<?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-6955907339701632401</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:53:52.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-5850482497895999824</id><published>2011-12-03T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:10:07.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I'm still wondering how hard all this is going to be without Mitchell around. Thanksgiving went ok, but I worry about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the obligatory underwear shopping that won't happen. Mama ALWAYS bought Mitchell new underwear, socks and tshirts at Christmas... lol! It was one thing he looked forward to. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I sometimes bought him gag stuff, like the fake toenails we got him after he'd had a few removed due to his diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't be receiving any gifts wrapped in paper bags or wrapped lumpily with homemade name tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any jokes about how many gifts my cats get, even though he bought them something too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much there WON'T be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it still doesn't seem real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ventilator was turned off that Monday morning, I wasn't there. I was too terrified he'd breathe on his own and then we wouldn't know what to do. Mitchell never wanted to be that way, just lingering. Debbie and I said our goodbyes that Sunday and told him it was ok for him to go. As much as it kills me to see my sister cry, I was thankful. She was being so strong for everyone I was scared for her. Seeing her lose it helped me a bit. She was there when he passed. I was home with mama. Mama couldn't do it either. Debbie said it wasn't 10 minutes before he was gone. He knew we were ok with him leaving I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for the visitation, I was shocked. I swear I expected him to open is eyes and sit up, like one of his Halloween pranks. It would have been easier for me if he'd actually LOOKED dead. He looked asleep. Like there wasn't a thing in the world wrong with him. How the fuck can someone look so healthy and be dead? Why did it have to be my brother? Why couldn't it have been a Halloween prank? Gotta stop now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-5850482497895999824?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5850482497895999824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=5850482497895999824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/5850482497895999824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/5850482497895999824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2011/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-6287587241479146341</id><published>2011-08-28T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:51:49.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone actually reads this but... working on the past tense already so forgive me if it skips around any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning (8-29-11), my brother will most likely be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning, he had a stroke. 45 years old. Turns out the symptoms he'd had that the doctor put down to a virus in his inner ear were actually the symptoms of an oncoming basilar artery thrombosis. Just found out today he'd fallen at work Monday, but hadn't told his wife. I think he knew it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother could be an ass. A big one. But for once, the last time we were all together, he and I didn't fuss about anything. There weren't any babies for him to try to make me hold... lol! He never understood I didn't like little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always did his best by all of us and helped in a pinch. He worked for the SC DOT. Anytime I saw a cat or dog killed in the road, I could call him and he'd make sure someone got them up before they were harmed further. He wasn't that fond of cats but he had the same great love of animals I do. He saw two beagle pups by the road, passed them by and just couldn't leave them. That brought his dog count to, I believe, seven. From 80 pounds down to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father passed away in 2001. Mitchell is making it just over 10 years after him. The men on my father's side of the family don't tend to live to be really old men. My father was 56, his father was about 55. The only one I know of to grow old was my great-grandfather who was in his late 70s or early 80s. Turns out Mitchell had just had a conversation with someone this past Sunday about this same fact. He knew he was sick and didn't tell anyone didn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is going to be hard for me now. My brother and I were always the huge Halloween fans. He would plan for months and do elaborate set ups to scare all the kids... even a few adults. I know this year, I won't do Halloween. The first time in many years. What I will do is probably this... part of his set up was a huge bunch of tombstones with his and the family's names on them and stupid sayings. I think I'll get his and put it out there alone this year with some of those solar lights to light it. A tribute to the one who made kids screams heard all the way across town more than once. The guillotine was one of his best... kids had to reach under it for candy. It was hilarious to hear the screams from my house about a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he would come to my door, he would bang on it with one hand and ring the doorbell with the other and scare the crap out of me and the cats. I'll actually miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mitchell to please see if he can find his best friend and tell him I love him. His best friend as a child was the love of my life. That man's mother feels like she's losing another son now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the one who pulled a pincher bug off my toe when I was about four. He was the first one to let me steer a truck when I was about six. He was the one who came to tell me when my father was diagnosed terminal and hugged me when I was 27. It's hard to realize he won't be there anymore for anything I might need help with. He won't borrow something and not return it. He won't try to make me hold his grandchildren. He won't offer to have his 80 pound lab come "play" with my cats. He won't anything anymore. Why can't I wake from this dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-6287587241479146341?