RVGliVTMgioqDfalwRCw98GpmI3wiOVR1ifMlSfxieyvc4TTNIiNeeSYsfLRykqm3N/s1600-h/Project25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzlvkRTm6QyXusvgdjs6S0OEDCm5f9lG6WnL3Ijebj90OoCV1NU8nn_cSEpUykfA87c8b-8Rv32RVGliVTMgioqDfalwRCw98GpmI3wiOVR1ifMlSfxieyvc4TTNIiNeeSYsfLRykqm3N/s320/Project25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419210195039962034" border="0" /></a>Old Man's Cave, Hocking Co, Oh.<br /></div>Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-28368301080262915872009-12-23T10:28:00.002-05:002009-12-23T10:33:27.270-05:00Ready!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg248oJKyN6_qTIbzpfcKNEZvHjzCPC5XdW2Yx8L7IFbI0RmCnD2qdK5DI13Ovha1jH7nTdxTAOd_XlnhIsYAHCUDdvqBGjdwxhSbB9HSJ_G3YiWCwcuQLyoNvh-5ZO_yujEP4r2adgQKZq/s1600-h/Project10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg248oJKyN6_qTIbzpfcKNEZvHjzCPC5XdW2Yx8L7IFbI0RmCnD2qdK5DI13Ovha1jH7nTdxTAOd_XlnhIsYAHCUDdvqBGjdwxhSbB9HSJ_G3YiWCwcuQLyoNvh-5ZO_yujEP4r2adgQKZq/s320/Project10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418454956152251794" border="0" /></a><br />The tree is trimmed, the presents wrapped & under the tree, the children wriggling with anticipation. Yep. We are ready!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-27626742255853884832009-11-29T15:06:00.002-05:002009-11-29T15:10:29.450-05:00Thanksgiving Baking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AfCm5fVNHuQHICfqm8r3is0GU0eikuas9gk8yYyeQt2ApkTfXihADiLKfJGqMliKUm69t1sEob1FsG3utCPrcXzK5zNhRq7Rg1lWVKMRKB5YxnuEsDx0AKRc8MrGEgPi8EV940EA_Fff/s1600/Project23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AfCm5fVNHuQHICfqm8r3is0GU0eikuas9gk8yYyeQt2ApkTfXihADiLKfJGqMliKUm69t1sEob1FsG3utCPrcXzK5zNhRq7Rg1lWVKMRKB5YxnuEsDx0AKRc8MrGEgPi8EV940EA_Fff/s320/Project23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409620435195309394" border="0" /></a><br />Since we couldn't be at Grandma's house this year for Thanksgiving I used one of my bowls inherited from her to mix up my famous pumpkin pie. It's a vintage Texasware bowl. It's huge and I love it! As for my pie. I love that too. It's delicious. Adding extra eggs and extra spices is the key.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-5219511940232089242009-11-26T10:31:00.003-05:002009-11-26T10:44:14.880-05:00Bittersweet ThanksgivingI had a chance to run this morning. I like to run on Thanksgiving. Mostly because it is one of the few chances I get to run at my favorite running spot. But today was different. There were no cows mooing in the distance, no plowed cornfields to my right, no river running next to me, no train tracks to cross. Today there was just pavement. It was hard. Today is the first Thanksgiving of a new tradition. One that is bittersweet. You see we have gone to my Grandma's house every year for Thanksgiving for as long as I can remember. But not this year. It will never be the same.<br /><br />The other day I was reading <a href="http://mabelshouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-good.html">this</a> post from <a href="http://mabelshouse.blogspot.com/">Mabel's House</a> and I sobbed. I could recall the digression from beautiful fluid handwriting to scratchy scrawl in my own Grandma. I see it in my Grandpa too. And my heart just aches from the loss.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gbVpE5lB2VKgwrzdvR13SWeThZdW7R-bgEqr3ztxjPqs9NsipJt0QgvEuiE093eF20MBRl5amNqJAVp9f36Z61VxLi-ICOAKMv7OwN0ysTaohMHMOISH1Btqs4tDgKlDf2P-8RVaxt_a/s1600/Project106+60s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gbVpE5lB2VKgwrzdvR13SWeThZdW7R-bgEqr3ztxjPqs9NsipJt0QgvEuiE093eF20MBRl5amNqJAVp9f36Z61VxLi-ICOAKMv7OwN0ysTaohMHMOISH1Btqs4tDgKlDf2P-8RVaxt_a/s320/Project106+60s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408438480035523538" border="0" /></a><br />I will leave you with happy memories of time spent at my Grandma's house. Good news is my parents are buying it as their second home. So more memories will be made there, sadly they will not include my Grandma, at least not in the physical form. But she will always be there in spirit.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-47549751316499378132009-11-05T10:05:00.002-05:002009-11-05T10:07:11.637-05:00Did You Know?I know it's past Halloween but I came across this video today & just had to share it!