<?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-5824316</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:50:22.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perle Moon by American Jade</title><subtitle type='html'>Fully Caffeinated Since 1982</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109208784832935275</id><published>2004-08-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:44:08.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fully Caffeinated - My New Blogging Home  Well, I did it. I've got 'Fully Caffeinated' up and running, and I've moved most everything that I could to my new blog home. I'm leaving Perle Moon up due to the archives and the fact that I love it. I love the look, the feel, and the mood of this blog so much that I've mirrored it on Fully Caffeinated. Nothing much has changed, really, only the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109208784832935275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109208784832935275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109208784832935275' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109158252421810486</id><published>2004-08-03T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:22:04.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>David Has Been Found!!!  My son has been found safe and alive! I am exhausted, so I will update with details later. For now, I just want to thank everyone for their prayers and good wishes. If I could turn each word into an endless hug for each of you for all you have done, I would do so in a moment.Robert and I are going to be interviewed on national Fox News Live tomorrow morning. Since Fox</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109158252421810486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109158252421810486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109158252421810486' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109144865382302912</id><published>2004-08-02T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T05:12:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Son Is MissingI posted this earlier on the international cross stitch boards I frequent. I know people read this blog, so I am going to post it here as well.My son has been missing for 24 hours now. He got out through the back door, and as some of you know he likes to climb one of his play cars over the fence and play in the area behind our fence. We discovered he had been outside around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109144865382302912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109144865382302912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109144865382302912' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109124889412875604</id><published>2004-07-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:41:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I'm *Really* Annoyed!  I have no idea what I've done, but now I can't make new posts on the new blog! I've been toying around with it on Blogger, and although I've kept the same template (I told you I didn't really like change) for some reason I can't make any posts other than the one I've already made. I've fixed the image hosting problem, but the free ad is still there, and now I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109124889412875604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109124889412875604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109124889412875604' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109121694204115201</id><published>2004-07-30T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:42:17.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am Debating  And no, it's not in one of the threads of the doomed TW JPC forum, although I see that things are going hot and heavy. I roll my eyes in that general direction, because one of the reason's JPC is closing is that people just do not let *go*. Sometimes people feel like they have to have the last word, and when more than one person feels this way debate goes out the window and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109121694204115201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109121694204115201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121694204115201' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109110340075153120</id><published>2004-07-29T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:48:50.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L'Amore Doo Coffee  You know, I just realized that I have developed an insatiable love for coffee, a love so deep it's almost unnatural.I've always appreciated coffee. My enjoyment of it began in 1982, when I would sit on the floor with my Mom and play Rummy while guzzling huge quantities of General Foods International Coffee in Irish Creme or Cafe' Vienna. As I began to extensively travel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109110340075153120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109110340075153120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110340075153120' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109105809553638241</id><published>2004-07-28T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:50:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just When You Think Your Day Couldn't Get Any Worse...  ...you are met with Teacher Has Kids Tasting Flavored CondomsCan I just freakin' vomit here? "Education" my big fat foot. Not in a MILLION years, jack, not in a million years.Okay, I just have to do a dissertation on this. Before I begin, however, let me just state that I don't have a problem with your basic biological sex education </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109105809553638241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109105809553638241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109105809553638241' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109103018106452400</id><published>2004-07-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:51:00.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StressedAfter the past few days I've had, I can officially say I am stressed to the MAX. Details coming later. Right now I just need a good laugh.Here it isBoy, you really can find everything on the internet, can't you?Mah mood:stressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109103018106452400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109103018106452400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103018106452400' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109085322224823732</id><published>2004-07-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T07:47:47.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Deepest Condolences  Tomorrow I will post about the frivolity and fun regarding my vacation, but today I want to extend my deepest sympathy to Misty, who lost her mother suddenly this weekend to a stomach aneurysm.Misty, my prayers go out to you and your family. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109085322224823732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109085322224823732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085322224823732' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-109008077064825747</id><published>2004-07-17T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:21:05.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Big Four-Oh    It's my  husband's birthday and we are on vacation...see you guys Tuesday!:)   Mah mood: party time! (Diet Coke, please) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109008077064825747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/109008077064825747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109008077064825747' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108981256977693092</id><published>2004-07-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:22:23.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Preach It, Suz!  Okay, so that's why I've been so blank! Something has been niggling the back of my mind the past two days, and Suz has hit the nail on the head for me. Whew! I hate it when something is bothering me and I can't figure out exactly what it is. I'm glad other people can do it for me.This whole concept that the TWBB (yes, back to that subject again!) is closing as a community </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108981256977693092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108981256977693092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981256977693092' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108972990905601621</id><published>2004-07-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T10:54:36.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ummm...  Well. I am blank. I have absolutely nothing to say, and that in itself leaves me at a loss of words.Give me a topic. Seriously, anything you want. Thrill me, chill me, whatever. Surprise me.EDIT:Alright, folks, we have some players! Cool.Valerie asks: "What is the oldest item of clothing you own and why can you not bring yourself to part with it?"I have a quasi-sweater that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108972990905601621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108972990905601621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108972990905601621' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108968062658069562</id><published>2004-07-12T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T07:29:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changes on the Horizon  "Change, indeed, is painful, yet ever needful; and if memory have its force and worth, so also has hope." - Carlyle.When things change, we can either make the best of the situation or make the worst. It's those that choose to make the best are the ones who create newness and life; these are the ones who thrive.Of course, one would think I'm referring to a life or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108968062658069562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108968062658069562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108968062658069562' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108966085796522110</id><published>2004-07-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:42:20.