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6287587241479146341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=6287587241479146341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6287587241479146341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6287587241479146341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-brother.html' title='My Brother'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-2920410555305490365</id><published>2011-04-12T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:28:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wonder?</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream yesterday, but I only remember one thing from it. Shirlee calling me her daughter-in-law. Requires some background to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 5 or 6, we moved to a new place and had new neighbors. My brother became best friends with the guy who lived closest to us, Johnny. He was 6 years older than me and not sure how it happened, but he was my first boyfriend. Secret from everyone else so far as I know, but there ya go. My first kiss (on top of the hay in the barn), first time I "saw" a guy (in the woods near some clubhouse shack thing my brother had), first love, first heartbreak. When I was 8, I told Johnny I wouldn't kiss him anymore. Strange the lines that stick when you remember SO little of your past. He walked away from me. He never treated me badly or was mean. I remember a kitten I had named Winkie. Me, him and my brother were outside, shooting fireworks or something, and I went in the house for something and asked Johnny to hold Winkie for me. When I came back out, he had Winkie tucked into his Member's Only jacket to keep him warm. *heart melts* Why did I break up with him again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the night February 10, 1984, there was an accident. Mama woke me the next morning and told me Johnny was gone. I totally lost it. Cry now thinking about it and how the future had changed so quickly. In a split second, a moment of fear and stupidity cost me my world. This is what I recall as being pieced together from the aftermath. Johnny hated being home alone. He'd gotten a pistol out and was sitting on his parent's bed. The dog in the house apparently jumped onto the bed behind him and scared him and he dropped the gun. When it hit the floor it fired and he was gone. I don't know if the bullet is still in the rafters of the house or not, but I doubt it. Surely the police removed it. There were powder burns on the cuff of his pants (so I was told) so it was determined accidental. It crosses my mind sometimes wondering if I was lied to and it wasn't an accident. I reacted so badly to the loss my family may have covered it. Either way, my future was gone. I couldn't SEE one without him. Years of serious emotional issues and suicide attempts (hidden from family) followed this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder what your life would have been like if one pivotal moment hadn't happened? I do. After that dream, I'm doing so again. Shirlee could have been my mother-in-law now. I might have had kids, might have lived somewhere else, any number of 'might haves'. I don't know if any of my family knows how I felt about him, feel about him. I still see him at 17 being goofy. I still see him showing me how he was becoming a man at about 15 (second time I "saw" a guy. ;) On the back of the hay truck-see a hay theme in our relationship? LOL!) I miss him every day and this dream made it a little harder to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times my dreams have been prophetic. This scares me right now since I can't remember anything else in the dream. I know the voice was kind of weak is all. I asked my sister to contact her to see if everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Shirlee's health really isn't good. I don't know the exact names of everything, but she shakes very badly. Parkinson's maybe? She is diabetic (curse of the Mt Dew I too love too much). I think she's been diagnosed with mesothelioma as well. I'm not in a lot of contact with the family, only usually see her once a year if she comes to the family cookout, but I look forward to it. Love seeing her and at those times, it makes me smile to think what might have been. Would we have gotten back together? Even though we both moved on, we always stayed close and he seemed to still like me. Would I have been her daughter-in-law? Or would it still have only been a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-2920410555305490365?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2920410555305490365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=2920410555305490365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2920410555305490365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2920410555305490365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2011/04/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever Wonder?'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-4093247211274166979</id><published>2011-03-13T05:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T05:19:08.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year</title><content type='html'>Over a year since I've been here. Surprise huh? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I was in, Gaia was being evaluated for surgery. It was done February 2, 2010. They lost her in recovery but were able to get her back. Even though I was told starting out with she's ok, my heart nearly stopped. After her recovery and removal of stitches, she's no longer the sweet cuddly girl she was. It's like she KNEW the reason she no longer hurt was the removal of that leg and she felt there was no reason for her to suck up to me or be nice on car rides. I'd fulfilled the need she had (remove the pain) so she no longer had need to be nice. She still gives me headbutts and kisses and sometimes lays in my lap, but it's nothing like before. I can hold her for a bit, but then she'll start growling and the little bitch bites. ;) Must be something about being a prison cat because Zilla is almost exactly the same way! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post, I've also become a mama again. Chiara was born @ May 1. Her mom is Spot (whom I finally caught and had fixed around October). Next is Pewter, born @ June 12. Her mom was Pretty Bit (whom I caught and had fixed in September). She was killed by some idiot driver on October 29 and is buried near my Tigger out at mama's place. The last two are Speckle and Miska, born on August 13, right in the little house on the front porch. They are Spot's last litter. I trapped her when they were old enough to do without her a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiara's litter had a penchant for getting in the engine of my car. I gave one to the neighbors behind me and one to an old friend. The other two I brought in and someone I work with adopted one and as I'd always wanted a white cat, I kept Chiara. Turns out they were a bit too young to take, but did well. Chiara will still suck on a blanket once in a while. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pewter was one of a litter of two. Her sister was adopted by a guy I work with and is doing well in her new home with a labrador brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speckle and Miska were a litter of three, their brother (only the second male I know of out of 12 kittens over the years-one died young and I don't know what sex it was) was adopted by another guy I work with. He too is doing well and is finally calming down after eating fish from the tank and breaking some of his mom's china. Miska is available for adoption, but I'm not sure on Speckle. She seems to have some kind of issue with her legs/hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the kitties, nothing much has changed. Work sucks, but that's to be expected. I'd really love to enjoy my job again but don't see it happening anytime soon. The new governor hasn't done us much good as she's given her personal staff huge raises and we've suffered two more paycuts that are almost solely on the Dept of Corrections. Nothing on the Troopers, DOT and only a bit on the teachers. The new guy selected to be the director of the department was confirmed last week so we'll see what he does to us next. Hoping it's not bad. And hoping they don't consider closing the prison. I'll be screwed. The next closest one is 45 minutes away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is doing well enough. He's a senior this year. He's applied to the Art Institute of Charleston for culinary classes. There's discussion of him doing his math, english, etc at the local college then transferring the credits down there. But it'll depend on grades and such. He still hasn't taken SATs as there's another kind of test the Institute uses so I don't know what's going to be done on that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is still giving me fits. In December I spent $500 and January $300. It's embarrassing, but mama bought a vehicle for me. No way can I afford one. It's having some work done, which again she's paying for, so I don't have it yet. She's asked if I want hers since all the issues are pretty much worked out, but I drove the newer one and really like it. The ride isn't as rough. Her's has a very stiff suspension and will beat you up on a rough road... lol! The newer one is a 2001 Isuzu Rodeo. Mine is a 1991 Chevrolet Cavalier. It's been around since I got out of high school so that means it's about 20 years old. Speaking of, I haven't heard anything about my reunion yet... wondering if I'll bother to do. Didn't last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it in a nutshell. My birthday is Tuesday. I'll be 38. Staring 40 in the face isn't bothering me... yet. Having lunch at mama's today. My request was salad with all the fixings... not sure how that'll go over with everyone else... lol!! Me, mama, Debbie and Brian will be ok, but the rest might be a little put out. Oh well, it's MY birthday. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-4093247211274166979?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4093247211274166979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=4093247211274166979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/4093247211274166979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/4093247211274166979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2011/03/year.html' title='A Year'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-6051782920507610156</id><published>2010-01-20T01:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:01:37.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egads!</title><content type='html'>See? There's a reason I got a D in composition... I suck at coming back to write anything... lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my little girl goes for her evaluation tomorrow for surgery to removed her left front leg. I'm ok with it now. I had been ok with it in the beginning, but her vet said there was a good chance it could be saved. Yeah, but not by me. With my work schedule her compresses weren't done as often as needed in the first place. Then if she fussed or cried, I didn't have the heart to hurt her. Then there's the fact I'm a lazy sucker. All in all, I still think it'll be best for it to be gone. She'll heal quicker from surgery and plenty of cats cope well with three legs... though most are missing a back leg. I've got to post something in the forums to ask about missing a front one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, all is as usual here. Work is still a pain, though we don't have furlough at the moment so my paycheck went up a bit. With insurance increases, no furlough only means my check went up about $9.00... lol! Still a chance we'll have to do some though... the people who decide that meet again end of February or beginning of March. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step-father left my mama. They were never legally married... just got old saying my mother's fiance... lol! She's ok with it and insists the rest of us not just cut him off. He called my mama a bitch... regardless of the fact she is one, she was never one to him... just people who piss her off. We were all good to him and he was to us so this strikes me kind of wrong. I know he's got issues from Vietnam and all... I guess some of that played a part too... plus I think his health issues and financial stuff dragged him down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister still hasn't found a job. It's a year next month since she worked. She took a class through the unemployment office for call center training, but there's still no word if the company is even coming to this area. She still really wishes she could make a go of her etsy site, Catcessities. Even if it isn't a full income, if she could make some decent money from it, she'd stick with it. She makes the best toys and mats. She does people stuff like scarves and hood/scarf combos. She was going to make a pocket book the other day with old jeans... don't know yet how it turned out. I just don't know how to get the word out about her store. I've posted in the girls diaries and there are links on their pages. I've got it up in the Catster Marketplace but I think I'm the only one that shops from there. I've posted on Facebook. The stuff she's put in auctions got good prices but I don't know if that's because they liked her stuff or just because of the auction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-6051782920507610156?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6051782920507610156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=6051782920507610156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6051782920507610156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6051782920507610156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2010/01/egads.html' title='Egads!'