<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dQP2mh9RYY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dQP2mh9RYY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-91636784003107836332009-10-31T09:07:00.001-04:002009-10-31T09:09:34.950-04:00Trick or Treat...<span style="font-style: italic;">Smell my feet<br />Give me something good to eat</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMMAu0l8KEKZmwB-NrujhZmLLkIYeGQFrp7xFyozoO-CWL7ZxfxjTBK01Miv7CwMtiHzWAqACVItOPa2zqCMIscX7tgJs8CTf28lbrB-x8WWt77LTS75uHMNnl7Qd4mwlr8F00bDo7KxD/s1600-h/Project49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMMAu0l8KEKZmwB-NrujhZmLLkIYeGQFrp7xFyozoO-CWL7ZxfxjTBK01Miv7CwMtiHzWAqACVItOPa2zqCMIscX7tgJs8CTf28lbrB-x8WWt77LTS75uHMNnl7Qd4mwlr8F00bDo7KxD/s320/Project49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398750469398319874" border="0" /></a>Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-59795642723077301002009-10-19T12:29:00.005-04:002009-10-19T12:31:24.569-04:00BOO!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPX1yHmiFrTjUk69psVVSl1YO2OBQSiA0XaPdgWu94oSvo7miXZmhIbb_oINJfXETa0BtZjTds2-XTiuYuuA-dzBBvG8qgpG2P9dq99QrJ_qB0W4m34IFmRV50bH0epnNBqF6-ZB-Ycbbf/s1600-h/Project47.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPX1yHmiFrTjUk69psVVSl1YO2OBQSiA0XaPdgWu94oSvo7miXZmhIbb_oINJfXETa0BtZjTds2-XTiuYuuA-dzBBvG8qgpG2P9dq99QrJ_qB0W4m34IFmRV50bH0epnNBqF6-ZB-Ycbbf/s320/Project47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394349195063738802" border="0" /></a>My first Halloween vignette. Which turned out okay if I do say so myself. And thanks so some thrifting and good sales didn't cost all that much either!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-88671336789288092102009-10-17T11:28:00.001-04:002009-10-17T11:29:38.901-04:00Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8O7xNuwpHxR76h4hqnsCLlsPMfc2-v4_gwWfRi4XsPUBOaXhqmDNNIJIYJPs9aTmR8GzrzPPjF4j5QyMvwnW9B69UNsXo_5u1MVWPF3IuPYCVW6QItQiZSuBGt4dSVc5SV5xOMbNd4iW/s1600-h/4011553848_1823b4feef.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8O7xNuwpHxR76h4hqnsCLlsPMfc2-v4_gwWfRi4XsPUBOaXhqmDNNIJIYJPs9aTmR8GzrzPPjF4j5QyMvwnW9B69UNsXo_5u1MVWPF3IuPYCVW6QItQiZSuBGt4dSVc5SV5xOMbNd4iW/s320/4011553848_1823b4feef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591291002097922" border="0" /></a><br />This is just amazing! I cannot even begin to fathom what went into this dress. I wish I had half of her talent! And to think that she is giving this away! The pics alone are worth clicking on this link.<br /><br /><a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html">Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!</a>Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-57020987020653797482009-10-12T11:40:00.007-04:002009-10-12T12:03:54.630-04:0013 Years of Good Friends, Good Food, Good Thrifting!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCJRcP3gcJ9cbMEbmzHkNzsVgm4kwjkV8dL1bmZ8kgkq-cA1fHgYZcyh44ybXVM166vFHukolEXlAGdoOvmaz4GTkgy7kgeZevXfjcJyk83yyqvk8LxGajgk7SC9WgMuOp50oFkCTWkKR/s1600-h/Project35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCJRcP3gcJ9cbMEbmzHkNzsVgm4kwjkV8dL1bmZ8kgkq-cA1fHgYZcyh44ybXVM166vFHukolEXlAGdoOvmaz4GTkgy7kgeZevXfjcJyk83yyqvk8LxGajgk7SC9WgMuOp50oFkCTWkKR/s320/Project35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391743341784776482" border="0" /></a>Sunday was our anniversary, our 13th. To celebrate Duane planned a surprise trip to Pennsylvania to visit some good friends. I was somewhat suspicious but he held fast & would not tell me a thing. I was super frustrated to say the least. The trip was quick but was so fun. We ate lots of yummy food including this sandwich we had for our anniversary dinner.