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday Moonings and Other Useless Things Good morning, my freaky dahlings. I am doing much better today. I will a little later on about my weekend, but for now I just want to post meaningless things and exercise my brain with bonafide time-wasters. WARNING! If you are sorely lacking in a sense of humor DO NOT click on the link below! You have been warned! Well, I think THIS just about says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108966085796522110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108966085796522110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108966085796522110' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108939145241564028</id><published>2004-07-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T19:58:48.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Now For Something Political   I know, I know, I try not to talk politics. So sue me. I needed the laugh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108939145241564028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108939145241564028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108939145241564028' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108938304361426567</id><published>2004-07-09T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T07:43:32.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excuse Me, Can I Stop This Day And Get Off? This morning started crummy. Crummy is actually an understatement, but as a Christian it would be inappropriate to use the term I really want to use. It's bad enough that I'm even thinking it. I'm tired. I'm weary. My mind is so blurry this morning that I can't even think of an appropriate quote to start this entry.I feel...lost. Unappreciated. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108938304361426567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108938304361426567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108938304361426567' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108929093558318410</id><published>2004-07-08T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:40:43.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the Red Flags Continue You know, this poor girl needs someone full of good old fashioned common sense in her corner to give her a helping hand. Might as well be me.  According to this story (yes, you have to scroll past the lovebirds Paris and Nick, which is fodder itself for the Common-Sense Challenged), our girl has chose not to sign a prenuptial agreement because their "love is so pure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108929093558318410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108929093558318410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929093558318410' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108922924031849519</id><published>2004-07-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T16:53:16.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Words Mean Things  "Words are the counters of wise men, and the money of fools". - HobbesI just witnessed a thread where a poster from another stitching board is the sole topic of conversation. It is three pages going strong of nothing but how much this person is disliked and how everyone wishes her and her silliness should go away.I've heard about how catty the stitching industry can be, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108922924031849519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108922924031849519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108922924031849519' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108878679869807984</id><published>2004-07-02T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T09:57:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Artistic Stick-Men? Inconceivable!"Never judge a work of art by its defects". - Washington Allston  Through some friends, I have just discovered the joys of Yahoo! Instant Messanger. For the past two days, my husband and I have been glued to our computers, him at work and me at our inner sanctum. We have spent the hours sending each other sweet nothings and giggling at the responses.Until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108878679869807984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108878679869807984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878679869807984' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108871023646186326</id><published>2004-07-01T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T16:33:39.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brittney's Gettin' Married (Again)  "Wedlock's like wine, not properly judged of till the second glass." - Jerrold.It seems like celeberties of our pop culture have been doing an awful lot of drinking lately.Take Jennifer Lopez, for instance. I have no doubt in my mind that Elizabeth Taylor is her heartfound idol and she's doing all she can to emmulate the world's most famous Divorcee'. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108871023646186326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108871023646186326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108871023646186326' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108870236663306766</id><published>2004-07-01T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T10:31:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recording the Journey  "I would sooner call myself a journalist than an author, for a journalist is a journeyman." - Gilbert K. CherstertonI never really thought about it that way, but that sure makes sense.I've been thinking a lot this morning about the events of my past, and the journeys I have taken. My life has been extremely full, to the point that I wish I had taken better care to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108870236663306766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108870236663306766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870236663306766' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108860816332888931</id><published>2004-06-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T12:05:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Calm After the StormI'm back. Feeling better. Feeling stuffed with chicken fingers and fries, and making today my Free Food day instead of Saturday.Nice.I've been thinking about it all morning, and I just don't buy the old adage that people can't discuss abortion, politics, and relgion. People *can*, it's that so many of them *don't* discuss; snort, yell, and stamp their feet, yes, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108860816332888931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108860816332888931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108860816332888931' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108852212144380788</id><published>2004-06-29T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T08:41:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took A Color Quiz, and Survey Says...  You are the color pink.  As a beautiful and sweethuman, you are everybody's favorite person.Healthy and energetic, you're often seenspreading the happines.  As an unusuallycharming and sweet person, you're always readyto comfort people who are down.  You sympathizewith everyone, but not always yourself.  Asidefrom that, you are light-hearted and cheery.And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108852212144380788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108852212144380788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108852212144380788' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108829035345750920</id><published>2004-06-26T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T07:49:31.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 50 Mom and Dad  Today we had a party for my parent's 50th wedding anniversary. Words alone cannot express the love and adoration I have for these two people.Rudy and Ann, may God bless you with 50 more years of wonderful marriage. My prayer is that my own marriage can be even half of what yours has been.Unconscious Mutterings #1...  