<?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-1880160160931872808</id><updated>2012-01-24T04:34:31.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Strung Up To Sleep</title><subtitle type='html'>My chemicals left me a beautiful disaster...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2085324172248882233</id><published>2011-05-07T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:36:11.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Holy quilting! So I finished the top of my first quilt in 5 days, go me! I'm waiting for it to be top quilted right now. I started my second quilt &lt;a href="http://www.quiltville.com/scrappytrips.shtml"&gt;Scrappy Trip around the World&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Bonnie&amp;nbsp;Hunt. I'm doing it in, you guessed it, 1930s fabric. Its looking awesome! Ill post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, Vivian, my sewing machine, is feeling her age slightly. The belt that was on her is really old and dry rotted which is cause it to slip and mess my tension up. So since she is running under the weather I decided to detail her. I cleaned all the old grease, oil, finger prints and god knows what else off her, down to the cracks, then used Boys good 3M wax and put a nice solid 2 coats on. I even took my motor off so I could wax behind it, and wax the entire motor case. While I was playing with stuff and cleaning, I decided to mess with my bobbin winder which has never worked on the machine since I dug it out from under my desk. It was always gummed up and never spun correctly, just burnt the rubber gasket up. Well I added a couple drops of oil and started working it around and some gunk came out and after adding some more oil, it started working like a charm! I'm a goddamn sewing machine genius!! Now I don't have to have Lynn wind all my bobbins for me, or have to stop because all my bobbins are empty. All I have to do now is wait for my new belt and I'm all set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another list of things I learned since I started quilting:&lt;br /&gt;~I suck at sewing straight lines. For serious, its terrible. A blind man could do better.&lt;br /&gt;~ Love you iron! Better make peace with it, its going to be your best friend. I find my little travel Rowenta to be a dream come true. Fits nicely right beside Viv when I'm piecing.&lt;br /&gt;~ Good light. You can do &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;without a good light. Thank god for my clearance Ott light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2085324172248882233?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2085324172248882233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2085324172248882233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2085324172248882233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2085324172248882233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2011/05/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-510086183652636943</id><published>2011-04-24T01:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:52:32.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Oh yea, things that Ive discovered in my week quilting:&lt;br /&gt;~I love 1930's era fabric like &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.60927362.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.etsy.com/listing/22128170/american-jane-snippets-moda-fabric-charm&amp;amp;usg=__8z-qHJJuaQ1VHtP961r685-SDgQ=&amp;amp;h=1120&amp;amp;w=700&amp;amp;sz=338&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sig2=gmwQxX86iq0Ntz2uzWMStA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=ShmgNhW9TEay1M:&amp;amp;tbnh=129&amp;amp;tbnw=81&amp;amp;ei=XrezTd3qHO600QGLpIGcCQ&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Damerican%2Bjane%2Bfabric%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1596%26bih%3D682%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=118&amp;amp;vpy=43&amp;amp;dur=63&amp;amp;hovh=284&amp;amp;hovw=177&amp;amp;tx=107&amp;amp;ty=171&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;ndsp=38&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;, especially the hexagon patterns like &lt;a href="http://www.americanjane.com/products/AJP205.jpg"&gt;Merry go Round&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Hand quilting &lt;a href="http://www.quilthistory.com/study/images/P5190041.JPG"&gt;Grandma's Flower Garden Quilt&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is something I am going to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt;~Im learning to like batiks, especially the vibrant colors of the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4042479275_0d7163a727.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/caitlinsgarden/galleries/72157622873472299&amp;amp;usg=__tDna4-5x85GckgwW-UMh-K6o4WI=&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=440&amp;amp;sz=257&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=24&amp;amp;sig2=hFq-edjty3rHyo2WwDKf3w&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=7yPPBd3hvKNAZM:&amp;amp;tbnh=133&amp;amp;tbnw=117&amp;amp;ei=pending&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dbali%2Bbatik%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1596%26bih%3D682%26site%3Dsearch%26tbm%3Disch0%2C716&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=958&amp;amp;vpy=183&amp;amp;dur=171&amp;amp;hovh=239&amp;amp;hovw=211&amp;amp;tx=97&amp;amp;ty=128&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;ndsp=37&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:24,s:24&amp;amp;biw=1596&amp;amp;bih=682"&gt;bali batiks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&amp;nbsp;Im absolutley in love with Joel Dewberry's &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.fatquartershop.com/store/stores_app/images/images_499/Aviary2-Chickadee-bundle-450.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.fatquartershop.com/store/stores_app/Browse_Item_Details.asp%3Fsid%3D55144103005514%26Store_id%3D499%26page_id%3D23%26Item_ID%3D53547%26Parent_Ids%3D&amp;amp;usg=__jB0cYAznLNEn8MqItoQwFUyVFE0=&amp;amp;h=450&amp;amp;w=450&amp;amp;sz=92&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sig2=p_y0eEtMmBOSDLEklmQ_LA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=lC7J50SeOFAgBM:&amp;amp;tbnh=120&amp;amp;tbnw=120&amp;amp;ei=A7qzTZ2mEITX0QG0nbGvCQ&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dchickadee%2Baviary%2B2%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1579%26bih%3D682%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=246&amp;amp;vpy=68&amp;amp;dur=156&amp;amp;hovh=225&amp;amp;hovw=225&amp;amp;tx=128&amp;amp;ty=92&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;ndsp=40&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0"&gt;Chickadee Aviary 2&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;fabric. It is so going to be my new quilt on the bed and a bag of some sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-510086183652636943?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/510086183652636943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=510086183652636943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/510086183652636943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/510086183652636943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-yea-things-that-ive-discovered-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-8555108794760455129</id><published>2011-04-24T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:26:22.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilting, me? No way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, an awesome lady names Lynn started taking a sock class from me up at the shop. While talking, she informed me she was a quilting teacher. Now before I go further I want to admit that I had never had any interest before in quilting. I saw it as a time waster away from knitting and derby and a space hog because I couldnt possibly be asked to give up or :gasp: &lt;i&gt;share &lt;/i&gt;my yarn space with fabric. Not to mention most of the preconceived notions I had of quilting were of old ladies making ugly quilts with hideous fabric (kinda sounds like what most people think about knitting, HA!). Anyway I expressed interest in possibly learning to quilt to Lynn and she said she would be willing to trade quilting lessons for knitting lessons. Hot damn! I love bartering! She brought me quilting magazines I could pour over to get idea's about quilt styles and fabric colors and techniques. So last week Lynn took me to &lt;a href="http://www.mabelena.com/"&gt;Mabelena's&lt;/a&gt; in Ortonville and it was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn showed me all the awesome things I could make with fabric and which fabrics were good and not good for quilting. She schooled me on the art of which threads, rotary cutters, cutting mats, scissors and most important, machines were the best. She helped me pick my pattern &lt;a href="http://www.fatquartershop.com/store/stores_app/Browse_Item_Details.asp?sid=61283776&amp;amp;Store_id=499&amp;amp;page_id=23&amp;amp;Item_ID=24136&amp;amp;Parent_Ids="&gt;Yellow Brick Road&lt;/a&gt; (totally fitting and maybe a sign from the quilting gods?), and my fabric because when presented with hundreds of beautiful fabrics, I got overwhelmed, much like I do with picking my yarn colors. And I walked away a happy little camper with some gorgeous fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! What was I going to do about a sewing machine?! I didnt have one. Was my not so carefully and impulsive plan about to come crumbling down around me because of lack of the most important thing?&amp;nbsp;Shit!! Then I remembered that after a good family friend passed away, I inherited a sewing machine, which I had never actually seen because I had never taken the cover off and just put it under my desk. What&amp;nbsp;I discovered was an absolute joy. I have a &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.mlode.com/~jhooton/Spartan.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.mlode.com/~jhooton/wheeler_and_wilson%2520Detail.htm&amp;amp;usg=__dvZBSjhdfzsPOM6L0bRA8RiBx9U=&amp;amp;h=210&amp;amp;w=284&amp;amp;sz=14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sig2=gl9wjq7tYuDfzPLDw-n4fA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=bPC3cH1pHpa5fM:&amp;amp;tbnh=145&amp;amp;tbnw=198&amp;amp;ei=LquzTcv4DemV0QH4toCFCQ&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dsinger%2Bspartan%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1378%26bih%3D595%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=511&amp;amp;vpy=109&amp;amp;dur=62&amp;amp;hovh=168&amp;amp;hovw=227&amp;amp;tx=108&amp;amp;ty=108&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;ndsp=18&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:2,s:0"&gt;Singer Spartan&lt;/a&gt;, which from everything I could find on it, Spartan was Singers base model machine but it was built with all of the quality that you would expect from a Singer. The Spartan is a stripped-down model 99. It was a very basic, bare bones machine, that came without a light, without anywhere to mount a light, no decals, no carrying case and weights around 16lbs (Aka- heavier the shit!).&amp;nbsp; Despite all that, everyone agrees it is an amazing little work horse of a machine that sews beautiful seams. I fell in love with her and named her "Vivian". Viv also came with the original manual that appears to have been a service mans manual, so I got super detailed pictures on where and how to oil, take apart and put back together, etc. I did as Lynn instructed me and cleaned and oiled her before I even tried to see if she ran. And of course, she ran like a little champ right off the bat. With a little tweaking from Lynn, my stitch tension was awesome and I was on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started cutting my pieces on Monday (as in this past Monday, 5 days ago) and sewing my pieces into blocks the next day. Wednesday I skipped derby practice to stay home and quilt (hey, we won our game 3 days before so it was okay), seamed all my blocks together on Thursday and put my borders on Friday. Next week it goes off to the long arm quilter to get put together. Of course, NONE of this would of happened without Lynn's help. She was such a great teacher, and as it turns out, a great friend and surrogate mom. She has me totally hooked to quilting like a crack head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however run into a few snags along the way. Thursday night when I was sewing the final strips of blocks together I started panicking when I started coming up an inch or more short at the end of the row, blocks weren't matching up correctly (or more correctly they &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;matching and they weren't suppose too for the pattern), then I somehow came up an entire block &lt;strong&gt;short &lt;/strong&gt;at the end of the row. I finally sat back staring bewildered at the&amp;nbsp;quilt thinking "What the fuck is going on here?!?" and &lt;br /&gt;realizing it has grown any longer even after I added two rows. Now at this point Im thinking to myself I screwed this up so bad and Lynn is going to fire me as a student and my quilting days are over. Then I did what I should of done in the first place and layed my quilt out on the floor. Once it hit the floor I realized I hadnt been sewing my rows on the bottom of the quilt like I was suppose to, I was sewing them along the sides of the quilt!! Relief flooded through me and I quickly (well, not exactly &lt;em&gt;quickly) &lt;/em&gt;took the seams apart, repressed them and did it the correct way, making sure I had the correct edge of the quilt. By 10pm Thursday night, with pieces of ripped out thread in my hair and peppered all over my chest and legs, I hung the completed sewn blocks on my felt board (which is hanging over the master bath shower doors because its the only place I could find big enough to hang it) and stared in amazement at my quilt. I couldnt (and still cant) believe I had actually made it. Me, sewing, becoming a domestic goddess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-8555108794760455129?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8555108794760455129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=8555108794760455129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8555108794760455129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8555108794760455129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2011/04/quilting-me-no-way.html' title='Quilting, me? No way'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5327412691071553238</id><published>2010-12-25T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:46:39.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jesus</title><content type='html'>Well, Im playing around on the new laptop thinking to myself "I need to start blogging again". Since Ive gained like, a million pounds, Im going on a healthy kick for the new year. Rita and I signed up for a Planet Fitness membership and we are doing The Biggest Loser through her work.&amp;nbsp;Rita and I are a couple of fat chicks who want to get &lt;em&gt;healthy&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;skinny&lt;/em&gt;. Big difference. Our goal is to, of course, slim down, but to be overall healthier in our everyday choices. We want to also tone our bodies up to better help our derby game. Our goal is to become kick ass Derbots.&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided to document my progress on my blog. Hopefully it will serve as something I can look back on and see where Im having problems, etc. So Im saying Goodbye back fat and hello flat tummy!&lt;br /&gt;Gaining weight has really been a problem for me these last 6 months due to depression. I couldnt understand why I wasnt interested in derby or knitting&amp;nbsp;anymore and why all I wanted to do was sleep ALL day, everyday. When I finally figured it out, I was 30 lbs heavier and feeling like a tub of lard. &lt;br /&gt;So Im taking back my life and being healthier in order to be a better person is what I plan on doing. I know Ill struggle at first, but I can do it. I didnt realize just &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; out of shape I was till last week when we go to Jackson Hole, WY to ski. I had to walk up about 30 steps in my ski boots and winter gear to get to the base of the mountain (in all honesty, not that far of a walk for a regular, in shape person), and by the time I got to the base, I was sweating like a whore in church and was gasping for breath. It was a rude awakening just how out of shape I really was. There were times skiing in Jackon Hole when I had to stop and catch my breath, especially the higher I went, because I was so out of shape. It was downright embaressing. I mean, Im suppose to be an athelete&amp;nbsp; who plays derby. In truth, Im sucking major air and have fresh meat passing me by.&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of being ashamed and grossed out by myself. Its time to do something about it. This year will be a good one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5327412691071553238?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5327412691071553238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5327412691071553238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5327412691071553238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5327412691071553238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-jesus.html' title='Happy Birthday Jesus'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1499720099198871419</id><published>2010-07-30T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:38:24.