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr4j0YKRWbbYR75Op5C_gRTM1VnEVLLCX3v14lMSrwyvKienQwW0dpTqjtFf4dVFh-ffx9Fx7DDARjNK4_CuT6mZs16v74hZM9TqdY1iAmt49QNNNszXMXt004ZRDKNh4apamar6wxKUtH/s1600-h/Project33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr4j0YKRWbbYR75Op5C_gRTM1VnEVLLCX3v14lMSrwyvKienQwW0dpTqjtFf4dVFh-ffx9Fx7DDARjNK4_CuT6mZs16v74hZM9TqdY1iAmt49QNNNszXMXt004ZRDKNh4apamar6wxKUtH/s320/Project33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391743130783894434" border="0" /></a>Besides our friends (and the good thrift/antique stores they have) it is probably the only good thing to come out of Pennsylvania. It's called a <a href="http://www.primantibrothers.com/">Pittsburgh Style sandwich</a> and it was delicious! We ate in this adorable little cafe' in downtown <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brookville,_Pennsylvania">Brookville, Pa</a>. called the Courthouse Cafe'. The service was a little cold but the atmosphere was great, so was the food. I couldn't help but take a few pics.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2CLyxw4-2Y0jfSszFeHXEd-QQwtl006gkBDVNoQSG2E2ZpXRTcFul9TTA9l7hpPzDubVX39h1p77nzcBOtKI0woikzifwMoOy440pl9C5gHXWfnmXLHoZr5TvU1PldhwDADFQA6PrVbl/s1600-h/Project38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2CLyxw4-2Y0jfSszFeHXEd-QQwtl006gkBDVNoQSG2E2ZpXRTcFul9TTA9l7hpPzDubVX39h1p77nzcBOtKI0woikzifwMoOy440pl9C5gHXWfnmXLHoZr5TvU1PldhwDADFQA6PrVbl/s320/Project38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742839598865682" border="0" /></a>I was especially in love with the chocolate brown tin ceiling!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUn_84d11SzwEVQxq3DeelQQwyWDB1IPtg2zwAGtu8Z67lKxJKVbZjr46BrTp1PyUWBjz9nE2xht4IvpMCVD5so81SlrFN5fYjiTaJViB94t8ZEcmmubQgnzxX_IKJ8NHCHxgaKALMMp3/s1600-h/Project12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUn_84d11SzwEVQxq3DeelQQwyWDB1IPtg2zwAGtu8Z67lKxJKVbZjr46BrTp1PyUWBjz9nE2xht4IvpMCVD5so81SlrFN5fYjiTaJViB94t8ZEcmmubQgnzxX_IKJ8NHCHxgaKALMMp3/s320/Project12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742570788554434" border="0" /></a>Duane even took me thrift store shopping! I picked up a couple of things while I was there. Here are my favs.The cake plate & cover came from this fabulous old house in Clarion called <a href="http://www.fulmerhousebooks.com/">The Fulmer House</a>. Three floors stuffed full of antiques & collectibles. And with a bargain basement what's not to love! I wished we could have stayed longer but it was great to get away. I can't wait to do it again!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-92038399349211121142009-10-03T11:43:00.003-04:002009-10-03T11:57:06.917-04:00Just Existing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHo_OXifGlT5f2OK7QqB55qoMaQT6DuOE5i4JX4CVlRdiLcWvuvqXE6h_HL_QuEc9VkqawbslOlOhq4a8iixkUFqQ3co-yIIYEIdTkBZXz306kgDTJgUQD03EHBhOl-H9UezAVLbosyL2k/s1600-h/DSCF1196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHo_OXifGlT5f2OK7QqB55qoMaQT6DuOE5i4JX4CVlRdiLcWvuvqXE6h_HL_QuEc9VkqawbslOlOhq4a8iixkUFqQ3co-yIIYEIdTkBZXz306kgDTJgUQD03EHBhOl-H9UezAVLbosyL2k/s320/DSCF1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388403271594132850" border="0" /></a><br />I have an itch. One that I can't scratch & it is driving me nuts. We have been in our house for almost 11 years. Over that time my tastes have changed and I am ready for a decorating change. Problem is we plan on moving within the next year or less and it seems silly to spend the money to redecorate when we have such a short time left here. So I exist, in my house. Living in it as if it were not really mine and it is somewhat depressing. Don't get me wrong. I love my house and I am very grateful for all of the blessings that it has provided us. It is just way too small for us (it only has 2 bedrooms) and is not in the best neighborHOOD (hood is bold because that is where I live, in the Hood!) Also because of where we live any money we put into it we would never see back in increased home value. We'll be lucky to get what we paid for it 11 years ago. I wait, wishing, dreaming, trying desperately to scratch the itch knowing full well I cannot.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-17788519593812960232009-09-29T13:49:00.002-04:002009-09-29T13:50:37.929-04:00If Only...Conversation with Kate today.<br /><br />Kate: "Mom, is sitting down exercising?"<br /><br />Me: "No"<br /><br />Kate: "How about sitting up?"<br /><br />Aah, if only it were that easy!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-79361704957285863002009-09-28T11:27:00.000-04:002009-09-28T11:27:02.991-04:00Indian Summer Shirt and Skirt GIVEAWAY!!!!