I've started playing today, so let's see what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108829035345750920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108829035345750920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108829035345750920' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108809735129516386</id><published>2004-06-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T10:02:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Archbishop Promotes New Bible TranslationWarning! Religion rant coming up! Those of weak constitution feel free to turn back! This is your last warning!My husband sent me this story, thinking I might find it interesting. Now, normally I don't discuss politics or religion here, because the truth is that people just lose their cool. Rational human beings turn into foaming-at-the-mouth tazmanian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108809735129516386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108809735129516386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809735129516386' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108803352392603274</id><published>2004-06-23T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:15:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Smoking  I've seen this cropping up on several blogs and, groupie that I am, I thought I would join in the fun:NOTE: zNo smoking around Prinncess. Thankyou for your co-operation.Username:From Go-Quiz.comROFLOL!! Ain't that the truth! Ah well, you know what they say: ex-smokers are the most militant!The Death of Perfumes and Heroes  I don't know what it is about me, but there are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108803352392603274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108803352392603274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108803352392603274' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108791297839022565</id><published>2004-06-22T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:14:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miriam and a Good Cup of Coffee  I want to apologize for being so snarky today. Usually I'm not, and I don't like feeling this way. Besides, there are so many others out there who do such a better job at snarkiness than I that I simply pale in comparison, and it's really not something I want to compete with nor aspire to.I am re-aligning myself with the smells of rich coffee and the sounds of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108791297839022565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108791297839022565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108791297839022565' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108782418636663950</id><published>2004-06-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T06:23:25.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Japanese Soft and Light I'm nuts about on line quizzes, and in my quest for some of interest I came across this particular one:&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;How Japanese are youInstant RamenYou're Japanese, but in a light and soft way. Your type are all over the world.Click Here to Take This YouThink.com Quiz!&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;If I'm Raman Noodles, then that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108782418636663950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108782418636663950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782418636663950' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108765668192306060</id><published>2004-06-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T14:27:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Neverland Syndrome  I'm very happy with the way my life has unfolded thus far. I've lived in three different countries, traveled extensively around the world, hob-nobbed with daughters from some of the richest families on the planet, went to an exclusive college and scored a BA in Liberal Arts, worked my way up in a fascinating job from lackey to manager to district area trainer in three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108765668192306060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108765668192306060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108765668192306060' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108758746487242523</id><published>2004-06-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T12:38:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Modern Medieval Girl  A few months back I told my husband I was having a fantasy about him. Needless to say, that got his attention."Fantasy? What kind of fantasy?""You are a knight who has just returned to your castle, victorious from battle. You have just stepped out of a hot shower, and you're all wet. You put on a long robe, and come to find me...""Wait a minute...did you say hot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108758746487242523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108758746487242523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108758746487242523' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108747713386511496</id><published>2004-06-17T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T12:51:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prin discovers Animation Shop Pro Looky at what I made:Gee, what do you think was on my mind this morning?Here's another one:Color me cool...Catering now to my total inner-girliness:Anyone who has been around me for five minutes knows what a dolphin nut I am, so I had to make these:Yep. I'm hooked.Mah mood:creative  &lt; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108747713386511496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108747713386511496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108747713386511496' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108739339380266769</id><published>2004-06-16T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:18:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Second Lineup for the Republican Ballot Okay, it's no secret I'm voting for Bush in the next election, but I'd like to propose a ticket that would snag my vote in a heartbeat:Condoleezza Rice for President with Ambra Nykol as her running Vice-President. Then, if Michael King would be appointed as Secretary of State, I would be in complete euphoria.I'm a newcomer to Ambra and Michael's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108739339380266769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108739339380266769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108739339380266769' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108732892451574513</id><published>2004-06-15T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:54:18.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Time Waster Thanks to Zoe, I have another little quiz to blow some time: SSexyTTrustworthyAAccurateCCheesyEExcellentYYoungName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.comHey, I'll take it! And that's "Young at heart", thankyouverymuch.Another one:AAmazingMMagicalEExquisiteRRevolutionaryIIdealCCuteAAwkwardNNeglected JJealousAAstonishingDDeliciousEExplosiveName / Username:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108732892451574513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108732892451574513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108732892451574513' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108730678433232029</id><published>2004-06-15T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:39:54.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Call Me Madame Blueberry  I'm really dragging this morning. Feeling a little blue. I need coffee. Lots of it. Hot. Loaded with Splenda. Mountains of fat-free creamer.  It's now 8:45am and my nearly-two-year-old daughter is standing next to me dressed only in a diaper and feasting on Fritos. So what if it's not a proper breakfast, she's happy and I'm tired. I'll have time to fill her with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108730678433232029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108730678433232029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730678433232029' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108722297555245616</id><published>2004-06-14T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:03:07.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Blessed America...  ...and now we have our hand in cursing it. I love my country, but I hate what's happening to it. It seems every shred of religiosity is being challenged in every corner, and once it's completely removed all hell is going to break lose.How I miss the times of openness. I dearly fear for this nation. Maybe we are not 'Under God' after all. Maybe we are under something far</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108722297555245616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108722297555245616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722297555245616' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108716935475897331</id><published>2004-06-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:27:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never Try This At Home An AJ entry:A few years back I got it in my head I was going to learn the Japanese Kana.I'm talking self-teach, here.Just me and my workbook, and a good strong pen.Yuh-huh.I had to stop before I hurt myself.I'm an artist, not a linguist. I can't even remember 5 years of solid, near-fluent French for cryin' out loud, how in the world did I ever think I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108716935475897331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108716935475897331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108716935475897331' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108707835033158177</id><published>2004-06-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:27:55.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>American Jade Comes Home  I have not been happy with my blog for a long time, and last night I finally realized why; it was missing a very important part of me, one that I tried for a very short time to contain in my journal, American Jade.I have tried in the past to keep this blog strictly about stitching, but I failed at it miserably. I have so many interests, so many passions, that I felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108707835033158177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108707835033158177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108707835033158177' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108690485696185007</id><published>2004-06-10T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:29:02.