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-9059006896805307654</id><published>2009-09-24T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:45:23.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Town</title><content type='html'>As much as I hate it, I'll be out of town all next week. My sister will be coming by to take care of the girls. This should be the last time my job forces me to go to the Academy, thank gods!! I am NOT looking forward to this in the least, but I don't have a choice. I hate leaving Gaia knowing how much care she needs and that Debbie can only come by once a day. I'm hoping I can talk her into finding time before class in the morning for at least a quick stop as Gaia needs her antibiotic twice a day. I'll have to teach Debbie this weekend how to do her compress. She bloody hates getting the cream put on after now!! Screams like I'm killing her, but the vet has already told me it's just that she doesn't want it done, it's not hurting her. Already got a major attitude... lmao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll keep the leg, but it's going to be best to have that one foot declawed when she's old enough. With her not using the toes and the claws not retracting, it's too likely she could get hung on something and hurt herself. I've seen the damage that can be done to a cat who's foot works fine when they get hung up. Zilla's done it a few times, once with bloody results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet also said it'll be about 6 months for skin to really be clear on where it's died off. I think under her arm pit is going to take the longest as she can't extend the leg so there's less circulation of air under there. He said there's also a chance fur WILL grow back. :D She'll go back in two weeks for her first vaccinations... don't really want to get them done as I don't like the things, but with where she came from, a few rounds of shots are needed. She'll also get her FIV and Flk testing. Praying both are negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, she's just a bouncy little kitten who looks really rough... lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-9059006896805307654?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9059006896805307654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=9059006896805307654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/9059006896805307654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/9059006896805307654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-town.html' title='Out of Town'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-6091483161151214845</id><published>2009-09-09T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:08:57.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Button Added</title><content type='html'>Added a button for a website I just saw. A friend posted a link about Stonewall in his Facebook. They've got a campaign, "Some People Are Gay. Get over it!". Wish they'd have something like that here. It's designed to help stop the homophobic bullying in UK schools. A GOOD THING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-6091483161151214845?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6091483161151214845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=6091483161151214845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6091483161151214845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6091483161151214845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/09/button-added.html' title='Button Added'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-2533295351401985649</id><published>2009-09-02T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:14:04.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like</title><content type='html'>Ok. Facebook is fun... I admit it... lol! I like the games. Clark got me hooked on Farkle and I found one similar to Bejeweled. The My Kitten is cool too. Found another friend from college I think. Sent her a message to check. Another one I'd looked for here and there over the years and wondered what happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new baby is doing good. Gaia got her compresses this morning and ended up getting mad. Some of the skin is peeling back so I was trimming it a bit and there was... hell... I guess you'd just call it 'crud' in places so I was picking it off to keep the area clean for putting on the Dermalone. Well, one place appears to be pretty tender and she gave a good yelp to let me know! Going to call and see if Saturday or Monday will be best to take her back in to let the vet have a look at what's loosened up already. I'm sure they'll be able to clean her up much better than me... I'm so worried about hurting her. I'm glad she's doing well though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-2533295351401985649?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2533295351401985649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=2533295351401985649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2533295351401985649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2533295351401985649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like.html' title='I Like'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-882955926877098596</id><published>2009-08-21T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:18:35.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thing?</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to join Facebook. Figured what the hell and I could look for someone I've been looking for for years. Found him on the first search. Wow. I was nervous about contacting him and turns out he had some issues with how we split too. Go figure huh? He's still as handsome as ever and has the most adorable daughter. And Facebook keeps coming up with people it thinks I should know... so weird! So long as no one from work shows up I'm good. That's why I didn't use my actual name... only two or three people at work have my email so I should be pretty safe. I know the Major has an account and I do not want to feel like he's looking over my shoulder. Thinking I'll look for people from work and start blocking them... just in case... lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-882955926877098596?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/882955926877098596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=882955926877098596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/882955926877098596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/882955926877098596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-thing.html' title='Good thing?'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-6650312044686603888</id><published>2009-08-21T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:12:22.