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot fun in the Summer Time</title><content type='html'>Ah, what an awesome summer its been so far...well for the most part. Other then my intestines feeling like their going to explode, its been a great summer. We've been on the lake wakeboarding as mush as possible and thats been super fun. I got new bindings for my board this summer, some Ronix Relik's and Im in love with them. Ive been using Shauns Murray board and I love it. Its so light!! Its like there is nothing attached to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my intestines hate me so much. I havent been able to skate for about a month :(&amp;nbsp; Its taking everything I have to get out of bed and go to work. Doctors still dont know whats wrong but Ive been in for a CAT Scan (dont have results yet) and ultrasounds, but nothing thus far. As twisted as it sounds, Im really hoping its acutally &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;instead of nothing, because its its nothing, it means I have one of the most severe case's of IBS my doctors ever seen. If its something, they can fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-1499720099198871419?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1499720099198871419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=1499720099198871419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1499720099198871419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1499720099198871419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2010/07/hot-fun-in-summer-time.html' title='Hot fun in the Summer Time'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-6428494274340227489</id><published>2010-04-17T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:15:48.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Change?</title><content type='html'>Impending doom is looming over my world and dispite what anyone says, there isnt anything I can do about it. I feel a large change about to take place and I can only sit back, hold on and say "Holy fuck, this sucks but at least Im not being eaten by great white sharks". (even though if I could choose&amp;nbsp;an animal to get eaten by, it would totally&amp;nbsp;be a fucking Great White Shark!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I cant be funny or think of something funny because everything I know is about to change. What a downer, damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-6428494274340227489?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6428494274340227489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=6428494274340227489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6428494274340227489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6428494274340227489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2010/04/death-by-change.html' title='Death by Change?'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-3942679813729130025</id><published>2010-04-16T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:19:46.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck, I need to Keep this Shit Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, Ive decided Im going to try and keep my blog updated even if its useless bullshit. After a long lull and absense from blogging due to procrastination and lack of sibstance, Ive been inspired again to blog by &lt;a href="http://www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, which is Allie Brosh's blog. She is seriously a fucking literary genius (and if you dont think so, I'll set your house on fire. Kindding. Maybe). It was like a sign from Jebus and a chorus of retarded angels parted and started singing when I read her blog. I was all like "Holy fucking shit! Someone else thinks exactly like I do, thats fucking awesomeness!!!" but then I was like "Wait a minute, does this mean that&lt;em&gt; she&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;?" then I got worried and thought "Do I have a sister out there I dont know about, is she more awesome then I am? I mean, my moms was kinda of ho back in the day, but that was the times (dont fucking judge her! Thats my job assholes!)" then paranoia "Oh my god, she has stolen all of my awesomeness from our gene pool, is my evil, genius twin and left me to just be the retarded polish one, FUCK!!! Bitch!!". Then reality kicked back in and I was like "Wait, she is fucking awesomeness to the power of ninty elebinty!!!". Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Im sitting here trying to think of something serious and interesting to say but I cant because I have no attention span right now, Im doing 3 things at once, Facebooking, searching Etsy for vintage knitting things, and trying to type this. Im failing. Im thinking I need to search out new layouts for my blog because this one is really old and I cant do awesome one work links with this format Im using now, at least I dont think I can. I am computer retarded. Anyone know how? I'll have to see what I can do. I also hate how this format loads pictures on here. I can only put pictures on certain spots, and that piss's me off. I cant put them where I want them so my blog flows nice and they way I see it in my head, it flows all fucked up and choppy the way the stupid ass computer wants it. Blah! Commie ass computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I made derby signs today and there totally awesome and that made me happy :) Our sister leaugue, the Muskegon Skee Town Skirtz are playing Mid-Michigan Derby Girls tomorrow and Im so prepared to watch the Skirtz kill Mis-Mich. My signs are full of kick assness and its going to be a great game. Flints last home bout is this Sunday. Im kinda happy its our last home game and kind of sad. Happy because my poor body needs a break from getting the shit kicked out of me by all the fucking butch chicks with dicks, amazon bitchlings. (sorry if your a chick with a dick, thats totally cool as long as you dont check me in the face during a bout, that sucks and hurts) And sad because I no longer get to go hit bitches every weekend. I mean I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; get to hit bitch's, but those bitch's are my teammates and its just different and not has fun as hitting a total stranger. Its like molesting them, only with consent, and its all okay after and everyone is happy and you get to walk away and never see them again so you dont have they weird ass akwardness that follows. I love Roller Derby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I feel drunk because Im so tired so Im going to bed. Please dont die while Im asleep. I would be sad. Im leaving you with an awesome picture of my derby alter-ego JackHerUp Rabbit #10-4 because Im a badass and thats how I roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/S8k2TkxDUKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cUmdS3EO9eU/s1600/Rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460955733078266018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/S8k2TkxDUKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cUmdS3EO9eU/s320/Rabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-3942679813729130025?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3942679813729130025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=3942679813729130025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3942679813729130025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3942679813729130025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-i-need-to-keep-this-shit-up.html' title='Fuck, I need to Keep this Shit Up'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/S8k2TkxDUKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cUmdS3EO9eU/s72-c/Rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2524735884630589979</id><published>2009-09-08T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:42:59.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Wins Again...</title><content type='html'>Yea, Tony Schumacher won US Nationals &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;for the 8th time tieing Big Daddy Don Garlits for the most winningest Top fuel driver. I swear, drag racing was against me yesterday. Why does it hate me so? Why does it allow Satan Tony to win even though Allen Johnson is no longer his crew chief? Why oh why? At least Ashley Force won in Funny Car becoming the first female to EVER win a US National in history in Funny Car so that was awesome. What was even more awesome was her dad, John Force almost kicking Tony Pedregons ass for talking shit about John Force Racing, right after Ashley kicked his ass racing!! It was pretty intense and funny to watch. God I love drag racing!! US Nationals is, after all, the most important race of the entire year and a win there means more to drivers then winning over all championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then racing not much else is going on. My mouth finally stopped hurting from getting my teeth pulled, but I still have super annoying holes in my mouth that catch food and from what I hear, this lasts for a while, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Flint Journal for Roller Derby in August. &lt;a href="http://blog.mlive.com/higher-education/2009/08/the_flint_roller_derby_girls_a.html"&gt;http://blog.mlive.com/higher-education/2009/08/the_flint_roller_derby_girls_a.html&lt;/a&gt; Im obviously the one in the pink with the green plaid helmet with my name captioned next to the picture. Its a horrific picture of me. NO ONE looks good bent over in pads and my face looks huge and swollon because it is, I had had my wisdom teeth pulled two weeks before and that was the first practice back that I could get my mouth guard in without tearing out my stitches out and the the swelling allowed me too. I was also in The Grand Blanc View last week &lt;a href="http://viewnewspapers.net/moxie2/Scene/flint-city-derby-girls-ge.shtml"&gt;http://viewnewspapers.net/moxie2/Scene/flint-city-derby-girls-ge.shtml&lt;/a&gt; The pictures too small to see but Im there and Im quoted at the very end. She put in exactly what I wanted her too. As being one of the heads of Promotions Committee for Flint City Derby Girls, its really important I get the word out about all the great things we do for our city and out community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I need to sleep because I have derby practice tomorrow and Boys going to kick my ass during it because, of yea, he's our coach. Coach Nazi, and we love him for it!! But I need my sleep. It takes alot out of me and out first real Bout is this Sunday at Rollhaven at 6pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2524735884630589979?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2524735884630589979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2524735884630589979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2524735884630589979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2524735884630589979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/09/devil-wins-again.html' title='The Devil Wins Again...'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-6432646366532623771</id><published>2009-07-18T10:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:38:53.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Please cut my head off</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say that laying awake in the chair this morning watching the fish tank come alive with the rising of the sun was as magical and breath taking as last time, but something is seriously missing when your wishing someone would cut your head of and the only thing taking away you breath is pain. Shall I explain? I had my 3 wisdom teeth pulled yesterday. It wasnt such a wonderful night and itsnt turning into a glorious day. I layed awake in pain and nauseousness most of the night and it seems like everytime I did fall alseep, my alarm would go off to take more shitty pain pills that didnt work because for the first 12 hours I couldnt take good stuff cuz I had, had too much anesthesia. So finally after feeling sick to my stomach and in ALOT of pain, I ate a piece of bread with the add of water, took a big boy pill and fell asleep for a couple hours. Then my alarm went off for more pills and I couldnt sleep after that so I watched fish and started re-reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. OH, and did I mention I wasnt allowed to sleep up stairs which was why I was in the chair in the first place? Yea, had to keep my head elevated. Which turned out to be a good idea cuz I couldnt lay on the side of my face if you paid me. Thank god for my over stuffed velure airline pillow. Its the only thing that supports my neck and doesnt press into my ever so sore cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the funny part. Boy was I HIGH off my ass yesterday, oh my good lord. I dont know WHAT they gave me but geez. I remember the nursing giving me Nitrious Oxicide and asking how I felt and in honestly I was getting a little paranoid and panicky from that feeling, but I told her if she was giving it too me because she thought I was going to freak out when they put the IV in I would be fine, Im not afraid of needles. She "Oh, okat, we'll just give you more oxygen then" and after that I felt better. Then the doctor came in, put my IV in and I remember NOTHING after that. The next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery chair talking to Boy about marriage (scary!!). And could of sworn he was laughing at me. But the car ride home made me a little nauseous and then Boy had to practically hold me up to get me in the house I was so high. And while him and his mom where trying to figure out where to put me, I just layed down on the stairs and closed my eyes. Apparently I couldnt be bothered. But I was soon moved to the couch with the aid of Boy and I was out. I woke up to a note on my knee's saying he was next door working on the car and call him if I needed him and my cell in my lap. When he finally got home I asked him how my face looked and he told me to close my mouth, that he already wasnt feeling good. I didnt get it. It wasnt until I got into the bathroom and looked at myself that I realize that he ment. All my teeth were cover in dry caked blood along with some wet, my gauze was soaked red with blood. It looks like someone beat the shit out of me with a bat, and felt just the same, only half my face literally was still frozen then. I pulled my gauze out, rinsed my mouth the best I would, wipped my teeth off the best I could too and packed myself back with gauze. I was still scared at 6 this morning when if you went directly to the middle of my lower lip, drew a line down to my chin, everything to the right of it was &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; numb. I was begining to think the doc. fucked up. But by 10am I could feel it so everything was ok. The swelling isnt as bad as I thought it was going to be and the pain could be 10 times worse, but it still sucks major ass all the same. Now Im just chillin, about to attempt to do some knitting and read HP Half Blood Prince. And for the faint of heart, you may want to skip the pictures. For those of you that know me I just HAD to take them. I had to sneak my camera while still high, while Boy was in the shower. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me showing off mai bloody grill                                           AH, up close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHpANYQQMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/S60Uq77u5pQ/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821221348262082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHpANYQQMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/S60Uq77u5pQ/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHph4XsE7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uvhYX3HKy5A/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821799824298930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHph4XsE7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uvhYX3HKy5A/s320/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody tongue with a clog I think.                      Blue Steal with a half dead face, but I tried!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHp6N4ttiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fvZtWEixGy4/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359822217916823074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHp6N4ttiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fvZtWEixGy4/s320/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHqQUBDCvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aSioTURn20k/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359822597519510258" style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHqQUBDCvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aSioTURn20k/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1880160160931872808-6432646366532623771?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6432646366532623771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=6432646366532623771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6432646366532623771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6432646366532623771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-please-cut-my-head-off.html' title='Someone Please cut my head off'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SmHpANYQQMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/S60Uq77u5pQ/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2701048750228141408</id><published>2009-03-16T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:15:47.