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer in Gee-ow-gee-aaah  Although the Summer Solstice is not until June 21, it is officially summer here in Georgia. The tell-tale stamp of summer has been seen and felt in every corner of the state, and there is no escaping it now.There are three things that tell the world when Summer has spread her green gown over this hazy land of Deep South, and they can be found in the forms of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108690485696185007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108690485696185007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108690485696185007' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108683776845225287</id><published>2004-06-09T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:29:36.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nuthin But A Caricature This is so cool...a portrait illustrator!Here at Portrait Illustration you can pretty much add what you want, from your hair style, eye color, mouth shape, even if you have wrinkles or not (let's say *not* in my case and be done with it). A stitcher posted this on one of the boards, and I've been playing in it ever sense.Here is me as we know me:and here is me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108683776845225287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108683776845225287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108683776845225287' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108674043546902779</id><published>2004-06-08T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T17:20:35.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Awesome Day With Payback I'm back from visiting my Mom. We went to my not-so-LNS and I bought stash! My little gridding enterprise is taking off quite nicely, and I'm able to make a few dollars I can put right back into this obsession-er-hobby. I purchased a fat half of Amsterdam Lugana (for Christmas Flourishes), a fat quarter of Silver Moon Permin Linen (for Deco Spirits), and a fat half of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108674043546902779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108674043546902779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108674043546902779' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108665520967224500</id><published>2004-06-07T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T17:50:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Super-freaky, Yow...Hello, my freaky darlings.Not a freak, you say? Honey, we're all freaks. How much or how little of a freak depends on who you talk to.Stitcher's Five, comin' up!1. Do you give away any of your finished stitching as gifts?Nearly everything I have finished have been gifts. Two of my biggest finishes, Autumn Queen and Once Upon A Time, were stitched for my mother and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108665520967224500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108665520967224500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108665520967224500' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108646157075932503</id><published>2004-06-05T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T10:32:34.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All the New Kids on the BlogsIt seems the TWBB Bloggers list is growing by leaps and bounds. I am, in a word, delighted. It's cool to be part of something from the ground level, to see it grow and thrive. I enjoy maintaining that page as well as the Needlework Bloggers page, and it satisfies the nosy part of me that needs to know where all the juiciest stitching blogs dwell.If only my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108646157075932503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108646157075932503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108646157075932503' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108636334658141462</id><published>2004-06-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T11:47:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Hobbit Incognito Hrm...if you look at the picture of Sam and the one of myself at the bottom of this entry, it seems I could be a hobbit. Granted, I don't have the pointed ears and furry feet, but the curly hair and a penchant for Second Breakfast fit me to a T.Well. No wonder I'm fat. I just wish my home looked like Bag End. The Goonies I finally saw The Goonies last night, after all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108636334658141462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108636334658141462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636334658141462' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108626864721456943</id><published>2004-06-03T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T10:50:11.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling Much BettahWhat a cup of coffee and a completed piece of gridded fabric can do.  Oh My GOODNESS!!!! I picked up my daughter's pillow this morning off the breakfast table and found a small roach perched on my shoulder. I never stripped so fast in my life.Needless to say that small roach is now buried six feet under in the trash. It is roach no more. Quiet Reflections  Grumpus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108626864721456943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108626864721456943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626864721456943' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108619884746489519</id><published>2004-06-02T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T10:54:07.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bored... ...bored......bored......ZZZZZ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108619884746489519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108619884746489519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108619884746489519' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108577911587463838</id><published>2004-05-28T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T14:18:35.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Gift For Claire aka Seahorse67  Gee, I wonder if he would let me giftwrap him and send him to her?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108577911587463838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108577911587463838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108577911587463838' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108489569181649859</id><published>2004-05-18T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T08:56:22.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the Mood for Dreams I took a little time last night and worked on a couple of templates. The first one came out so gorgeous it nearly took my breath away, but it just wasn't "it". This one, however, reflects my mood as of late much better.Welcome to the place of dreams, the time when the veil is uncovered and the stars glow in a darkening sky. God has touched me and I pray He touches you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108489569181649859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108489569181649859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108489569181649859' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108433192613465213</id><published>2004-05-11T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T20:18:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ain't Depressed No More  Looky what I did today.:)I call her The Sword-maiden. I've been experimenting with watercolors, and although it's not my normal medium I have to say I'm pretty pleased with the results. Of course, I had to throw some colored pencils in there for good measure.:) I had a gorgeous Celtic border that surrounded her, but I flubbed it tremendously and had to cut it out at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108433192613465213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108433192613465213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433192613465213' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108393753703835745</id><published>2004-05-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T06:56:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Whiney Zone  I am so depressed.I feel like I have the Curse of the Black Tongue; everything I have said of late has been taken so wrong wrong wrong.I hate to see people hurt, especially by my hand, and especially by misunderstandings. And, to make things even bleaker, two of my e-mail have gone unanswered, and I know that everyone is not as lame at not answering e-mails quickly as I am (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108393753703835745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108393753703835745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393753703835745' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108334829816568775</id><published>2004-04-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:08:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stitchers Five, Coming At Ya Live  After weeks of amazingly invigorating workouts (ha ha ha) with Leslie Sansone and my video machine, I am proud to announce I am 20 pounds lighter, albeit 20 muscles sorer. However, it feels good.Only 60 more pounds ta go, chickies! I hope I can survive. Egg whites and chicken are starting to wan real thin.I have been tinkering with ideas for my novel, and I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108334829816568775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108334829816568775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334829816568775' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108281382277577300</id><published>2004-04-24T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T06:41:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Whom