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamp Still in Progress</title><content type='html'>Well, I found a design I like, but just found an issue... the bar at the top that gives me access to the dashboard isn't there... lmao! I have to go to blogger.com to get to the link to make a post... don't know if I'll bother to find a way to fix it or just leave it like it is... not like I'm in here that much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still tending the outdoor kitties. Got an email in to my vet to see if they know of anyone who does trap neuter release in the area. Also if they do or know of anyone who does spays/neuters for ferals. I don't have the means to keep them confined after surgery... that's a bigger issue for me than the cost really. I don't want to trap them and have it done only to release them and have something go wrong and there be nothing I can do about it. It would be a girl that took up here and she would have a daughter... ~sigh~ Spot is a gorgeous little girl. She's getting braver about not running when I come out, but still no way to get hold of her. I've taken one of the girls wands out and tried to play with her a bit, but she isn't interested. They play with the stuffed mice I put outside, but only when I'm not looking... lol!! Her brother Tabb is still extremely skittish. They see me petting Gremlin when he comes by but don't seem interested in getting any pets themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else going around here. Getting ready for the cook-out in September. It's a community/friend/family thing we have every year. We used to cook a whole pig, but one year we got a bad one. After that disaster we started just getting big hams and cooking those. It starts on Friday afternoon and goes all night with the BBQ ready around noon that Saturday. The fun part is that night and hanging out. That Saturday is the only time I see a lot of my relatives. I've got a couple of friends I invite from work who show sometimes. No Catster families live that close to me so none of them to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to be bored I guess. Kind of sucks that school has started back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-6650312044686603888?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6650312044686603888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=6650312044686603888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6650312044686603888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/6650312044686603888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/vamp-still-in-progress.html' title='Vamp Still in Progress'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-1331974581868199640</id><published>2009-08-10T11:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:24:44.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress</title><content type='html'>It's not very pretty right now, but I'm working on vamping this place up just a bit. I'm not in often, but as I like playing with graphics, it'll be a fun thing to come in once in a while and goof. Trying to get it to three columns... that part isn't going well at the moment... lol! But I've gotten a couple of graphics changed out. Got a new little pawprint background on the right and I've changed that plain little arrow by each post title to a cute little pointing finger I made. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see a post on this... guess I never got around to getting in here. My sister made an etsy site! http://catcessities.etsy.com. She's made four sales so far. She's sold two beds on ebay and two in Catster auctions to raise money. Three of the four went to the family of Taz, Ko, etc... they recently lost a member, Boots. I do hope Taz, Ko and Marvel Ann shared their nap mats with him and he liked. Hazel Lucy got the other as a gift from another kitty for all she and her mom do on Catster. So far the reviews are good. The kitties are enjoying the nap mats/toys. Still trying to get the word out so maybe she'll sell more. Smudge is loving it though... he really enjoys Debbie crocheting... he gets to play with the yarn and snatches the occasional toy for himself... lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-1331974581868199640?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1331974581868199640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=1331974581868199640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/1331974581868199640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/1331974581868199640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-progress.html' title='In Progress'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-5155292679618319664</id><published>2009-04-19T18:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:00:09.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auction for Teal'c and family!</title><content type='html'>While working to get the kitties adopted, we're having an auction to help cover their food and vet costs. We've got lots of wonderful items up for bid!! Feel free to take a peek and see if there's something you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.auctionfortealctennesseecrew.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot! Here's the link to the etsy site the family mom started to sell stuff to help out. She has THE most beautiful cards!! And we've been told the mats and tents are excellent too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7100070&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-5155292679618319664?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5155292679618319664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=5155292679618319664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/5155292679618319664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/5155292679618319664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/auction-for-tealc-and-family.html' title='Auction for Teal&apos;c and family!'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-2113509538987172884</id><published>2009-03-29T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:31:28.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs and ebay</title><content type='html'>There's two blogs that I adore in here. Well, more than one, but these have such captivating and funny writing! They're by Laura in Tennessee, owner of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6032695"&gt;The Cat in the Clover&lt;/a&gt; etsy shop. She's got the blog that's connected to the shop, &lt;a href="http://thecatintheclover.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Cat in the Clover&lt;/a&gt; and her own personal blog, &lt;a href="http://mylifeinkentucky.