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well You Know</title><content type='html'>Not too much happening round my parts. Boy and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary on Friday. He took me to Bennihana's, which to be completely honest, doesnt feel special anymore because we go there so much, but none the less, it was still a nice dinner out with him. I wanted to go roller skating too, but his neck was hurting really bad so we didnt go. Oh well, he made up for it later :winkwink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I threw my back out this weekend. My lower back is &lt;em&gt;killing&lt;/em&gt; me. I thought it was hurting because maybe I was going to start my period, but its been three days and no period, but still a killing back. I spent all day yesterday laying on the floor in the fish room on a heating pad with my feet up on my knitting chair watching the fish tank. The tank actuallyt looks cool as hell upside down, the water is mezmorizing from that angle. And the fish kept staring at me like, what the fuck are you doing down there, and feed us. Eventually after 3 hours they lost intrest in me and did there own thing. I didnt sleep well because it was hurting so bad, and Ive come close to ODing on Advil yesterday and today (but not really), and Im chillin' with the heating pad right now, and it still hurts. I just dont know WHAT I did. And yes it hurt before I got my freak on with Boy friday night, so that wasnt what did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNitting wise, Im still plugging along for my Master Knitting. Cathy has told me that on Wednesdays she wants me knitting my master knitting stuff from 2-4p to set a good example. I told her if she was going to &lt;em&gt;twist&lt;/em&gt; my arm about sitting there and knitting while getting paid, I guess I have no choice. My job is just &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; tough I tell yea. I also turned the heels and picked up the gussets for my 2 socks on DPN's last night. Suprisingly, it was actually really easy. I like my students are going to be totally okay with doing it. Its not that confusing at all. Im doing the gusset decresses right now. They should be done by next week. Im also casted on a felted tote using the Lizard Ridge blanket pattern from Knitty. Its gonna look so bad ass when Im done. Im also doing a class on that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, things are good I would say. except for this shit ass back crap which is for the god damn birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2701048750228141408?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2701048750228141408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2701048750228141408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2701048750228141408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2701048750228141408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-you-know.html' title='Well You Know'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2655613896143661393</id><published>2009-03-04T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:40:57.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woolgirl Sockclub 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>Got my first package of the year today for Woolgirls sock club and let me tell you am I excited as all get out!!! Jen has totally done it again. Alot of people didnt sign up again this year because the price was raised, but I trusted Jen when she said it would be worth it and I paid up, and let me tell you, IT WAS WORTH IT!!! The first shipment contained &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cashmere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sock yarn!!! Oh my fucking god, totally worth it right there!!! Also came with a kickass pen (which will now be my planner/check pen), some yummy lilac lotion Ive already used and love, some chocolate Im going to give Boy because, well, I dont like chocolate, a great Latern Moon sock bag, a cute card and calendar magnet. She also put in our fun contest questions which I hurried up and answered and submited because if I win I get $50 worth of Woolgirl goodness. I cant pass that up!!! Jen is also doing another sock club, The Wizard of Oz sock club....and your goddamn right Im doing it!! How could I not?!?!? Its one for my favorite movies, I wouldnt miss it for the world. With this one you can pick and choose which months you want to do, but not me, Im doing the whole thing. I dont want to miss a single month. :GEEEEE: So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a shitty note, I finally figured out what I was allergic to on my face. Its my fucking makeup remover. My eyelids and around my eyes were itching so bad yesterday and it got worse after I washe dmy makeup (which is somethign I do &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt; as soon as I get home) so finally I couldnt deal with the itching so I put Caladryl on my eyelids and around them and went to bed. When I woke up this morning I could bearely opne my left eye. I knew it was going to be ugly, I didnt want to sit up and look in the mirror. But I did, and I looked like Sloth from the Goonies. It was horrible. My lids, especially my left one, was all swollen and looked fluid filled. They were so big they were hanging over my eyelashes and making it hard to open my left eye. So needles to say no makeup today. I wore a hat and ate allergy pills all day to help with the swelling. And Im going to be getting new makeup remover. Its new and its Neutragena, and the next person that tells me "Oh, its hypoallergenic, that cant be it" I'll seriously punch in the face. Its apparently not fucking hypoallergentic for me, just look at my goddamn face you tawt! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy drove me down to Heritage Spinning in Lake Orion this evening which was really nice. We pulled the new Corvette out for the first time this year from its hibernating spot in the heated garage (stupid spoiled fucking car). I needed a certain yarn for my masters knitting that they carried and I called him and asked if he wanted to go with me since we have been fighting lately because I havent been home and we havent spent anytime together (but we made up last night finally...SEX!!!!). It was a nice drive down and he was a real trooper in the yarn shop. He just stands there real quite and follows me around. I ended up getting two hanks of this Shepards wool in a cream/white. Its a local Michigan yarn and its so devinely soft and wonderful and just a pleasure to knit with. But beyond that I needed it because its nice and lofty and hides little mistakes well in my swatches and thats what I needed. I also got some handspun, hand dyed sock yarn from Heritage themselfs, and a really cool shawl pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im designing a hat pattern for a lady at the store. She came in with a newspaper and said she wanted a pattern of the hat some chick in the paper was wearing. I said we didnt have &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; like that but it was an easy pattern and she should be able to figure it out easily. She said she was a new knitter and couldnt do that. I told her, give me 10 minutes and I could have a pattern written up for it and a couple days to have it knitted up. She was dumbfounded. I guess I just have a knack. So its my first design and were going to sell it at the store. I personally hate the hat and would never wear it, as funny as that is, but people love shit like this. I'll post pictures when Im done. The first wont look &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; because Im double stranding some acrylic just to get the pattern details down on paper, but then I'll do it up nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2655613896143661393?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2655613896143661393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2655613896143661393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2655613896143661393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2655613896143661393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/03/woolgirl-sockclub-2009.html' title='Woolgirl Sockclub 2009!!!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5433073048730478160</id><published>2009-02-27T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:15:07.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swatch You!!</title><content type='html'>OMG, these master knitter swatches are killing me! I ripped my first swatch out 8 fucking times!! The knitting nazi's of the TKGA are going to be the death of me, I swear to god. I did &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; finish a swatch though and Im halfway through another. I think alot of my wonkiness will be blocked out thank god. And if it isnt, then I guess my ass is re-knitting it. Progress I say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other fronts, my goodies from Esty are slowly trickling in :giddygiggles: I got in a vintage green knit sweater today, and a skirt and funny t-shirt. I also got in this kick ass hat, and custom KPO needle holder. I'll have to take some pictures and show you guys. And all my vintage charms for my charm bracelet are slowly coming in too. And Im about to get some really cute knit sweaters for super dumb cheap tonight too. You cant beat the prices and I wear the crap out of my sweaters so its totally worth it too me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Im going to go watch House and knit on some socks because if I have to look at MK swatches anymore today, I'll throw up and punch someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5433073048730478160?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5433073048730478160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5433073048730478160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5433073048730478160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5433073048730478160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/02/swatch-you.html' title='Swatch You!!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5167238615541741596</id><published>2009-02-20T02:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:48:13.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Yoda, This Master Knitta's Comin' Ovah!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is the first day I partake on my journey into Master Knitting and truely becoming the knitting Yoda. Cathy ordered the Level 1 Hand Knitting from TKGA for me and I got the email today. I printed everything out read through it and jesus christ, these people are fucking nazi's about knitting. They take all the fun out of knitting, I swaer to god. The ar einstructing me done to the size &lt;em&gt;box&lt;/em&gt; I mail my binder to them is. And every swatch has to be perfect and if they so much as dont like my yarn color, they can send me back my &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; level 1 binder and make me start all over again. WHat the FUCK have I gotten myself into? Thankfully there is no time line on how long you have to complete the program. But there kind of is for me. I have a year to complete all 3 levels or I'll have to pay Cathy back for it, which isnt bad because the programes only $300 total I believe, but I would really prefer not to have to pay her back. And if I do complete the entire program and become one of the elite few to be a Master Knitter I can get a raise at woork and charge more for classes :Yeehaaa!: So far Cathy, Julie, Carol, maye Carrie and I are all goig to do the Master Kntting program toegtehr. we are going to try to meet twice a month to keep each other motivated because level one is soooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I would chronical my journey through the Masters program here. So far Ive started swatch 1 which is a simple K1P1 rib for 2.5" then garder for 4". Im using a Ella Rae's Classic wool in Baby Blue-ish for all my stuff and size 7 Addi's. Hopefully nothing will come back to me. I will be PISSED if it does. Okay, going to bed, its almost 3am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5167238615541741596?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5167238615541741596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5167238615541741596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5167238615541741596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5167238615541741596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-yoda-this-mater-knittas-comin-ovah.html' title='Hey Yoda, This Master Knitta&apos;s Comin&apos; Ovah!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-4028442261852800887</id><published>2009-02-17T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:51:13.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummer Soapies!!</title><content type='html'>I just placed a wonderful order at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5008693"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5008693&lt;/a&gt; , which is Naiad Soap Arts. And if you've never been there or ordered anything, you must go and check it out and order the wonderfulness that is Naiad's. Erin has the best stuff Ive ever seen and she makes them all herself, everything is all natural and almost everything is vegan people freindly (not that I care about vegans). My favorite chapstick comes from there, her SPF 15 Cocoa Butter Lip Balm which I first got from one of my Woolgirl Sock Club packages last summer and I took it to Norway with me and Ive been nursing it and loving it ever since. Its just awesome stuff. I was only going to order lip balm, but them Erin added a ton of new stuff to the site &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;sent out a Valentines day coupon (because she rocks!)So I ended up ordering:&lt;br /&gt;4~SPF 15 Cocoa Butter Lip Balms&lt;br /&gt;1~Cherry Peppermint Lip Balm&lt;br /&gt;1~Half Bar Tuberose Moss Shea butter soap&lt;br /&gt;1~Lemon Creme Body sugar cubes&lt;br /&gt;1~Tea tree Oil Facial soap&lt;br /&gt;1~Wasabi Shave soap&lt;br /&gt;1~Moss shave soap&lt;br /&gt;1~Custom lilac room spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for just getting lip balm. But the Lemon Body sugars will exfoliate my face finally since its all dry and using a pumice stone on your face is really a bad idea, trust me, I know. And the Tea Tree Oil soap will be great to help wash makeup off my face without clogging pours and making it nasty, the Tuberose will simply make me smell devine and the shave soaps all have special clay stuff in them to help smooth my skin and lather up for a wonderful shaving expirence. And the custom Lilac spray, she making it just for me because I asked, how fucking cool is that? I told you she rocks! Im gonna use it for the car and maybe for me. I decided to spoil myself. And the best part? All those hand made, all natural goodies I got fort under $50!! You cant beat that dude, Im tell you. Check the site out. You wont be sorry. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-4028442261852800887?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4028442261852800887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=4028442261852800887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4028442261852800887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4028442261852800887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/02/yummer-soapies.html' title='Yummer Soapies!!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-154370514090532</id><published>2009-02-16T01:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:09:58.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Show and Toxic Gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SZkRNZZuaAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HWW3KpbL8hc/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303288958060226562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SZkRNZZuaAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HWW3KpbL8hc/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy is trying to kill me right now with some toxic ass farts, I kid you not. He is sound asleep, but every couple minutes toxicness comes waffing my way. I want to cough, but I cant because I dont want to wake his dumb ass up, but damn. Im dying over here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went to the boat show today down at Cobo. All and all it was a shitty boat show, thank god we got free tickets because I wouldnt of paid to get into there. But on the plus side I did get some cool stuff. Boy got me a 2006 Shaun Murray 133 wakeboard that was origanally $500 for $75 cash (hell fucking yes!!!) for our anniversery next month. You cant beat that deal with a stick. I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; have my own board, and its one of the very best at that too. Then I also got myself a wakebaord bag so I can lug my board, gloves, lifejacket, suits, ropes, etc. around with me in one nice neat bag that was originally like $120 and I got them down to $75 also which was nice. I also got myself a new pair of wakeboarding gloves that actually fit me so I dont destroy my hands and get HUGE blisters. And it just so happens that while I was there, Shaun Murray, whose board Boy had just bought me, was there and was hanging out at the Silver Spray booth which is that place where we bought our Nautique at and where our slip is at (Silver Lake). So I sat down and chatted with him and told him how I loved his Detention 2012 movie and that his yellow helmet from the movie was the inspiration behind Danger Jessica. I explained the whole story of Danger Jessica and he thought it was an awesome story and asked if I had posted any clips on Youtube yet and I said no, just pictures for now. He gave me his email addy and said I should do some clips and email him the links. Then he asked if he could sign my board "To Danger Jessica" and I said totally, that would be killer. So he did. Its fucking awesome. Shaun Murray was way cool and really down to earth and not a total dick face like alot of the other pro guys. He was just your regular guy. And he sat down and pointed out all the cool shit on the bottom of my board he drew and what it ment and &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;was cool. I told him how much I paid for the board and he gave me a high five and said that was killer getting it for that cheap. I though he might be mad or something, but he was happy that I saved money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all it was a kick ass day. Hung out with a dope pro wakeboader who signed my board, and got a bunch of new shit just for me for the new wake season. I cant wait to get on the lake now....with my yellow helmet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-154370514090532?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/154370514090532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=154370514090532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/154370514090532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/154370514090532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/02/boat-show-and-toxic-gas.html' title='Boat Show and Toxic Gas'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SZkRNZZuaAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HWW3KpbL8hc/s72-c/DSC00253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5633014268987341220</id><published>2009-02-08T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:41:14.