It May Concern  Messrs and madams~For many months now my inbox has been flooded with a tidal wave of mail from many of you concerning the most curious of matters. I have not met any of you in the flesh, and I do not know any of you, and yet you seem to think you know me. How you came across my e-mail address causes me great puzzlement, for I certainly do not frequent the places that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108281382277577300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108281382277577300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281382277577300' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108178715399288735</id><published>2004-04-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:30:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reminiscence Mornin', everyone.I was surfing the 'net and I came across my high school alma mater: Marymount International School.As I gazed at the images, a wave of nostalgia swept over me with the force of a tsunami. I had no idea I missed it so. Kingston-Upon-Thames had not only been my physical home, but I had made it home in my heart. How on earth this unsophisticated little American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108178715399288735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108178715399288735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178715399288735' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108153601200035117</id><published>2004-04-09T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T11:43:57.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 1 Is UP!  I just spent the last hour finishing and getting Chapter 1 up on the LOtWK (as Shalini refered to it today!:))   It's interesting how many changes the story goes through in my mind until I get it on paper, and then the changes it goes through before it gets to the site. Of course, it will go through changes further still with some decent editing, but at least this is a start.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108153601200035117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108153601200035117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153601200035117' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108146216419053419</id><published>2004-04-08T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:12:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet Gwenifyr  I got my digicam software installed, so I can start taking pics again! Whahootie!:):):)Here is the sketch I did last night:I had a hundred names picked out for her, but Gwenifyr just seemed to speak to me the loudest. She was all set to have firey red hair, but once I drew her I saw her as having pale red hair, the shade that borders on blonde. It never ceases to amaze me how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108146216419053419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108146216419053419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146216419053419' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108142907090558609</id><published>2004-04-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T10:02:24.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inner Yearnings  Sometimes, in the far reaches of our souls, we yearn for those things that have not yet come to pass but could if we but said Yes to them.My problem has never been saying Yes...it's always been saying Until The End.I am a perpetual starter. It matters not the project, I will start it but I always have a hard time finishing. I do not want to do this anymore. Not only does it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108142907090558609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108142907090558609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142907090558609' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108134740218798297</id><published>2004-04-07T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T07:25:01.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huge Blessings Come In Tiny Packages  God has been very good to me.:)I have recently become an Elan lap stand convert, a major deal considering I have always stitched in-hand. I decided to work on Weeping Willow Keep a bit, but as I was putting it in my Q-snap I noticed the fabric was doing a bit of nasty stretching. I knew that Jobelan has a propensity to stretch, but I was really wanting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108134740218798297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108134740218798297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134740218798297' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108128111177681067</id><published>2004-04-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:19:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harumph, Blegch, and All That Rot  I've done a little bloggity house cleaning today, so if you can't find your blog in the sidebar, fear not: it means it's been added to the Needlework Bloggers page which is under my "Blogs" listing. I have not dumped anyone, so be sure to check the page.Alas, I wish I could say the same thing pour moi. It seems I have, indeed, disappeared from some blogs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108128111177681067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108128111177681067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128111177681067' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108127581186709510</id><published>2004-04-06T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T11:28:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Section Added To Da Novel!  I did it! The History of Willow Keep is up!Whahootie!I started working on this last night, and I was so tired the words kept jangling around in my head like an over-rated jigsaw puzzle. Nothing was clicking and I was getting discouraged, until I realized I was trying to hard. With that in mind, I simply sat down and wrote whatever came to mind. A little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108127581186709510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108127581186709510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127581186709510' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108125947879894844</id><published>2004-04-06T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T09:47:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahem...  Notes to self:Never try to blog when your children are still hyper from the weekend tripNever take your dreams seriously when your writing a historical romance.More at noon.Thinking Exclusively About In-Clusive Meanings  I'm back from cleaning and eating the most gaggy wheat bread sandwich in my life. Egads, it was nasty. Talk about wallpaper paste...I have wielded my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108125947879894844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108125947879894844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125947879894844' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108091915667920144</id><published>2004-04-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T18:15:10.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Got My Coverpage Finished......and *what* a coverpage!:)You know, I used to think I went for blondes, but my husband, who has the same intense dark good-looks as these guys,  has spoiled me off them forever.  Wow.Still mourning the loss of Paint Shop Pro 8, I am not able to make a tiny banner to go in my sidebar, but I was able to play with the HTML to get one of a fairly decent size. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108091915667920144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108091915667920144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091915667920144' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108087143479318293</id><published>2004-04-01T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T18:06:44.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple Pleasures  I just took a shower with Oil of Olay's Olay Complete Body Wash for Normal Skin.:::::::: sigh:::::::::::::Manna from heaven.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108087143479318293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108087143479318293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087143479318293' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108086052867264678</id><published>2004-04-01T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T17:28:09.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy April Fools...NOTThere was an April Fools joke on one of the BBs today, and while I don't need to go into detail I do want to write here what I was going to post before the thread got locked:  Three things:One: Okay, it was a joke: not a very wise one, granted, but I can live with that. I still love those involved, and figured they just wanted to give a good joke. I'm sure they didn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108086052867264678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108086052867264678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086052867264678' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108083342997131870</id><published>2004-04-01T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T07:37:00.