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life in Tennessee&lt;/a&gt;. SUCH entertaining reading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister didn't sell any of the last round of nap mats she put up on ebay. Does anyone have any advice on how to get people to look? They're really nice beds and my girls love them!! She's sold one, but as it's a birthday present, we'll have to wait until his birthday before hearing how much he loves his new bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-2113509538987172884?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2113509538987172884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=2113509538987172884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2113509538987172884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2113509538987172884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogs-and-ebay.html' title='Blogs and ebay'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-2546970315078177262</id><published>2009-03-01T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:07:42.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Marketplace</title><content type='html'>If you peek in here and are a Catster member, mama just posted a bed and toys for sale in the Catster Marketplace. It's in the 'Local Store'thread. Thanks for looking in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catster.com/group/grp_page.php?g=15358"&gt;http://www.catster.com/group/grp_page.php?g=15358&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-2546970315078177262?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2546970315078177262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=2546970315078177262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2546970315078177262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2546970315078177262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-marketplace.html' title='At The Marketplace'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-1477279137603516045</id><published>2009-02-21T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:19:41.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Places to Sleep!**ITEMS REMOVED**</title><content type='html'>These look very comfy but mama won't let us try them out!! She says it wouldn't be appreciated if they come covered in fur... hmph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debbie made these for us to try to sell. She's unemployed at the moment, so we're trying to help her out some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SaBsNJUx3bI/AAAAAAAAACg/Th9m7-w6HmU/s1600-h/a102_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305359334139616690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SaBsNJUx3bI/AAAAAAAAACg/Th9m7-w6HmU/s400/a102_0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bed is a bit smaller than the one we have, but it's made about the same way. This one has padding in the bottom of it. The padding (underside in second photo) is of a different yarn. It makes it really soft! It's approximately 12 inches in diameter and 3 1/2 inches tall. $25 with $10 shipping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SaBsNUH4kDI/AAAAAAAAACo/ag1R3f96sxc/s1600-h/a102_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305359337038319666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SaBsNUH4kDI/AAAAAAAAACo/ag1R3f96sxc/s400/a102_0666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SaBsdZ48olI/AAAAAAAAACw/6zdTBbY4rCI/s1600-h/a102_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305359613464191570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SaBsdZ48olI/AAAAAAAAACw/6zdTBbY4rCI/s400/a102_0665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is flat with a cute ruffle all the way around. It's of a thick, soft yarn that we think would be quite warm and snuggly! It's about 21 inches in diameter. $25 with $10 shipping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you don't want to buy one of these, feel free to comment on what you WOULD like to buy or see samples of. Debbie's working on making toys too, but mama hasn't gotten any good pictures of those yet. And the ones so far ARE covered in cat hair as we're the test subjects... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Debbie has decided she's not happy with how the pink bed turned out so she's not putting it up for sale. The earth tone one I'm going to post and try to sell for her on ebay.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=160320905798"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=160320905798&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-1477279137603516045?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1477279137603516045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=1477279137603516045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/1477279137603516045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/1477279137603516045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/places-to-sleep.html' title='Places to Sleep!**ITEMS REMOVED**'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SaBsNJUx3bI/AAAAAAAAACg/Th9m7-w6HmU/s72-c/a102_0664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-8067524127036318455</id><published>2009-01-13T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:22:34.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible additions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SWzoAt0SaqI/AAAAAAAAACA/y3qg1MQ7170/s1600-h/a102_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290858761250040482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SWzoAt0SaqI/AAAAAAAAACA/y3qg1MQ7170/s400/a102_0559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zilla snoozing in the comfy new bed from my sister Debbie. She made it as a kind of experiment really. She said she started and undid it and restarted several times to come up with the design. There's no pattern or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm hoping she'll want to make some to sell so I'm trying to talk her into it. She'll be out of work next month when the company she works for moves out of state, so depending on what she decides to do next, she might have some time to make more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SWzoe55jXsI/AAAAAAAAACI/wcKkvEdocHU/s1600-h/a102_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290859279889424066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SWzoe55jXsI/AAAAAAAAACI/wcKkvEdocHU/s400/a102_0540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Lilly knocked out in the bed. I'll have to get the specifics of what kind of yarn she used and all that. It's two colours because she didn't have enough of the purple to do what she ended up coming up with for the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SWzo72YeRKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2rAjfU-S-pI/s1600-h/a102_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290859777161577634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SWzo72YeRKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2rAjfU-S-pI/s400/a102_0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kittanna settled into the bed. It's mostly her territory. She claimed it the instant I put it on the couch! Strangely enough, it was originally made with Taillee in mind, but she's the only one I've yet to catch napping in it... LMAO!! Taillee prefers her heated bed to pretty much anything I guess. But Kittanna hardly even wants to sleep with ME anymore after this came in the house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post updates if I get Debbie to make more of these. We haven't come up with a name or anything for them yet. A friends suggested Snuggle Cup, but I don't know if this will be the only kind she'll make or if she'll come up with other designs for them. We'll have to brainstorm on that one. She's also trying to think up other ideas for stuff to make for kitties and might even do something for dogs. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-8067524127036318455?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8067524127036318455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=8067524127036318455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/8067524127036318455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/8067524127036318455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/possible-additions.html' title='Possible additions'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SWzoAt0SaqI/AAAAAAAAACA/y3qg1MQ7170/s72-c/a102_0559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-8430889690409530085</id><published>2008-12-17T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:31:38.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Trinket Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmg6NYDo8I/AAAAAAAAABY/wHw0UqTkUNA/s1600-h/102_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280928959952036802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmg6NYDo8I/AAAAAAAAABY/wHw0UqTkUNA/s400/102_0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cedar trinket box. The bottom is lined with felt to protect any treasures you see fit to place inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box has a clear polyurethane finish on the outside but is unvarnished on the inside as this allows the wonderful aroma of the cedar to come through. The lids are on dowel pins and rotate outward. They are removable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measurements are 4 1/2" L x 4 1/2" W x 2 3/8" H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purchase price is $10 USD. Item may be purchased internationally and will be shipped through USPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic shipping (continental US/Alaska/Hawaii/territories)&lt;br /&gt;Priority mail (1 to 3 day delivery)&lt;br /&gt;Includes tracking information&lt;br /&gt;$6.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International shipping (Canada/Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;First class (varied delivery)&lt;br /&gt;$7.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International shipping (other)&lt;br /&gt;First class (varied delivery)&lt;br /&gt;$12.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ITEM DOES COME FROM A SMOKING HOME**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Purchase: Please post a comment with your email and you will be contacted to complete the transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* Posts will be edited to say *SOLD* once someone posts to purchase it. Should the purchase not go through, the post will be changed back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-8430889690409530085?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8430889690409530085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=8430889690409530085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/8430889690409530085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/8430889690409530085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/cedar-trinket-box.html' title='Cedar Trinket Box'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmg6NYDo8I/AAAAAAAAABY/wHw0UqTkUNA/s72-c/102_0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-7075718877493677011</id><published>2008-12-17T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:32:16.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Ring Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmfWWLfZqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eGyYzJ0lSUs/s1600-h/102_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280927244328330914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmfWWLfZqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eGyYzJ0lSUs/s400/102_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a ring box made from cedar. It has four slots for rings and will hold at least twenty of your precious baubles. The slots are covered with red felt so there will be no damage to your rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box has a clear polyurethane finish on the outside but is unvarnished on the inside as this allows the wonderful aroma of the cedar to come through. The lids are on dowel pins and rotate outward. They are removable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measurements are 4 1/2" L x 4 1/2" W x 2 3/8" H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purchase price is $10 USD. Item may be purchased internationally and will be shipped through USPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic shipping (continental US/Alaska/Hawaii/territories)&lt;br /&gt;Priority mail (1 to 3 day delivery)&lt;br /&gt;Includes tracking information&lt;br /&gt;$6.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International shipping (Canada/Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;First class (varied delivery)&lt;br /&gt;$7.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International shipping (other)&lt;br /&gt;First class (varied delivery)&lt;br /&gt;$12.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ITEM DOES COME FROM A SMOKING HOME**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Purchase: Please post a comment with your email and you will be contacted to complete the transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* Posts will be edited to say *SOLD* once someone posts to purchase it. Should the purchase not go through, the post will be changed back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-7075718877493677011?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7075718877493677011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=7075718877493677011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/7075718877493677011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/7075718877493677011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/cedar-ring-box.html' title='Cedar Ring Box'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmfWWLfZqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eGyYzJ0lSUs/s72-c/102_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-8596735507277033509</id><published>2008-12-17T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:29:53.