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back...for now...</title><content type='html'>Yea, yea, yea, its been awhile. I dont want to hear it. I have other more important things you could yell at me about, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the first day of the season for drag racing!! How fucking exciting. Hooray for Pomona!! Although its appears that almost no one has sponsors this season. Especially my favorite racer, Melanie Troxel, who is a Funny Car driver. And since the devil, Tony Schumacher, lost his secret weapon Alan Johnson because AJ got his own team this year, HE IS GOING DOWN!! Your evil rein of terror is over you bastard!! HA!! We finally have something to watch on sunday nights too. TV has become so painful its not even worth watching anymore. Except for channel 111 on my TV, which is ID, Investigative Discovery. Im so addicted to it, its like my crack. Its all murder shows and serial killer profiles. Im loving it. Its so my thing, my cup of tea. Those are my favorite kinds of shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Im still working and teaching at the yarn shop and Im still loving it. I love going to my job everyday. Im so lucky to have a job that I love going to. I mean, how much better does it get then to get up everyday, go to an awesome job, and get paid to do something and teaching something I love? I'll tell you. It doesnt get much better then that. If you hate your job then it sucks to be you. Dont hate be because you have a shitty job. You should worry less about hating me and just be thankful you still have a damn job in the first place okay you dumahopper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in some sad news, my really good friend Julie, or better said my best friend up here in the GB, found out she has stage 4 non-hodgkins lymphoma. Her 4th treatment of her first series of chemo is coming up this friday. She only has 2 more after this for this series and hopefully this takes care of it for the next 5-8 years, or so we can hope since lymphoma isnt curable and its already in her marrow. It was reallyt hard to take at first. I finally found someone that I get close with and get along with up here and she has to go and start dieing on me, WTF!! And its also not just that. Its the fact that she has three kids, her youngest being 7, a great husband who loves her and that she is a great person and she does everything right. So tell me why someone like that has to get this stupid illness, when there are so many other pieces of shit out there that seriously dont even derserve to breath, like my biological dad, who get to keep on living being healthy. Thats total bullshit. But I make the best of it. I dont show how bad it really hurts and sucks because she doesnt need it. Trust me, she is living it first hand, she knows how bad it hurts and sucks. And when the day comes when she finally says "Enough", Im not going to blame her. Are you? No, Im going to be by her side, holding her hand telling her she was braver then anyone should ever have to be, and that its okay to go and finally be out of pain. Thats what a true friend does. Then Im going to steal her yarn ;) What! She told I could so fuck off, dont judge me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5633014268987341220?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5633014268987341220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5633014268987341220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5633014268987341220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5633014268987341220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-backfor-now.html' title='Im Back...for now...'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-8025579949671493477</id><published>2008-09-14T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:55:18.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Its Been A While</title><content type='html'>It was brought to my attention (thanks Julie) that I 1)Havent been here in a while 2) havent told you guys whats been going on with Mister, my duck. All things on the duck front are great. He still doesnt have half of the top part of his bill and never will, but he is fine. He can eat on his own and prean himself pretty decent for the most part and he can still bite (fucker!). He also lost half of his total body weight when it happend, and when you only weigh 5 lbs to begin with that tricky. But he has gained it all back and looks like his big fat self again. We do however still hand feed him twice a day just to make sure he is getting enough food, and we bath him once a week with baby shampoo to make sure he is clean since he cant clean himself as well as he used to be able to. But all in all, he is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got a job. Im working up at Ewe to You Yarns where I live. Im teaching sock classes up there and puttering around and Im fucking loving it. Im getting paid to do what I love. It seriously doesnt get any fucking better then that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now its raining. Its been raining for a couple days now as a result of all the hurricans and I swear, we are going to drown. There is a lake in my back yarn. Pretty soon Im going to be able to wakeboard back there, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, be got a boat! A 2000 Sport Nautique but it has the factory ballists and tower so technically its an Air Nautique. And its purple!! Not my color of choice, but whatever. Boy and I have used the shit out of it. I was the first to get hurt on it, of course. Knocked myself out cold after a jump when the board came up and hit me in the back of the head. Then like a moron I went again and fell, again, and gave myself whiplash. Ended up throwing up for 4 days before I went to the ER. Turned out by then all I had bad a bad concussion. Good thing I didnt go in sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-8025579949671493477?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8025579949671493477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=8025579949671493477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8025579949671493477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8025579949671493477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-been-while.html' title='Well Its Been A While'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5975620225043880395</id><published>2008-06-27T15:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:37:20.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lady Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SGVBZIl9RaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hoJpZ6KHyyE/s1600-h/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216647643437811106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SGVBZIl9RaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hoJpZ6KHyyE/s320/DSC03148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SGVBPQYlvlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bTfb1q2NNFc/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216647473730534994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SGVBPQYlvlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bTfb1q2NNFc/s320/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, its been awhile since I've written, Im sorry. Im partaking in one of my guilty pleasures right now ( and no, not that pleasure you sicko). Im watching A Haunting on Discovery. I love that show. I like scaring myself, its fun. It also gives me the much needed adrenaline rush I crave. The other night I was watching it at 1am and I ended up scaring myself. I was freaked out and I didnt want to leave the couch to go up stairs. Im such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started the February Lady Sweater. Its an awesome pattern, I love it. I really want to make another one after I finish this one in cotten, in wool for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/february-lady-sweater"&gt;http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/february-lady-sweater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my Nameste bags from Ewe-To You Yarns in Grand Blanc. I love them. I got the Malibu, the Laguna and the Newport. They are a bit stinky from the pleather, so I have them stuffed with dryer sheets to help defunk them. I really hope it works. They stink.&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/1880160160931872808-5975620225043880395?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5975620225043880395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5975620225043880395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5975620225043880395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5975620225043880395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-lady-sweater.html' title='My Lady Sweater'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SGVBZIl9RaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hoJpZ6KHyyE/s72-c/DSC03148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-990433303365831187</id><published>2008-06-11T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:47:24.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>So I got this email last night from my mom. I have no idea what made this come about (other then watching Hope Floats). I have no idea what to think about it. I, for once, am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could go back home and find what I was looking for or lost. I amsorry for what I put you thru looking for..... Looking for myself. I messedup a lot and I just tried to get the money to get us what your daddy neverhelped with. I just wanted the best for you. I hope you understand. I am soPROUD of you yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I gave you what I could, eventhough it wasn't always the best. But, you turned out to be the best personthat ever happened to me. The BEST person I ever knew. I am so glad I wasstrict with you, even though you hated me. I just always wanted the bestfor you. I will always be THANKFUL for having you. I guess this moviebrings out some sappy things in me. Thanks for remembering watching thismovie with me. I love Sandra Bullock in this. Reminds me of the way I wasso many years ago. Only I was a loser. My life never ended like hers. Howsilly I am. It's a movie. But movies sometimes relate to life. My Mom wasnever like hers though. Maybe that's why I'm sad. I don't know. Just loveme for how I tried. Ok! I Love you so much and am so proud of you! I wish Ihad done as much as you at your age. It was reallly sad when she went tosee her daddy and he didn't know her, but remembered her from a picture. Imiss my Daddy after that part.Ok, enough mushy stuff from me. We'll talk before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;Love Mom&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Im not sure if she was drunk or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-990433303365831187?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/990433303365831187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=990433303365831187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/990433303365831187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/990433303365831187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2506517974265467945</id><published>2008-05-27T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:14:54.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad or Not?</title><content type='html'>Things have been really stressed around the house. With the duck getting attacked, racing season starting, Motor City Knits launching, Boys job, things are just crazy. Even though things have been crazy, I found time to read a box called "Riding The Bus With My Sister". For those of you how dont know about it, its a real life story about a women and her struggles with dealing with her mentally challanged sister. Reading it helped me understand that Im not the only one who gets frustrated with a mentally challanged family memeber. So here is my point: Boy's sister is mentally challanged. Some days she is totally on her game and you would never know that there was something wrong. Then other times she it so stupid (its what we call it when she is have an off day. We dont actually call her stupid) and she can bearly get out of bed, get dressed or tie her own shoes. She also has wild mood swings. One minute she loves you, then next you on her shit list and you dont exsist in her world. Its so annoying because when your on her shit list she is a totally BITCH and it will driving you nuts. Case in point, when we were at the race track she was filming Boys pass and when I asked her if she got footage she said no. Then 10 mintures later she staanding there showing Boy and his friend the footage she hhad gotten. When I walked upped the clip was just ending and she was like "Oops, its over" and slapped the side screen closed. I was pissed. Really pissed. I dont care if she gets attitude with me at home, but when she pulls this shit at the race track in's &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;unacceptable and she knows better. I know it may not sound like  much, but added with all the other little tud's she gives you on any given day for no reason, makes you just flat out pissed. Boy was like "Are you fighting with a retarded person?" I guess yes. She is very hard and annoying to deal with. When she gets her attitude, she is impossible to be around because you want to just smack her up side her head. She is also a repeater when she talks so she says stuff twice. In a convo, its enough to make you mad. But the worst is her lying. My god does that women tell some lies. You can never believe what she says be 50% or more is lies.&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a bad person to be annoyed with a metallt challenged person? There are just days I dont want to talk on ends about horses with her, I just feel bad being annoyed with her, when its not her fault. I know she cant help it, but somedays she is so normal and your like Yesss! She is in this world today. Then on her bad days she'll drive you fucking crazy&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. I just feel bad about it. My couch meds are kicking in so Im fading. I'll touch more on this tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2506517974265467945?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2506517974265467945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2506517974265467945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2506517974265467945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2506517974265467945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-or-not.html' title='Bad or Not?'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7017669854606950112</id><published>2008-05-22T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:23:14.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick pantie change...</title><content type='html'>I dont know what the hell has been up, but I have been having some just overtly sexual dreams lately. I cant understand. Every morning I wake up drenched in sweat and wet from a true life wet dream. Now dont get me wrong, Im not complaining one bit. Who would complain about something like that? I dont even need to be &lt;em&gt;awake&lt;/em&gt; to have an orgasm, its fucking awesome! I just cant understand  why Im having them so much lately. My sex life is great. I wonder if its just a change in hormones or something. Whatever it is, is strange, but Im not gonna wish it away. It stay as long as it wants :grin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the duck front, everything is great. He is eating all by himself, even though we are still feeding him by hand 4 times a day to make sure he is getting enough food. He has started playing and quaking again. I was standing downstairs with my back to his cage and I feel a pinch on my back and on my arm. I turn around and that little shit had his head between the bars biting me!!! I started chasing him in the cage and he was quaking and playing with me and it reassured me that he was definatly getting better. That and he is eating and drinking on his own and his beak is healing wonderfully. It doesnt even occur to him that anything is wrong with him. Its great. My female, Peanut, though is not thrilled by all this. She isnt taking to him very well. She keeps pecking at him. I suspect its because he isnt "whole" in her eyes and she doesnt like it. I hope that after we get his prostetic beak she'll be fine. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7017669854606950112?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7017669854606950112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7017669854606950112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7017669854606950112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7017669854606950112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-quick-pantie-change.html' title='Just a quick pantie change...'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-9120848567535258866</id><published>2008-05-18T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:12:41.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday: It is super crazy, but he is doing really well today. We gave him his pain meds and antibiotics this morning and he got that all done fine. It just took 3 hours to give him the pain meds, anti’s and some food. The serenge thing for everything is a pain and he is showing us he feels the same by trying to bite the serenge :giggle: Looks like he back to his old self. He is alert today because all that shit from yesterday wore off. He is doing his quaking again, which was always soft and wonderful to hear again, and he played in the pool this morning loving the warm water. He cant splash water on himself because he cant really turn his head much which was how he got water on him, so we splash him and he shakes around, and flaps his wings and trys to act normal which is nice to see. He is realizing there is something wrong with his beak because when he tried to pren himself, he realized he cant and it hurts and its hard to watch, I feel bad watching. He is also opening and closing his mouth trying to figure out whats wrong with it and why he cant eat. But he was going after lettuce we ripped up in the pool which shows us he does have an appitite.