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lords of Weeping Willow Keep  I'm thinking about writing a book.Really.The problem is that I have started upteen books in my life, and either I get so bored with the story I chuck them, or I can't stay focused on what's going on. I am not an organized person by nature, and I really have to work at getting things together--including my writing.I know it's been a while, but let me fill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108083342997131870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108083342997131870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083342997131870' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108074453994228102</id><published>2004-03-31T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T06:55:02.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm So Easily EntertainedIf you have not been over to the TW Secret Stitchers board, you are missing something. Some of the secret stitchers are a hoot!This is my first round of participating, and already my Secret Stitcher has contacted me with an amazing array of questions with everything from what's my favorite fabric to what author I like. I can already tell I'm going to be so spoiled! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108074453994228102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108074453994228102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074453994228102' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-108065714304110036</id><published>2004-03-30T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T06:46:45.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like A Phoenix Rising...  ...I rise triumphant, while other times I fall splat into the fire.Well, either way, I'm back in the land of blogging.Huzzah! I won't try to recap everything that has been going on with me the past few weeks, for there is too much to write about and yet not enough to say, so I'll just state how pleased I am with life at the moment.And how reflective.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108065714304110036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/108065714304110036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065714304110036' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107823936698658437</id><published>2004-03-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T06:58:14.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Temporary Hiatus  I've got a lot on my plate right now, and truth be told I have not felt much like blogging.That will change, fear not.Quick update: I'm my second week into Body-for-Life, a weight loss program that combines healthy eating with weight training and excersice. I love it. I'm also combining the days with working on my Chatelaines, and in some weird way the excersice has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107823936698658437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107823936698658437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823936698658437' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107712146425288747</id><published>2004-02-18T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T08:27:07.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celtic Autumn Update Last night I filled in one letter block to see how it would look, then another, and then another until the whole name was blazing in russet autumnal glory.I don't think I've ever seen my name looking quite so good. Viva la colour. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107712146425288747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107712146425288747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712146425288747' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107707084129805606</id><published>2004-02-17T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:28:04.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forget Diana Ross...  It seems Michael Jackson is really Joan Crawford.Hrm. Perhaps Max Factor should be notified...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107707084129805606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107707084129805606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707084129805606' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107705664765816970</id><published>2004-02-17T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:28:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Celtic Autumn Progress  I thought I would take the time to post a couple of updated pictures of Celtic Autumn while I was thinking about it.Here is everything I have done so far:Here is a detail of the corner block, which includes the beading. You can also get a feel for the overdye silk I'm using:Closeup of the name:I'm debating on filling the name in with color as in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107705664765816970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107705664765816970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705664765816970' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107705386143622590</id><published>2004-02-17T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T13:39:35.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUCH  OmyOmyOmyOmyOmyOmyOmyOmyOmyOmyOmy I am so sore so sore so sore so sore so sore so sore so sore so sore...Toning the muscles can be a pain in the...Well, in the muscles.OmyOmyOmyOmyOmyOmyowieowieOmy...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107705386143622590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107705386143622590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705386143622590' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107698056353812438</id><published>2004-02-16T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T17:21:02.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still Here, Albiet A Little Less Of Me  Well, here I am.I know, I know, I haven't written much lately. Betcha you'd never see this gab-mouth be quiet, but it's been an interesting week.I have not felt much like writing, which, for someone who loves to write, is no small thing. I've been feeling rather overwhelmed with life, and when I feel overwhelmed I get stressed, and when I feel stressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107698056353812438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107698056353812438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698056353812438' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107629247106856579</id><published>2004-02-08T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T18:27:19.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Church, A Baptism, and Painted Fans.  This entry comes a little late in the evening, but as many of you know Sundays are pretty busy days for me with a morning and evening church services. It is indeed my day of rest, but more times in the spiritual sense than the physical.Sadako, an amazing Japanese woman, got baptized tonight in Jesus's name. It was awesome. She came up out of that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107629247106856579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107629247106856579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629247106856579' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107621257630683387</id><published>2004-02-07T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T20:10:06.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something To Think About  He said: "Look, I don't believe in God. I'm sorry, but I just don't. I do think Jesus existed, but I think he was just a great philosopher of the day."I said: "You do?"He said: "Sure. All the great religions have their main philosophers: Islam has Mohammad, Christianity has Jesus, Judaism has Moses, Buddhism has Buddah...they all do."I said: "What do you think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107621257630683387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107621257630683387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621257630683387' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107612953665768962</id><published>2004-02-06T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T20:54:00.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celtic Maidens Everywhere  I actually buckled down and stitched tonight. Go me.After spending a day up to my elbows painting the Peanut's room lavender, I was in the mood to stitch on something purple. After swimming through my WIPs, I fished out Celtic Spring, a piece I started back in November.She is another one of the Celtic lasses that I've converted the colors for, and the main palette </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107612953665768962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107612953665768962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612953665768962' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107607996466466192</id><published>2004-02-06T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T18:45:37.