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry-base Candle Globe**ITEM REMOVED**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmd2AGZI_I/AAAAAAAAABI/_hiiDcBgjZA/s1600-h/100_5819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280925589133927410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmd2AGZI_I/AAAAAAAAABI/_hiiDcBgjZA/s400/100_5819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This item is a candle globe. The base is cherry wood with a clear polyurethane finish and a rounded edge. There is a cup inset for the candle and a groove for the globe. Candle and globe are included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to costs, this item will be for domestic sale only (United States and territories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item purchase price:&lt;br /&gt;$5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USPS domestic shipping-parcel post-tracking included&lt;br /&gt;$10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* If by any chance the globe is damaged in shipping, replacements can be purchased at most housing supply stores. It will be carefully packaged though to hopefully avoid this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ITEM DOES COME FROM A SMOKING HOME**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Purchase: Please post a comment with your email and you will be contacted to complete the transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* Posts will be edited to say *SOLD* once someone posts to purchase it. Should the purchase not go through, the post will be changed back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-8596735507277033509?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8596735507277033509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=8596735507277033509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/8596735507277033509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/8596735507277033509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/cherry-base-candle-globe.html' title='Cherry-base Candle Globe**ITEM REMOVED**'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/SUmd2AGZI_I/AAAAAAAAABI/_hiiDcBgjZA/s72-c/100_5819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-3335229239066585134</id><published>2008-12-17T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:39:48.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shipping Calculation</title><content type='html'>I can't find a shipping calculator to just add here to figure shipping costs. Mama's got a little book that is to help figure those costs, but I was hoping to find something to put here so each person could figure it exactly. I guess it'll end up being done in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put something of mama's up for sale. Someone posts a comment that they want it. I guess they'd have to leave an email for contact and I could email them what the total would be for the item. Once payment is made, the item is on the way. If it's not a sale, I can edit the comments right? I can just remove that one and the item would be available again? Thinking this would work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-3335229239066585134?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3335229239066585134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=3335229239066585134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/3335229239066585134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/3335229239066585134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/shipping-calculation.html' title='Shipping Calculation'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-3789310270604119664</id><published>2008-12-17T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:05:52.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>I've no real idea how to make this place look nice. The banner is all I could customize. BUT... hopefully this will be a place I can use to help my mother sell stuff. See, mama does woodworking. She makes some really nice stuff. Her prices range from just a few dollars to several hundred so she's got something for everyone. She makes trinket boxes, candle holders, jewelry boxes, ring boxes, toy boxes, wooden toys, roll-front cabinets... all sorts of really nice stuff. She uses a variety of woods like cherry, maple, cedar, pine, oak and a few others. Hopefully over the next few weeks, things will get settled and we'll be able to get some stuff posted for sale! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-3789310270604119664?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3789310270604119664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=3789310270604119664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/3789310270604119664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/3789310270604119664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955907339701632401.post-2440725613462892985</id><published>2008-12-11T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:11:02.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Deb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://morganthepirategato.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html"&gt;http://morganthepirategato.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie is a kitty mom in Florida. She's got cancer and has limited time left. She's gotten to be friends with a lady named Lyn in England. She's the kitty mom of Alfie. Their biggest wish is to be able to meet before Deb's time is up. To try to help raise the $1200 needed to get Lyn to the United States, several members of Catster have donated items to auction off. The vast majority are cat related so if you're a kitty fan, stop on by!! The beginning bids are very reasonable and it's for a seriously good cause. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955907339701632401-2440725613462892985?l=blogbyamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2440725613462892985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6955907339701632401&amp;postID=2440725613462892985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2440725613462892985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955907339701632401/posts/default/2440725613462892985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogbyamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-deb.html' title='For Deb'/><author><name>amilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17685683349810503196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6v9LpD0pUUs/ST0YiIhVSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YtvxWOdh8aQ/S220/15407335.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