&lt;br /&gt;Marete, we are almost possitive it was a raccoon that got him. Its the only thing big enough to do that kind of damage. Had it been a dog, there would be nothing left except for some feathers. Lucky for me, raccoons are considered a “nusence animal” so your allowed to kill them. We’ve had a raccoon problem for a long time, with them destroying stuff, so now Im going to fix that. A .22 handgun works perfect for such a problem. And before anyone asks, no I dont care about killing them, doesnt bother me a bit. Natural consiquences for fucking with my duck.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was aweful with him. He got mad and tried to bite the rubber serenge and ended up hitting something on his beak and he started bleeding. The bleeding wouldnt stop and it was just dripping down his tongue onto the floor and every time he shook his head, he flung blood on me. I had to stick him in a warm pool to get the bleeding to stop and by the time we were done, I was covered in blood. I came home and got into the shower and as I was standing watching the blood go down the drain and wished that whatever attacked him had finished the job. It was just so aweful to see him that way. I know thats a bad thing to think, its just not fair to him. He never did anything to anybody and he, like Sissy, doesnt understand why this happened to him and whats wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:Good duck news: He is eating food!!! We are mashing his regular food up with water turning it into paste, putting it on his tongue, then using the powered food mixed in the water to drop on his tongue so he’ll open his mouth and eat the food paste. He ate a nice little bit. Thats really great. And he likes to have his tongue stroked. I have no idea why, but he does. He had some layers taken off his tongue and the vet described it as being like a burn when you drink something hot. His tongue also when from white to pink finally so he’s getting good blood flow to it, and it appears that his beak is scabbing over because its turning white. He is also feeling like his old self again because he is talking to the dryer when there is no one in the basement. Considering he is my duck, its not suprising that he’s a little retarded and talks to the dryer. But its loud and he is talking to it. And when you walk but the cage, he pokes his head between the bars and trys to bit you, something he always did playfully before. He is spending more time in his pool playing around. He wants to go be by Peanut so bad but she actually doesnt want anything to really do with him. She actually tried to attack him a couple times so we cant let her really be by him because were too afraid she’s bite his beak. I have no idea why sheis acting this way. The only thing I can think of is he still might smell like whatever attacked them. And we realized that Peanut has claw or bite marks down her beak. We figure whatever attacked tried to ger her first and he went after it trying to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He one strong little duck. And lucky. I want to take a picture so I can document the healing in his beak over time.  I’m post  pictures in here and if people want to look they can and if they dont, they dont have too. Im just giving everyone a heads up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-9120848567535258866?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/9120848567535258866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=9120848567535258866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/9120848567535258866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/9120848567535258866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-8704360203245867132</id><published>2008-05-17T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:13:47.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>It has been a very sad and horrible day in the household. Nothing really feels real. Last night, when everyone got home (it was after dark), Sissy (Boys sister) went down to get the ducks. She comes racing back saything that the gate was open and the ducks werent in the pen :onsetpaniccmode: We start calling for them and from the other side of the pool (across the yard) we hear Sissy’s female Peanut just shrieking and quaking and carring on. As soon as she saw Sissy she raced toward her and was just talking and shrieking away. The we realize our male, Mister isnt with her. So we start looking for him and we couldnt find him anywhere. Peanut is still freaking out so at this point everyone, except for Sissy, realize soemthing is wrong and it isnt going to be pretty. We send her in the garage to start getting Peanut ready for bed and to try and get her calmed down while everyone else searched the yard, and I took the field. I walked the entire perimitor of our property (14 acres) and then started searching the field grid style. At this point I wasnt really looking for Mister, I was looking for a body. When I got the the middle of the field it where its thick with brush and what not, I stopped and was listening to see if I could here him quaking, because he always quakes and thats how we were looking for him by trying to listen and see if we could hear him. I heard some ruslting in ther brush and I stopped to listen, but I didnt hear any quakes, figured it was a rabbit and kept searching. I was all up and in the thick but I didnt see anything. We gave up after an hour and said we’ll look for him in the morning because it was all we could do. And by “we” I meant me, boy and his mom to look for a body so Sissy didnt have to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Well our phone rang at 4:30am and it was Boys mom saying that the duck had come back, but it had been attacked really bad and we needed to take it to the vets. I got up and put clothes on then went over there. I wasnt really sure what to expect, but it sure as hell wasnt what I saw. It was just horrible, and Ive seen some really nasty stuff working in the pet store. Sissy was on the floor hugging him and she was in shock and she just said “Look Jess, my baby came home.” I dont think she even really saw what was wrong or understood what happened (she is mentally retarded for those of you who dont know). I took one look, held my breath while my stomach just fell through the floor and told her I had seen worse and we’ll take care of it and everything will be okay. We finally tracked down a 24 hour ER vet that saw birds and hour away, I grabbed the GPS, and at 5am, Boys mom, sister, duck and I jumped in the Jeep to the Vet. Sissy explained from the back of the Jeep that she had gotten up to pee and she was standing at the window in that bathroom and she saw Mister walk up from the field, hop through a hole in the fence around the pool and jumped in the pool. She went running out there before anyone could stop her and as soon as he heard her voice and she got the the edge of the pool, he swan straight over to her so she coud pick him up and bring him in. I guess once he was safe in the garage he just kinda collasped in a sort because he was finally safe. I have no idea how that duck made it back from anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I saw. His entire beak was shredded. It was just aweful. There were chunks of it just hanging everywhere and there was blood from it everywhere and his tongue was just laying out among the pulp. I couldnt decipher the top beak, which was pretty much gone, from the bottom. I dont have any idea how that duck made it back home. Seriously. It should of been dead. I wouldnt even take a picture to show you guys how bad it is because its so bad. I can bearly stand to look at him, and Boy just freaks out and wont look.&lt;br /&gt;The second we got to the vet, which was empty, they took him in the back, despite Sissy insisting she go with him, and gave him some WAY over due pain meds and to look him over and asses what was going on. She came in a little bit later, with a chair, and sat down. She layed it out very simply and very nicely. He was hurt really bad. He had been attacked and she want sure why, whatever attacked him, didnt finish the job. She said putting him to sleep was not a bad option. This is imediatly shot down by Sissy. She said his beak was obviously really bad. Her main concerns where him being able to eat again, because so much of his beak was torn off and missing and they cant eat with out a top bill. He aslo had three other bad bite marks, one really deep one right on top of his head and two on each side of his neck. I asked if they could put in a feeding tube, and she said normally yes, but since he had the two bite marks on both sides of his neck, she was afraid it would get infected and therefo wasnt a option, for right now. We talked back and forth about what potiential problems could be, and she said if he makes it, because he is missing so much beak and it wont grow back, that he is going to have to have a prostetic beak made for him and put on so he could eat normally again. A prostetic beak? I was speechless. She said she was going to put him under so she could explore the wounds better and clean up his bill and see what other damage there was. If he had severe trauma to the underside of his beak and was slit on both sides all the way down, then there wasnt anything we could do for his. There would be too much damage that wasnt fixable. It would also give her more time to check out the other wounds on him. She said give her about an hour, and she would call us back and discuss what her findings were. She said she wanted to keep him sleeping incase some other actions needed to be made, like putting him down. So we took a freaked out Sissy to McDonalds and got breakfast, tried to re-assure her that it wasnt her fault, that Mister should be fine, but if for some reason he isnt, she needs to think about whats best for him, instead of whats best for us. We then walked around the little farmers market for a bit, got her to smile, then went back to the vets and she was just getting done. She said he was very slowly waking up in the back. She said she removed as much of the damaged beak as she could, surgical glued the one slit on his lower jaw, which she said was in very good shape considering what the top looked like, plucked all the feathers out around his neck to she could see the wounds and clean them. She said luckly his nose and pallate were still in tact and fine, but about less then a half of an inch from his nose and down was missing. His tongue is almost fully exposed. She said she honestly wasnt sure if he was going to make it. He was a strong duck. He made it through the attack, then back home hours after the attack. She said he was more then likely protecting Peanut and then got dragged away. He was probably the reason she was still alive. And trust me, things would of been a 100 times worse if this had happen to Peanut. Sissy would die if anything happened to Peanut. So she gave us liquid pain meds, antibiotics, antibiotic cream, Petrolium Jelly to put on his wounds to keep them from getting dry, and a special powered food stuff that I have to mix with warm water and feed him every four hours with a big plastic serenge because he cant eat on his own.&lt;br /&gt;We are keeping him in the basment because its very, very, very, very important that he stay clean at all times (no poop), stay warm, have clean water, and stay away from flies (maggots). He’s still really groggy from them knocking him out. But when I fed him for the first time he responded by eating ask much as I could squirt in. Then I discovered that if you put it in a deep bowl of water, he can drink, which the doctor didnt think he could do. If the waters deep enough, he can get enough of his beak in to where its missing for him to “drink normal”. He really is trying, its so wonderful. Our biggest challenges right now are fighting the infection, and nutrien because he cant eat on his own. So were keeping him warm and clean, and feeding him and weighing him. He looks just aweful and I can bearly look at him but I have too. I have to be the strong one. I dont want Sissy to freak out, so if she see’s me fine, she stays calm. So Im on duty 24-7 taking care of the duck who shouldnt be here with half a face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-8704360203245867132?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8704360203245867132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=8704360203245867132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8704360203245867132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8704360203245867132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2240205398053333031</id><published>2008-05-11T19:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:44:21.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Garden</title><content type='html'>The garden hath killed me. I was feeling better yesterday after being so damn sick all week so I caught up on all my fish stuff (water changes, skimmer cleaning, tank scraping, etc.), then I decided I needed to get my plants from the basement, outside to the garden. I was still running a high fever yesterday (about 100.0), so I wasnt planing on planting everything I had in the basement. I just wanted to get my pole and bush beans out, because they were growing taller and I had to get them outside and strung along poles before they got too big, tipped over and died. I was burning up all day and by the time I was done I was wiped out. I can bearly move today my legs and knees hurt so bad. But I cut some stakes on the ban saw and pounded them in the ground, then strung them with string and re-planeted my little baby sprouts that were almost 2 feet tall. I got this big burst of energy so I decided to re-plant all my garnden plants from the basement too the outside garden. A big mistake maybe? Ask my legs and knees. They are not fans of me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my garden is fairly large this year, 23 feet by 5 feet on the one side of the garage, and 30 feet by 4 feet on the back of the garage, and I still ran out of room!!! And I havent even planted the main bulk of my watermelon, canatlope, pumpkins spinich, herbs and pickles yet! Anyway, I ended planting all my beans, the sprouts and seeds for the next collecting, cucumbers, yellow and green squash, radishes, okra sprouts, carrots, two kinds of lettuce, brocoli, califlower, watermelon, cantalope, and....I think that might be all, but Im not sure. Oh, I still need to get some tomato plants when I find then nice and cheap. All I know is my garden is HUGE this year, and it took me almost 6 hours to get everything in the ground, my hills hoed out, chunks raked out, different stuff staked out so I know where one thing ends and another begins, all that jazz. Im very proud of my garden because thus far, I've had more of a black thumb then a green thumb up until last year when my garden blew up and took off. I was so excited so I expanded it to the whole side of the garage and the back, plus a nice chunk out in the field for the vast majority of my vining plants like melons and pumpkins so they dont snuff out all the other stuff around it. Im really begining to enjoy watching my garden grow and eat the things Im growing. That and alot of what Im growing is going towards feeding my Uromastyxs and my tortoise Martin, who is a giant Afrian Spurred Tortoise thats 16 years old, weighs about 130 lbs, and is about 4 feet by two feet large. He's a big boy and he eats like a PIG!!! He lives at my dads store because he is WAY too damn big to take anywhere and I dont want his ass here because I dont have a place at my house to house a tortoise that can take out the studs in my house like they were toothpicks and that is 82 degrees or hotter all year round. And I dont want a reptilian cow that smells like shit in my house either. I'll have to get a picture of Martin to show you guys, because I dont think I have any that arent on my phone. As much as he annoys the hell out of me because he acts like a dog and follows me around and begs for food, is always in my way, always trying to crawl in my lap &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; even though he could break my legs if he really wanted too, IS really cool, because how many people can say they have one of the giant tortoises of the world (the 3rd largest in fact) as a pet? Im just so used to him being around (Ive had him for 16 years!) that I forget that almost no one has a giant turtle as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been raining all day but I dont mind. Everything needed the rain. Its all green and beautiful outside. Everything is blooming and smells so nice. I love when spring is in full swing like this. Lets just pray it doesnt freeze at night again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2240205398053333031?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2240205398053333031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2240205398053333031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2240205398053333031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2240205398053333031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/death-by-garden.html' title='Death By Garden'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-4617579072671497523</id><published>2008-05-09T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:25:47.