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When 'sucks' Becomes A Cuss Word  Today was the closet I have come to really losing my temper on one of the BBs. I actually used a word I don't normally use, nor one I find particulary elegant. As a matter of fact, it's downright crass and I'm ashamed.I hate politics. Not politics in general, mind you, but what we, the masses, make of it.Other than that, I will promise you that today Perle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107607996466466192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107607996466466192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607996466466192' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107590942951172843</id><published>2004-02-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T07:59:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouch Owie Yowza...I started my Richard Simmons excersice routine yesterday.Today I hurt.Ouch.I am dreading it again today, but I know the only way to get this poor body in shape is to grit my teeth and do it.If pain I must have, then pain I will endure.So be it.On less physical (yet no less excertive) news, I managed to get a good chunk done on my Celtic Autumn.Behold la progress:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107590942951172843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107590942951172843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590942951172843' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107574186608411836</id><published>2004-02-02T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T09:15:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UrgGrabbleRhubarbrhubarbrhubarb... I'm so disgusted with myself...I worked very hard on EoOrient last night, and while I thought things were looking a little strange I figured it would look fine in the end. As it turns out, I stitched over an hour and a half of the *wrong color*! It turned out I read the wrong symbol. You see, that is why I hate Dimensions charts: they take the same symbols </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107574186608411836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107574186608411836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574186608411836' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107566101138110926</id><published>2004-02-01T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T10:45:09.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elegance of the Orient WIP 1 I am notoriously lazy about tracking my WIPs, but I did manage to get a picture today to share.Here is the first scan of Elegance of the Orient:I started this piece nearly four years ago on cream aida with the original color scheme. After a brief moment of "blah, ick, yuck" I decided to change the fabric and a few colors. It went from a couple of tweaks to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107566101138110926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107566101138110926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566101138110926' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107532604726408951</id><published>2004-01-28T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T13:44:22.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A' Target-ing We Shall Go...  Went shopping today. Have money will spend.Behold the flavors from left to right: strawberry, tutti-frutti, cherry, very berry, cotton candy, bubblegum.The tutti-frutti is my favorite.Hmm. Methinks I'm going a little tutti-frutti myself if I find Hello Kitty lip balms subjects worthy of blogging about. Perhaps I need a hobby.No. I have a hobby, cross </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107532604726408951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107532604726408951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532604726408951' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107532392683919240</id><published>2004-01-28T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T13:07:01.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Computer-ly-Challenged  New entry up on American Jade. I took a quiz the other night, "How Japanese Are You?" and I've finally posted the results.I've also cleaned up some links to the other entries on the index page. Apparently, I did not have the HTML formatted correctly, which just goes to show you I'm not as computah-savvy as I like to pretend I am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107532392683919240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107532392683919240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532392683919240' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107525397411373661</id><published>2004-01-27T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T17:44:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friendship In A Work Of Art  Looky looky looky! *This* is what I found in my mailbox today!Angi custom made this beautiful scissors fob for me, and it was a complelte surprise. Not only are the crystals in my favorite shades of pink, but it has a *dolphin* as the main charm.I am so touched I don't know what to say.Here is a closer look at this delicate work of art:As I was stitching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107525397411373661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107525397411373661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525397411373661' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107491799587818645</id><published>2004-01-23T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T20:27:07.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinq du Vendredi  Okay, so my French is pathetic, give me a break.Here goes:At this moment, what is your favorite...1. ...song?'Quest' by David Arkenstone.2. ...food?Mexican white cheesedip without jalepenos.3. ...tv show?I don't have cable, but if I did it would The Croc Hunter Diaries.4. ...scent?lavender chamomile powder by Johnson &amp; Johnson5. ...quote? "Don't be so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107491799587818645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107491799587818645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491799587818645' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107491026225961060</id><published>2004-01-23T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T20:30:59.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Color Are You?  Color Quiz:    BLUEYou give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.Find out your color at Quiz Me!This is the first time in the history of color quizzes I have not been diagnosed as 'pink'.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107491026225961060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107491026225961060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491026225961060' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107489427009352773</id><published>2004-01-23T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:46:29.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr. Z. I just heard today the Cheap Trick's lead singer, Robin Zander, is 51 today.They were one of my favorite bands when I was in junior high. I was determind to marry the man; never mind that he was probably married, I was under age, and that I had a snowball's chance in you-know-where of ever succeeding with my notion. I was 13 at the time, and he was my golden-haired, silky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107489427009352773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107489427009352773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489427009352773' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107487078061101936</id><published>2004-01-23T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T07:19:00.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back and Fully Caffinated  I'm back this morning, fully caffinated and in a much better mood.First things first: new entry up at American Jade. I got a kick out of this one.I've been asked what one has to do to become a Geisha Girl (see my side bar). You don't have to be Asian, and you don't even have to be stitching a geisha. Simply put, you just have to have  an appreciation or interest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107487078061101936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107487078061101936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487078061101936' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107478475224737708</id><published>2004-01-22T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T07:22:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Shallow Morning  I am very tired this morning, so tired that I had to reschedule the dreaded TTTP (la pediatrician). I guess I'll have to put away my armor for another week.I stayed up far too late for my body tolerance, so my constitution is weak this morning. This leaves me feeling rather vunerable, and that makes me shallow. So shallow, in fact, that I've noticed I've been taken off of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107478475224737708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107478475224737708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478475224737708' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107475457475904584</id><published>2004-01-21T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:00:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome American Jade.  I've been busy tonight.I've been to and fro church, taught the children's class, cancelled a web site, re-vamped another, created one from scratch, and whipped up a logo in Paint Shop Pro. I'm bushed.One of the things I did was to put Ragamuffin on hiatus. I've kept it up because I may go back to it one day, but to be honest it was just too much blasted work. It's a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107475457475904584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107475457475904584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475457475904584' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107469931891083608</id><published>2004-01-21T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T07:46:38.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>State of the Union Address  Last night I listened to the State of the Union Address on 640WGST Atlanta. This morning on the internet scene some are cheering, some are jeering, and others are saying nothing at all.I'm reflecting.The truth is I do not agree with everything President Bush has said, and I think it's silly for others to assume that I blindly follow him because I support him. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107469931891083608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107469931891083608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107469931891083608' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107469345407726138</id><published>2004-01-21T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T05:59:00.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogs blogs and more blogs...  If you notice your blog taken off of the page, don't panic: it's been moved to one of the blog lists. There have been a lot of questions on the TWBB concerning the definition of a blog and blogging, so I put together the TWBB Bloggers list. I'm even considering making a page for the other blogs, considering there are many more I want to add and it's starting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107469345407726138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107469345407726138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107469345407726138' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107463101643407224</id><published>2004-01-20T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:41:46.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Friday Five-June 16, 2004  I know I'm a little late, but I've just discovered this courtesy of Lee's blog (thank you, Lee!) and it looks like a lot of fun.  So, without further ado, here is my addition to the Friday Five!~~1. What does it say in the signature line of your emails?Hmm, I used to have one on my old address, but I don't remember what it was. Perhaps it's time to think of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107463101643407224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107463101643407224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463101643407224' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107462975945678634</id><published>2004-01-20T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:20:24.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Battle Postponed For Another Day  Well, I've been spared a visit to the pediatricain, but not for reasons that are good; Peanut has a nasty case of the runs. She is feeling a little better, but the doctor's office will not give check-up vaccinations when the kiddies are ill, so I had to reschedule for Thursday. I guess I'll put my shield away until then. I hear some of you chuckling, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107462975945678634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107462975945678634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462975945678634' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107460789141002176</id><published>2004-01-20T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T06:14:50.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Into Battle We Go...  I've got my armour on and my helment is shining. My banners surround me, flying crisp and free against the blue of the sky. I am a warrior, bold and fierce. I am resolved to do what I need to do. I have spent long hours preparing myself, and I am ready.Today, dear ones, is the dreaded TTTP, otherwise known as the Trip To The Pediatrician.::::::::::: shifts the weight of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107460789141002176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107460789141002176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107460789141002176' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107456520000767541</id><published>2004-01-19T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T18:51:52.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Same Ol' Same Ol'...  Well, I'm back to my 'old' look with new images. My new template lasted only 7 hours.I think I now hold the record for the shortest blog change in history.In honor of my geisha projects and my everlasting love of Oriental style, I thought it would be nice to honor them in my blog decor. I always thought 'Perle Moon' had a distinctive Asian flavor, and it goes very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107456520000767541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107456520000767541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456520000767541' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107454350974159148</id><published>2004-01-19T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T12:21:07.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Shortest Love Affair I've Ever Had  The truth is, I've spent nearly five hours tinkering with this template, and after one minute of pure, unadulterated bliss I have now come to the conclusion that I don't really think I like it.I didn't realize I could be so fickle.Well Gentle Reader, this means that you could be seeing a variety of templates from me in the coming days until I get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107454350974159148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107454350974159148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454350974159148' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107453939492229365</id><published>2004-01-19T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T12:15:24.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the Mood   I'm feeling rather Oriental today.Film at 11.edit: Please forgive the wonkiness of the archives...as much as I like to pretend, I really don't know what I'm doing. Templates are not my strong point. Jennie, Haze, Annette, or any other web savvy person please apply...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107453939492229365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107453939492229365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107453939492229365' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107410532631242121</id><published>2004-01-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T10:53:13.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Controversies and Misunderstandings  You know, I have thought long and hard about writing this post, mainly because there are a lot of people who read my blog who frequent the same needlework boards I do. The sweet, frosted side of me does not want to trespass netiquette and re-open old wounds, while my crunchy side, the one with all the fiber says, "Go for it".Blame it on the gutsy chicken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107410532631242121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107410532631242121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107410532631242121' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107409492397747750</id><published>2004-01-14T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T09:22:14.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Les Comments and Les Photos  Comments are back online for this moon muser. I've had an account with Haloscan for my journal, so I figured I would set it up here. I'm just sorry all the other comments got lost. In other news: Perle Moon now has a Photos section! I've just finished uploading some pictures of my home, so please feel free to visit! I'll be adding family photos, cat photos, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107409492397747750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107409492397747750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409492397747750' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107403539815691240</id><published>2004-01-13T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:12:04.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Comments, Wherefore Art Thou?  I'm going crazy without the comments box. Does it make me pathetic to want, to desire, to *need* to have the comments back up and running?Well. According to the other blogs I've read, if it does then I'm in very good company.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107403539815691240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107403539815691240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107403539815691240' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107400954905931813</id><published>2004-01-13T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T08:02:11.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blue suits my blog today...  ...because I, in myself, am feeling a little blue. Not a muddy ol' navy blue to be sure, but more of a deep cobalt.Normally, I would be able to snap out of the blahs fairly easily, but I think the combo of hormones and just plain tiredness is taking its toll. I'm unusually sensitive, and I find myself getting weepy at the most inoffensive of things. I know this is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107400954905931813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107400954905931813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400954905931813' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824316.post-107378496754089160</id><published>2004-01-10T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T08:01:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Peacock Tapestry progress  I thought I would take the time and load up a picture of what I have done so far on Peacock Tapestry:I have no many ideas worth of hours this is, for I have given up attempting to count them long ago. I started this project December 17th, 2004 and I worked on it until the Dec. 21, so it's about 4 days of work. The easiest part of Peacock Tapestry is done, done, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107378496754089160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824316/posts/default/107378496754089160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlemoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107378496754089160' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50pEFjRnx9Y/SO0BOnjtrJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xvxp9hGvWBs/s1600-R/1155006mesummersmall.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
