Either way the crowd was cheery and knitting lots of socks, just as Larissa hoped.
Even the ones that are clearly more girl-centric, but I started collecting years before Everett was conceived. " Actually, that last one made me laugh. A full moon in August.
So I started increasing one stitch on each end, every right-side row. Going down I wanted seven-minute miles to balance out those slower climbs.
Leather seats, moonroof, CD player and, oh, the windows in the front don't go up and down. I may try to sell this pattern, but I promise to give you lots of free ones to compensate.
which was very, very slow.
Needless to say, it's still in progress. We learned that their were not just four kids but four dads, none of them P.
And, most importantly, we made coffee, in my spotless kitchen. They're not due 'til next week. Larissa and I had a lovely time, and I stayed up late piecing together the majority of my miniature quilt. We were perched on the top of the world on the second story of the double-decker train. Won't you quilt along with me?
Because today Weblogs, Inc. Eventually we arrived at a coach called the "Sightseer Lounge. We're no longer contributing to global warming.
Here's the question: can biking substitute for running in a Hood-to-Coast training diet?
"Licklick jumped out the window! If you have ever knit, or blogged, or if you think you can appreciate the lifestyle, you should absolutely go to one of her book signings. Not only is Licklick made imperfectly, but the very moment I completed him, Truman dunked him in the wading pool.
Oh did Grand Central blow the garden store out of the water. " I wonder if it will win anything? Yet, live blogging takes an enormous amount of dedication and energy, in the moment.
They're not due 'til next week.
I was in the back when she was ushered in by a muchly hip Powell's employee, who mentioned something about having saved room for Stephanie's "friend. and I love talking about it. Speaking of swap partners, who was my swap partner? and recognize Truman! "We have to take those girls," I told my husband, and he looked at me, shocked. So I'm "live blogging" Blogher for you, but I'm not live blogging it. I didn't even know it was gone until the next day, and Jonathan gave it up for lost.
And I loved this leg, because it seemed like something I could so easily train for.
It was both liberating and connecting and I felt entirely at peace.