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Rash</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe the kick ass cough medicine isnt so kick ass after all. I have a &lt;em&gt;giant&lt;/em&gt; rash all over my body and it itches. Guess Im still allergic to Codeine after all :Oops: Its all over everything, and now its starting to itch, AHhhh!!! I want to take some Benydril but I dont want to fall asleep again because I lost out on another day yesterday. I fell asleep at about 3:30 again and didnt wake up till 7 this morning. Only this time I didnt see Boy &lt;em&gt;at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still feels like someone kicked me in the chest, and Im still coughing, but I think I should stay away from it for a while. If I go out in public, I have a good chance of someone calling the hazmat team on me :Eep!: My face feels all funny from the rash and from it peeling from my sunburn. What a weird combo. But at least its not poison ivy. Poison Ivy and I do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get along. I get it every year, and Im sure someone of you know my woes with it. I got it in a rather, unpleaseant place last year, like, down there... The only way I can think that I could of gotten it there was when I came in too pee, I didnt wash my hands good enough before or when I went to get into the shower. Either way, it fucking sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on this mission now to learn how to knit some hard core Fair Isle now. Norway totally inspired me to take my knitting to a whole nother level. I want to be able to knit myself the kind of sweaters I saw in Norway. Its going to be so awesome, proven I can do it. I just need to find some patterns (probably from the library) and just do it. It may take awhile because colorwork is hard as hell, but I know I'll get it eventually, after Ive threatend to kill, break and burn everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think Im going to try and get some knitting done. Im almost done with my 2 socks on 2 circs. I cant wait till I start the other pair of socks with the yarn I got from Ms. Angelia at Blackthrone Fibers. Their going to be beautiful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-4617579072671497523?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4617579072671497523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=4617579072671497523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4617579072671497523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4617579072671497523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/itchy-rash.html' title='Itchy Rash'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-4284556652180775556</id><published>2008-05-08T08:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:51:09.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horrid Ick</title><content type='html'>Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;:cough: :hack: :sniffle: I has the Ick :ohnoes!!: I knew it would probably happen from being on the plane so long. I feel asleep all nice a nd cuddle to the Boy last night, then around 1:30am my throat started hurting. I tried to ignore it, but it just got worse and worse. So I went down stairs and tried to sleep with some cough drops, but on luck. I was just getting medicine tummy :yuck: So I grabbed my head lamp and my book and went and read with the fishies from 2:30am till about now. Im peeved, because Im super tired and not fulley adjusted to the time difference yet, and now Im sick. My throat is on fire, and I know its strep. Boy told me to go to the doctors and I was like, no, I’ll just ave her call me in a script, but he was very adimit that I go to the doctors today which is weird because he always tells me I dont need to go. Hum. So Im going to try to get in today. It hurts to just open my mouth. Ahhh, I hate planes. So now Im just cuddled up in mai chair by the fishies waiting for the doctors to open so I can call and sneak in. Im starving, but everything hurts going down except ice cream . I had three ice cream sammies at about 5am because I had medicine tummy so bad I couldnt stand it. Stooopid cough drops :bleeeck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Turns out tis was a good idea to go to the doctors. I have the Bronch :feck: I have no idea how it manifested itself in less then 12 hours, but it did. The doctor was like, you dont look well at all. So she had a listen to the chest and said there was some yucka gurgles in there and while she was listening she was like, your burning up, have you taken your temp. I said no, so she took it and it was 101.0 :oops: No wonder I was feeling light headed and my eyes were burning and I kept getting hot and cold. And the cough I had was horrid (but probably not as bad as yours Marete, thank goodness), it hurt so bad to cough, and it still does. So she gave me a script for a Z-pack and some serious big boy cough medicine with codine in it. I had to start with the Z-pack because Im allergic to most antibiotics because Im allergic to penicillin, sulfa and keflex. She told me if it doesnt appear to be working by the time its done, to call her right away so she can start me on something else becfore it turns into something way worse.&lt;br /&gt;So I took the couch medicine yesterday around 3pm. The last thing I remeber is talking to Boys mom around 3:30 while eating a freezy pop. I knew I wasnt talking right and was fucked up. That was the last thing I really remember until I woke up this morning at 7am!! I slept from like 3:30 till 7 thing morning. 15 hours straight!! I couldnt believe it. The cough medicine said “May cause drowsiness”. Ha! I do remember Boy throwing a pillow at me on the couch because I was passed out cold when he got come and he was trying to talk to me but I was not hearing anything he was saying and he wanted to make sure I was okay. He said soemthing about tryingt call me and I didnt answer and I think I told him I never heard the phone ring, because I didnt. Then he woke me up to ask if I wanted dinner and I said no. Then he woke me up again to tell me to go upstairs to bed and I remember seriously stumbling upstairs. I have no idea what time these things happened though. I guess I really was sick this time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit better this morning, but not much. My sore throat is almost gone, thank god. I think that was the worst of all. I can deal with mucus and sore chests, but not throats. Im phlemy (sp?) and i still have a fever. I can always tell when I have a fever because I get light headed and my body burns. Oh, and zits appear on my face from all the heat :grrr: So Im eating freezy pops right now, about to move on to carmel ice cream . I still have the coughs, and I want to take some cough medicine, but I need to wait till I get some stuff done or Im going to be out cold again till tomrooow.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, ick sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-4284556652180775556?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4284556652180775556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=4284556652180775556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4284556652180775556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4284556652180775556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/horrid-ick.html' title='The Horrid Ick'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-9089848363889522551</id><published>2008-05-01T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:50:24.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>City Hall and the Opera House</title><content type='html'>Peggah and I went to city hall yesterday because it was suppose to be open for free and you could look around. But they were closed :sad: So we went around the back of the building because it was so pretty to take pictures when the security gaurd came out and asked us if we always took pictures laying on the ground (we were layign on the ground) We said we were just trying to get some good shots of the outside since we couldnt go inside. Then he asked us if we wanted to have a look inside. We were like, yes!! So he let us in and it was seriously like a palace of marble! The big room was so beautiful, words cannot describe it. It was like being in a church with how big itt was. And these magnificent murals were painted on the walls and it was just unbelievable. He let us go upstairs and look at all the other rooms and I couldnt believe this was there city hall. It really was a palace, I swear. He then proceded to give us a personal tour, just Peggah and I, while City Hall was closed, too every room, explaining the murals on the wall, letting us take a zillion pictures, turnign on all the light for us so we could see the rooms all lit up to their glory, he took us in this one room where this giant priceless painting was hanging, I dont remember by who, and I couldnt they ever let people near it. Then he took us to the library!!! :thud: I almost passed out. The books in there were sooooo amazing. The oldest one that I could find was 1877! He said he was very sad by how much the people dont care about the building or the things in it because no one takes care of anything. Some of the books were upside down, they had these giant tapastries that were hundreds of years old hanging on the walls and they were fading and fallign apart because no one wanted to do anything about blocking the sun out from them. He said they take it for granted. Inlaid in the marble (everything was marble) were these amazing wooden floors laid out in a pattern that he said no one alive could replecate and the people who use the rooms, instead of lifting up that chairs to move them, they just drag them across the floor anf scratch the shit out of them. I was apaled!! How could these people not care about a buidling that was so beautiful and magnificent. I would kill to have something that glorious in the States that we could see. Then he asked if we want to go up on the roof!!! We were beside ourselfs. So we had to walk up a whole bunch of stairs then take an elevator the rest of the way up (it had to of been 30 stories or more at the top) And as soon as we got on the roof, the bells started chimming to the hour. It was sooooo loud but soo cool. There must of been about 20 bells in the tower that played a long song every hour and a couple of notes every 15 mintues. Then we walked up this plank thing to a walk way all around the roof and my breath just left my chest. The view was just undescribable. You could see all of Oslo plus some, the moutains, the islands in the fjords, the ski jump in the moutain, everything!! We totally got snap happy with the cameras. I mean, how many chances woudl we ever get to see the city like this? The gaurd stood up there with us for an hour !!! He pointed out all the different things, the castles, the fishing boats, the islands, were the moose are, the different parts of town, were all the museums were, where the viking ships were, were the real Palace was at, the University. I mean everything. Then we asked him about the cost of living and such and we just talked about everything while we watched the big cruise liners leave the port and the different boats coming and going from the docking marina’s. It was cold and windy and raining a little but I didnt care. He told us that in the summer, it cost 20 krons to stand on the top like we were for only 3 minutes!!! We were us there for an hour, and had the run of the entire building to take pictures and see things that the public doesnt get to see. It was the most amazing thing ever. I will probably never get another chance like that again! I feel so incredably lucky. That gaurd was just so nice it was unbelievable. I would show you pictures, but Im over my limit for the month on Flickr (which ends like, tomorrow). Then Im going to get post happy and show you all the pictures so you can see all the things that I saw. It was just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And Oslo’s new Opera House, oh my god. Its also all marble and white Italian at that! You can walk up and down the sides of it and go on top (as you saw in the pictures above) and its buildt to that it looks so elementle, literally coming up out of the water. We have nothing on the buildings over here. Their amazing. And the whole inside of the opera house is solid oak. Its gorgous. I wish we had an opera house that beautiful at home. And the luckiest part? It just opened after 8 years of building on April 17th, the week before we got here. I will also post more pictures of that as well when I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I guess were driving North for skiing this weekend. I really want to stay in Oslo to finish seeing everything, because today is a Holiday for them and a lot of things are closed. Plus its raining. But in turn I also want to go see the north because the country is sooo beautiful, and Im determined to see a moose and a raindeer, because there wild here. I guys everyone saw a couple mooses coming home from Sweden last weekend, but I missed it :sad:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-9089848363889522551?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/9089848363889522551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=9089848363889522551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/9089848363889522551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/9089848363889522551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/05/city-hall-and-opera-house.html' title='City Hall and the Opera House'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-6728656881377916917</id><published>2008-04-30T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:43:13.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up Here</title><content type='html'>Piktoors!! The first one is of Boy and I in Sweden. The rest just around Oslo. I'll post the pictures I took today later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh28TOFRiI/AAAAAAAAADU/di8A1STbSiI/s1600-h/DSC02253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195032948495435298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh28TOFRiI/AAAAAAAAADU/di8A1STbSiI/s320/DSC02253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh29DOFRjI/AAAAAAAAADc/TMhM2UZ0ZCM/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195032961380337202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh29DOFRjI/AAAAAAAAADc/TMhM2UZ0ZCM/s320/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh29jOFRkI/AAAAAAAAADk/FMFFk8rlDr8/s1600-h/DSC02282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195032969970271810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh29jOFRkI/AAAAAAAAADk/FMFFk8rlDr8/s320/DSC02282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh2-TOFRlI/AAAAAAAAADs/eOAFCjtUvGU/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195032982855173714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh2-TOFRlI/AAAAAAAAADs/eOAFCjtUvGU/s320/DSC02290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh2_DOFRmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RXryUEKvl4k/s1600-h/DSC02292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195032995740075618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh2_DOFRmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RXryUEKvl4k/s320/DSC02292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been so busy I havent had time to update here, so this is little clips from my knitting blog of the last few days. Some of it is a little random because there were pictures in all these posts. I post some here, but its not all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday April 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, I is back now. I had to help Boy check the engines on his cars. I got to work the computer and “special software” thats secret and make sure the engines were okay. I felt special.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, where was I. Yes, last nights dinner was awesome. The steak was amazingly good. It was nice to have a real meal. Then we went out to a couple bars. I forgot my license at the hotel and got carded so I had to walk all the way back to the hotel to get it. Then we went to another bar that had Absenthe, or what we thought was real absenthe, but it turns out it was the real stuff. It was very disappointing. i wasnt drinking it, but another guy was an we were looking forward to watching him be all goofy and shit. Then on the way back, the hookers totally ignored us!!! WTF!! Were we not good enough for them. Whores! Then we went back up stairs and went to bed because we were wasted, well I was tired, Boy was slightly drunk. Its soooo funny to see him drink because he never drinks. Ive only ever seen him drink in Europe. Im always amazed to watch him do it. And he gets all giggley when he’s drunk, its so fucking cute. And he always wants ice cream too. I believe tonight were going back out again. But to were, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Everything closes really early here, like at 5 or 6, it kinda sucks. Boy and I walked around yesterday when he got home and we really couldnt go into anything because everything was all closed. But we did take a walk down the the pier of the fjord and on the docks and it was really pretty. Some of the boats were old wooden boats and it was cool to see them. Then we went to 7-11, which didnt have slurpie’s, which is the epitome of 7-11. Well, I guess were off again to some where. I’ll detail the rest later.&lt;br /&gt;MIss you guys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday April 28th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Sweden yesterday. It looked just like Norway! Boy also bought me this Haaayoooogge leather purse while we were there (hey, I needed a momento from Sweden :shifty:). Im gonna use it, of course, as mai purse/knitting bag. I also &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; took some pictures yesterday in Sweden so I’ll post them later in the afternoon. MISS YOU GUYS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and one of the other engineers daughters, Peggah, were buddies in crime today. We had so much fun just being goofy and shopping and taking pictures of funny things.&lt;br /&gt;And best of all…I bought out this hobby shop of all their roving today!! It’s the same as Malabrigo. I bought 22 bags and the lady gave me 10% after some haggling, so it cost me over 1020 krons, $202 american. But it was sooooo worth it, its sooooo soft. Now i just need to find someone to spin it….