<a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/09/indian-summer-shirt-and-skirt-giveaway.html">Indian Summer Shirt and Skirt GIVEAWAY!!!!</a><br />I love her creations! And as always Kate would look so cute in this! She also has a simple & cheap way to make maternity pants. Not that I need them. But you know some of you may so I am sharing the info!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-79458997401131761102009-09-06T17:10:00.005-04:002009-09-06T19:33:09.032-04:00Something NewShe didn't cry but boy was she mad! I told her it would hurt. I'm not sure if she didn't believe me or what. She just sat there after they were done with this angry look on her face. When they put the mirror in front of her she wouldn't even acknowledge that they were there. She didn't talk to me for a whole 5 minutes which for Kate is a long time. But as we were walking back to our car she said "It's fun that I got my ears pierced isn't it Mom?!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNkvMLzl-fVV1vHBvzx2SHU_BM8YHwd3AD0j9FbXinaNNzRYWqutpo7anTGkzfZrpvhraJjpHH-w_nf3uGhLb7pZbyjQlKZjg1AuClZyq42MDRBq890Xof_X3nc0op8OUFq4PV20FGo2p/s1600-h/Project20-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNkvMLzl-fVV1vHBvzx2SHU_BM8YHwd3AD0j9FbXinaNNzRYWqutpo7anTGkzfZrpvhraJjpHH-w_nf3uGhLb7pZbyjQlKZjg1AuClZyq42MDRBq890Xof_X3nc0op8OUFq4PV20FGo2p/s320/Project20-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378470349808113666" border="0" /></a>Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-23005986900029324292009-08-25T09:00:00.003-04:002009-08-25T09:10:46.595-04:00And Their Off!First day of school! I made it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgit5F5szZXpz6kyQHgIk80bmLrXDg-UYU1ZdU0Rk5RTGH7d_lqn04Ni-QAPUPccgqSJL3FOShca6zOMqUPfwzTknunAVQ7N1HXvexncu4pNRSOq1xtjiP1jWpod48lEUuekbZLxX9YIbge/s1600-h/Project119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgit5F5szZXpz6kyQHgIk80bmLrXDg-UYU1ZdU0Rk5RTGH7d_lqn04Ni-QAPUPccgqSJL3FOShca6zOMqUPfwzTknunAVQ7N1HXvexncu4pNRSOq1xtjiP1jWpod48lEUuekbZLxX9YIbge/s400/Project119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373888052116366642" border="0" /></a>I couldn't believe how smiley Seth was this morning. The last two years there have been tears about having his picture taken on the first day of school and I am lucky to get one good picture out of the lot. But this year he was all smiles. He doesn't care for school all that much and at first I wasn't sure what was bringing on the smiles. But I think I figured out why he was so happy. It's because he now gets to spend his days away from Kate. Yep, that's it. I am sure of it.Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514078615123058317.post-61364748352300563232009-08-23T19:43:00.003-04:002009-08-23T19:51:54.293-04:00Christmas on a BudgetI know. Christmas is 4 months away. But if you are like us you have to plan ahead & spread out the cost of all those gifts! This year, like last, I am trying to make as many gifts as possible & hopefully find some great thrift store gifts too. I've already finished my niece's gift! I fell in love with <a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Knitwear/Cardigans/WK535/Womens-Fun-Button-Cardigan.html">this sweater</a> & thought a whimsical version of it would be perfect for a tween. Shh, don't tell!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtQ0DOaSQpCGBoc23ETwLviBjsxNCEXcmcm6grZjga24nsuKuAQUPaXDLPovosuRCY8OnIPqbnUT9QNJaBwxVzj49QXKueua9Lc5WMulHedon7vUh6B3a3kdcXzM45lyMifBzDDQy-AG4/s1600-h/Project111.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtQ0DOaSQpCGBoc23ETwLviBjsxNCEXcmcm6grZjga24nsuKuAQUPaXDLPovosuRCY8OnIPqbnUT9QNJaBwxVzj49QXKueua9Lc5WMulHedon7vUh6B3a3kdcXzM45lyMifBzDDQy-AG4/s400/Project111.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373310806176963170" border="0" /></a>Wool J Crew Sweater - $2.00 at my thrift store's 50% off Memorial Day sale, felted & cut by me :)<br />Ribbon & buttons I already had on hand. Total cost $2.00!<br />P.S. It looks MUCH cuter in person! I can't wait to see it on her!Pumpkin Head Baby Cohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.com0