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-6728656881377916917?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6728656881377916917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=6728656881377916917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6728656881377916917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6728656881377916917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-catch-up-here.html' title='Playing Catch Up Here'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SBh28TOFRiI/AAAAAAAAADU/di8A1STbSiI/s72-c/DSC02253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1793865790561892458</id><published>2008-04-25T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:45:47.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in the city</title><content type='html'>So I got totally lost today on my first trip out. Suprise suprise. Had no idea where I was or where the hotel was. So I just went with it until and wondered around until I found the hotel which is just a block from the yarn shop and the hobby store. I also woke up a tad late today, like 2pm late :yikes: I guess I was really tired. I have to make sure I dont do that again. That was WAY to long to sleep. 15 hours of sleep is a bit much. I dont want to throw my body in a shock anymore then it already is with the fucked up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my yarn store vist today was a bust. Im really disappointed They didnt have the kinds of yarn I thought they would of had. No hand dyes or hand spun, nothing really cool :verysad: They mostly have Rowan and Regina. But they had some Noweigan brands that were really cool and I wrote down the name of the companies and Im going to look them up and see if I can get accounts with them. I also stoppped by this hobby shop and in the back they had these bags of roving that were Merino wool in a shit load of colors and it was just like and as soft as Malabrigo!!! Im totally going to buy all of them and bring it back. Im sure someone can spin it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also looking for stuff that I could buy and bring back for everyone, but everything is sooooooo expensive over here, its stupid. And yes Marete, its expensive after you convert it into american (wink). Ive taken to carrying my calculator around with me so I can figure out how much shit is after you convert it. I found some beautiful hand blown glass beads and I was thinking of getting some strands of them and making special stitch markers for all you guys but the only problem is, its $65 for 26 of the beads :ggrrrr: But their this cream,blue and gold mix in the shape of hearts and their perfect to make stitch markers for you guys. I also found the perfect gift for you Angelia. Im going to go back and buy it tomorrow. Tia and Marete, Im still looking for you guys. I havent found anything that screams your names yet. Same for you KK and Lisa (both of you). I have these sweet shoes on hold for me right now at one of the stores. Their made by Merrell and its a boiled felted wool slipper/clog with a back to it with a rubber sole so you can wear them out side. They are soooo comfortable and cute. There 699 krons, which is $140 bucks. Im in negotiations with Boy right now for them. There just so cool. They might sound lame to some of you but I love clogs like that and and Im excited that they have a real rubber sole so you can wear them everywhere. Ive been looking more for stuff for you guys then myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was intresting last night. We had this cold smoked salmon roll with Brea cheese in it. I was gross. Then we had hand made tortalini stuffed with cheese and spinach with a piece of the most tender and juiciest chicken brest atop of it and it was to die for it tasted so good. For desert we had chocolate moose and I dont like chocolate, but it was delicious!! I guess Chrysler has a deal with the hotel and we get breakfast and dinner free. Every night they cook the same thing for everyone in the group. A 3 course meal. You can eat it for free, or go pay a million dollars for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the city is beautiful!!! The buildings are are amazing. I cant wait to take pictures for everyone  to see. Its awesome. And the fjords are beauitful as well. Everyone over here has a dog and their allowed everyhwere the people go. Im jealous. I want a puppah!! Everyone also smokes too. And the people dress a bit strange, but who am I to judge. They all wear Chuck Taylors (converse) which is cool because I love them and was wearing them too. But they cost 700 Krons. $140 dollars!!!!! For Chucks!!! I was horrified. They only cost $30 bucks at home. And people pay that much for them. Its dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its almost dinner time, steak and potatos tonight, so I’ll talk with yea bitches later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-1793865790561892458?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1793865790561892458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=1793865790561892458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1793865790561892458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1793865790561892458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day-in-city.html' title='First day in the city'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-6144685906480065977</id><published>2008-04-24T06:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:36:52.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Im finally in Norway</title><content type='html'>It was a long flight of no sleep, of course. Im insanly tired, but I cant sleep till tonight. I feel abit sick from not being able to take my Xanax, but I’ll live. I dont think anyone will be on, other then Angelia, right now at 5:30am (its 11am here). The flight over was pretty good. I sat next to a really nice brit/scotish business man and we chatted. He said he liked that I had “British humor” that so many americans take as being snarky and dont understand. I told him I love british humor because Im “different”. He agreed. And amazingly, he knew the city I lived in because he had lived in the next city over, it was crazy. We were giggling about the lady in front of us that kept passing gas :puke: I got to sneak up to first class and see Shaun a couple of times. The only impressive thing about first class was that their chairs were little pods with foot rests. Totally not worth $4000 though. I didnt get much knitting done on the plane despite all my efforts to get the right neeldes because there just wasnt enought room to knit comfortably in my tiny coach seat. So I read most of the time or chatted with the Brit. The only major problem I had was right before we were boarding the plane in Detroit I was fixing my hair while I was going pee and my hair tie snapped!! Talk about some bullshit. And being as smooth as I am, I didnt pack an extra (which is rare) in my carry on :fuck: The guy at the ticket desk gave me a bagage tag strap which was this tiney, tiny little elastic thing that didnt even hold my think hair back. Finally after about and hour, the people came through with the duty free cart and I asked if they had a rubberband. She said they didnt, but they did have a hair tie :fucking score: Granted it was one of those super thin ones, but it was a hair tie non the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we landed in Amsterdam, we were late because the stupid plane taxied for like a fucking half hour, so we were rushing to find our gate and then BAM! Customs :grrr..: so we waiting in this impossibly long line and we were going to miss our connection to Oslo. So we ran ( I hobbled sort of) across the airpost and made it on the plane just in time. That plane was sooo janky. There were pieces of it bouncing around on the inside!!! I couldnt believe it. I really hope it wasnt as fucked up on the outside as it was on the inside :shiver: I dont even wanna think about that. Once we got into Oslo, we bought a $5 Pepsi (no joke) and a train ticket to Oslo’s main station. Ive only been on trains a couple times in my life. I live in the friggin’ Motor City, public transpertation doesnt exsist. It was a fun ride though. It was one of those bullet shaped trains that go really fast in and out of the surrounding moutains. From what I saw from the train, it was beautiful. There were these amazing rolling hills and cute little farm houses and cities built into the sides of the moutains and all the old buildings. It was sooo cool. The best way I can describe it is a mix of Graz and Pennsylvania. Strange, I know. I cant wait till tomorrow when I can go exploring on my own and find some yarn shops and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Im sitting in the garage where Shaun is working because he had to go straight to work from the train and we cant check into the hotel yet. SO he set me up in the middle of the groups little conference table in the garage on the internet and told me not to fall alseep. They have this awesome, giant wooden hanger building that has thousands of tires in it. I guess the shops main business is tires. There are sooo many Mercedes over here. Everyone drives one because there so cheap. There was also some expensive Ferrari here that everyone was going on about. Honestly, it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees are absolutly killing me right now. Suprisingly, my right knee is hurt way more then my left knee, which is the one I had surgery on. My hips are killing me too. Having a bum knee throws off the rest of your body and sitting on a plane for 9 hours doesnt help either. I feel like Im 90 years old. I can bearly walk. And my back hurts. All to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO right now Im just sitting here, in the middle of a garage with people working on cars trying my hardest NOT to fall asleep. This would be the reason Im rambling. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-6144685906480065977?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6144685906480065977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=6144685906480065977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6144685906480065977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6144685906480065977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-im-finally-in-norway.html' title='Hey, Im finally in Norway'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7493884954148078702</id><published>2008-04-22T22:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:01:46.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>StReSs!!</title><content type='html'>Gah! Im so stressed out right now. My anxiety level is sky high. Can we say panic attack? I always get this way before I leave on a trip, especially if it involves flying, and even more so if Im going to be stuck on a god damn plan for 9 hours. It doesnt help that I started my period today and am cranky as hell and have cramps like a mother right now, and Boys mom is driving me up a fucking WALL! She freaks out everytime we leave to go anywhere, no matter where it is or how long it is. Its so annoying. She's just been around us all fucking day and I want her to just go home and let us get our shit done. Not to mention once &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;I cant find my stuff because she's moved it some place fucking stupid. Like my favorite nail polish that I've been looking for, for 6 months, I found in the cupboard above the fridge that &lt;em&gt;no one &lt;/em&gt;goes in. WTF? I was in the that cupboard looking for something else that she had &lt;em&gt;also &lt;/em&gt;moved. And for the past 6 months when I've asked about where my nail polish went, I get the same answer I always get, "I didnt touch it." I didnt put it in the god damn cupboard so that leaves only one person because Boy doesnt touch my stuff. Grrr...Im just PMS, stressed out bitching. BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to de-stress by listening to my iPod while its charging up right now. Music always calms me. Its my savior. If I didnt have my iPod, I might die. For reals. Or freak out and kill someone. I want to go to sleep but I know its useless. I NEVER sleep the night before a trip, especially big ones. I just lay awake all night. Im going to take some Tylenol PM's on the plane tomorrow so I can sleep on the plane and not worry so much. I hope. God, I feel like my chest is going to explode right now. Stupid anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, no matter how annoyed I am with Boys mom, she is still a saint. She'll be taking care of Bailey and Lola (my lizards) for me, as well as the fish tanks, and the baby cardinals. I dont know what I would do without her. Unfortuntaly for her, the cardinals are going through a dieing off stage where the weak are dieing from not eating probably, and the strong and doing awesome. Such as life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got in my Frog Tree order today. My pima cotten and pima silk for summer knits. Tis' the season for cotten! I personally dont like cotten because its so heavy, but I think Im going to use it too make Juliet with. I'll also be starting some awesome socks with some yarn from Blackthrone Fibers, Angelia's hand dyed sock yarn that is so yummy its not even funny. Everyone should own LOTS of it. Its the best. I will post pictures of my Blackthorne goodies when I get them. You will be jealous, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cute snuggly note, I got to snuggle with the kittah this morning. So far I havent found a way to actually snuggle with the kittah (which belongs to the house next door but lurvs us WAY more). But this morning he was at the front door so I grabbed the brush and cuddled up on the Chase under the blanket, and the kittah jumped up and we snuggled while I brushed him for about 45 minutes. It was awesome. He was all spread out on my lap rolling around being all cute and giving me wet kittah nose kisses and needing my leg with his claws while I brushed him. It was sooo cute and fun. I miss having something to snuggle with. I've always had dogs to snuggle, but not here. The funniest part, the kittah bit Boy today and not me. Ha!! I always get bit. Thats why I use the brush. The brush gets the love bites instead of me. He should of hand the brush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jessica moment of the week: I realized on Saturday that I had missed my dad's birthday. I felt like the worst person in the world. And the sad part? His birthday is one of my passwords. :DOH!:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7493884954148078702?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7493884954148078702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7493884954148078702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7493884954148078702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7493884954148078702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress.html' title='StReSs!!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2685401709128408186</id><published>2008-04-21T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:06:32.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YARNZ!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SA0PsEtPVvI/AAAAAAAAADM/W25al8Cvhls/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191823195280201458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SA0PsEtPVvI/AAAAAAAAADM/W25al8Cvhls/s320/DSC02222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first box of yarn came today in the mail. I am so excited its not even funny!! Its my Kraemer shipment. EEEEEEE!!!! All those random hanks on the bottom of the picture are goodies for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1880160160931872808-2685401709128408186?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2685401709128408186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2685401709128408186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2685401709128408186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2685401709128408186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/yarnz.html' title='YARNZ!!!!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SA0PsEtPVvI/AAAAAAAAADM/W25al8Cvhls/s72-c/DSC02222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5148593434013188158</id><published>2008-04-21T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:13:51.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>Im trying to get motivated to finish packing for Norway, but I cant. I just want to keep sitting on the porch under the blanket enjoying this beautiful day. It feels good to be outside for once. Im working on my laundry right now, so I guess thats &lt;em&gt;something. &lt;/em&gt;Im de-funking my new suitcase that the dad gave me with my awesome lilac scented dryer sheets. Its twice the size of my old suit case. Im also bringing another suit case to hold all the goodies I bring back from Norway :GLEE: Im really not looking forward to this plane ride. I HATE planes. And worse, Boy wont even be sitting with me, he'll be in first class because Chrysler bought his ticket. Im in coach because the moms NWA points bought my ticket&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;which means I didnt pay anything so I shouldnt be too grumbly about it, but Im still gonna grumble some. I really want to knit on the plane, but I keep getting conflicting answers on whether I can bring my metal needles in the plane. I know I can bring wood, but I dont have any wood and Ive taken metal needles on a plane before. So I have no idea what to do. Im also bring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my needles in my suitcase and I super freaked out. Im so afraid their going to loose my suit case which will be holding all my needles. I will die if I loose them. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my yarn shipments got all fucked up. Artyarns, Interlacments, and Checkers are refusing accounts with me because Im an on-line vendor. My rep waiting two weeks to tell me this. This information would have been really fucking usfull like, TWO fucking weeks ago. Im so pissed off. Is'nt this her job to be on track and keep this shit sorted out? So I had to scramble and make a quick order with my other rep. and the shipments should arrive while Im gone. Frog Tree and Kraemer shipped their yarns out to me as soon as they could, thank God. Im still waiting for my order from Schaefer to go through, which I doubled because of the canceled orders, and hopefully it should also get here before I get back. I need to call them today to make sure they have all the info they need because once Im gone, I wont be able to call anyone till I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is hurting pretty bad today and Im not sure why. I know its aching because its going to rain, but I have this bad pinching, stretching feeling in it too along with the aching. Its driving me crazy. I really dont want to take any pain meds because they make me not be able to pee (which is the most annoying thing) and poop (which I can deal with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I must be off like a prom dress to get back to my packing and making sure all is taken care of before I leave. Oh shit, and I also have to get the details of Maretes Bachlorette party in order before June 14th too. Crap. I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5148593434013188158?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5148593434013188158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5148593434013188158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5148593434013188158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5148593434013188158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-4383732145550224992</id><published>2008-04-16T08:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:26:14.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and Love</title><content type='html'>So Im up early. Ive been up since 4am. I went to bed at 1am. Do the math. But today there is a reason other then not being able to sleep, that made me get. The pain in my sides, belly and back from my IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrom) is just horrible. I havent been in this much pain in awhile. Although I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; have pain in my side, I dont get bad flare ups like this often because of all the meds I take for it. I got up at 4 and ate some animal crackers then took a big boy pain pill and it didnt do shit, so I took another one at 6:30 and its still isnt doing shit. I guess Im either gonna have to deal with it, or go to the hospital where they will torture me with stupid test before they manage the pain for me (which is the only way to get it to stop, but then I become a zombie). So hospital is out. Its not my apendix's, which they always think it is. It hasnt been my apendixs for the last 12 years Ive had this. I think I would know the difference by now, trust me. I dont know if many of you know about my IBS come to think of it. I have a serious case of IBS, minus the pooping all the time. I dont do that. Mine is all pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over the last 3 years, Ive gotten more symptoms, like the horride, painful bloating. My belly and abdomen stick out and get rigid and it hurts so bad. I cant wear pants when this happens because one, they dont fit, and two, its hurts to damn much or bend over. Sitting even hurts. Then the burning cramps all through my intestines (worse then period cramps, especially when I get them at the same time). This one also sucks. And the last one, which is rather gross, and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; freaks even &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; out, is the mucus in my poop. Its white, or when I eat fruit rolls ups, what ever color I ate that day. I'll feel like I have to go to the bathroom really bad and I'll go, but the only thing that comes out is mucus. I thought I was dieing when this first happened. But alas, it was only &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; symptom. Ive been on every IBS medication thats on the market in every combo, including trail stuff to manage the pain, and noting really helps. The only thing it does is allow me to get out of bed, which is amazing because before they figured out what it was, I couldnt get out of bed, go to work (which I almost got fired), go to school, hang out, nothing. I didnt have a life because when I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; go out in public, I would pass out from the pain which was and still is really embaressing or throw up or both. So right now I take 4 different medications just for my IBS. One four times a day, one three times a day, one twice a day and the last once a day. Thats not including the pain meds which is the only way to somewhat help it (or my crazy pills). Ive tried to join studies for it, but no one is doing studies on pain, just the pooping part. Its not currable, so I deal with it. But one days like today, it hurts so bad I wanna kill someones. Sharp and dull pain mixed in with whatever else my body wants to do. In short (which is too last for that :sorry:) it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I came down stairs at 4, Ive been sitting in front of the fish tank in my chair Boy got me two x-mas's ago for knitting. Its a super cushy recliner that rocks and it matches our couch. The sound of the water and the wave box is the most calming, soothing, tranquil sound ever and sometimes it brings tears to my eyes when I look and listen to it because its so beautiful. It will put you to sleep. I do my daily meditation in front of the fish tank. The tank is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; different place at night, its unbelievable. You see things that dont come out in the light, like all of our cleaner shrimp who are a beautiful butterscotch, blood red color with a white stripe down there back with long white antena's. They bounce around the rocks to clean them and jump on the fish to preen them of any parasites that might be on them (hint the "cleaner" name), and all the crazy snails that surface. We have &lt;em&gt;thousands&lt;/em&gt; of these little snails that come out of the sand, no joke, and our big snails who come out of the sand on the glass to breed (wicked cool to watch), hundreds of the little star fish come out, worms poke out. Its amazing. All the fish hide and go to sleep. And as I was sitting here, the sun was slowly coming up and I could see the tank starting to change and wake up right before my eyes. I had never seen this process before, and it was breathtaking!!! I mean just simply amazing. This must be what the ocean looks and acts like when the sun rises everyday. All shrimp start to go back into hiding, and the fish slowly start to wake up and poke their heads out of their sleeping spots and move about. When they sleep, they change colors, mostly fade to blend in, and you see their colors start to change back into "day" colors. Our Maroon clown got all upset because I stood in front of her anemone and she started dive bombing and buring herself into it becase she thought I was "too close" for her comfort. Bitch. All of the corals and polyps started to slowly open and grow back to size (they shrink at night). I just cant explain it enough. It brought honest to god tears to my eyes. I have never witnessed something so magnificent in my life. This &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; thing has been happening &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the ocean for billions of years and Im lucky enough to be able to see it in my house!!! I feel bad, I feel like Ive taken my tank for granted and not truely paid enough attention to it, like I have this morning. For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; years I have never taken the time to sit and watch this because, well, Im sleeping or in the living room watching T.V, like a moron. Ive watched them all go to bed which is awesome, but never wake up. I have a whole new appreciation for my tank that Ive never had before. Its just simply amazing and beautiful. Now all the fish are swimming around right in front of the glass where Im sitting saying goodmorning to me and "FEED ME!!". Some of you may not believe it, but my fish really do know who I am. When I walk into the room they race to the front of the glass and get all excited like a dog, but when a stranger walks in (like Boys boss last night) they change there colors to "pissed off" colors and hide until their gone. But all of this by just the natural sun light. Their lights arent even on yet, not for another 2 hours. I always thought &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; controled them and what they did. How egomanical of me to actaully think I could control something thats been happening for billions of years on their own. Sometimes us people really dont have a clue. We cant control everything like we think we can. Were completely oblivious to what &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; happens in the ocean or wild. I cannot believe though, that Ive taken so much of this tank for granted, and appreciate it and &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; it more. Its a miracle that I have this little piece of ocean in my house and I am truely greatful that Ive been granted the gift to be able to keep it alive and &lt;em&gt;thriving&lt;/em&gt; like I have. I love my tank :love:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-4383732145550224992?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4383732145550224992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=4383732145550224992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4383732145550224992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4383732145550224992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain-and-love.html' title='Pain and Love'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-3291405404969397283</id><published>2008-04-14T10:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:09:02.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a mommy again!</title><content type='html'>Yup. Im a mom again. I was standing at the refridgerator last night and glanced at the fish tank. I saw that my female Bangaii Cardinal was chasing  Steve, my Anthia. This triggered suspision because she doesnt normally do that. I walked over and stared at the male Cardinal and sure enough he had little tails sticking out of his mouth. His mouth was full of babies!!! He was ready to spit them out that night because they were so big so I had little time to act and go into Operation Get Male Cardinal Down Stairs to the Brood Tank. (side note: for those of you that dont know, which is probably everyone, Male Bangaii Cardinals hold the eggs and the babies in their mouth for safe keeping until they are big enough to "fend" for themselves, at which point he spits them out, usually into our long spine urchin which makes them impossible to get, which is the point, but then they end up getting eaten by something over the next couple days). I shut off all the lights because the fish become retarded or something when the lights are off and WAY easier to catch. I caught him, ran down the stairs and in the process he spit out 4 babies in the net, put him in the brood tank, made sure he was okay, shut off all the lights to keep the stress as low as possible and went to bed. This morning I went down there and we had 7 babies just floating around doing their own thing, one was dead, and I figure okay, he's done spitting them out. I catch him again, and take him upstairs to put him back int he tank while its dark to minimize stress. As soon as I put his punk ass in the big tank again (big tank as in 400 gal.) he opens his mouth and I see like, 5 more babies in there!! GAH!!! So I had to fish his dumb ass &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; out, and in the process fight with the urchin because thats where he was hiding and I get him &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; in the brood tank. I hurried up and feed the babies that were out really quick, then covered the tank with a towel to make it dark, shut off all the other fish lights down stairs for now, and went back up stairs. Now its a waiting game. I have to wait for him to stop being an ass and spit the rest out so I can put him back up stairs where he belongs. I really hope I can get them to live, I could use the extra money. I'll take pictures after everyone is out and doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had an interview with the Grand Blanc Police Department on Saturday morning for dispatch. It was a listening and comprehension test. I found out about the position from an insider, I didnt realize it had been posted in the news paper. So when I showed up at 8am, I was not expecting 30 people to be there!! And there were two other testing times that day. Ugh! They said they'll send me a letter in two weeks if Im choosen and to make an appointment for my oral interview. I really hope I get this job. I've my god damn Law Enforecment degree for a year now, and I havent done shit with it. And since I fucked my knee up, I have a full &lt;em&gt;year&lt;/em&gt; before I can do anything related to officer work. Its annoying. Im way qualified for this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-3291405404969397283?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3291405404969397283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=3291405404969397283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3291405404969397283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3291405404969397283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-mommy-again.html' title='Im a mommy again!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5854644765811270630</id><published>2008-04-10T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:40:06.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_6je6hWGlI/AAAAAAAAADE/K7KeOXI50mA/s1600-h/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187763572277910098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_6je6hWGlI/AAAAAAAAADE/K7KeOXI50mA/s320/DSC02207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Yukon Leaves again in Knit Picks Essential, colorway Tuscon Multi. It looks like Superman Ice Cream!! I love this colorway. These are my 2 socks on 2 circs. They are coming along good now. It really was a pain in the ass when I first started because I kept getting my balls of yarn all twisted, but now that  I have a bit done, Its going good. Im excited that instead of knitting just one, I'll have TWO when Im done! Hopefully I can stop my SSS this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought beads at Joann's the other day to start making stitch markers for the website. I was really excited until I realized I have no fucking idea how to bead or make stitch markers. I kinda figured it out while I was on the phone with Marete and Tia. I think the ladies from the Commune will be getting  my reject ones that I cant sell on the site, which could be quite a few :shifty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im going to throw Marete her bachlorette party. She doesnt have one planned, this is her first wedding, and she is a little freak. Therefor I am taking it upon myself to make sure she gets shit faced drunk, wear LOTS if things that are shaped like penises and have a shit  load of fun. Its gonna be the best damn party ever. Just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5854644765811270630?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5854644765811270630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5854644765811270630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5854644765811270630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5854644765811270630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-started-yukon-leaves-again-in-knit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_6je6hWGlI/AAAAAAAAADE/K7KeOXI50mA/s72-c/DSC02207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-4242769378291695024</id><published>2008-04-07T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:55:40.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knit 2 Soxs at Once?</title><content type='html'>Im watching Top Gear on BBC right now (only the funniest show ever, its on monday nights at 7pm I believe) and Im laughing so hard Im going to seriously pee my pants. I love this show so much. I wish it were on everyday. Oh god, I was just laughing to hard that there is spit on the computer screen and Im crying. Ah, check the show out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it feels like since I started this Motor City Knits business I've bearly knit at all, which is true. It feels like I havent knit in &lt;em&gt;ages. &lt;/em&gt;So tonight, Im trying knitting two socks on two circs.  Im rather excited to try it. If it goes well, it should prove to be a fast way to get over SSS. But I still love my DPN's, even though they are after me and plotting to kill me. Im serious. They really are trying to kill me. One has already succeded in impaling itself straight through my palm. This is no laughing matter. Its scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided it would be a good idea to take sleeping pills and go play on &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/"&gt;www.ravelry.com&lt;/a&gt; . It appears that when the sleeping pills actually kick it, my spelling vyris goes into overdrive and I make no sense what so ever. Everyone enjoyed it though, so thats all that counts really. The only scary part was, I dont remember typing anything that I did on there last night. I remember being on the computer and that I kept nodding off, but I dont remember writing anything. The other sad part is, my insomnia is so bad, that even after 4 tylenol PM's, a xanax and a flexeril, I still only slept 4 hours and was wide awake at 5am, ggrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my "garden" is doing quite well. I have a whole shit load of sprouts in my broccoli, all my beans have sprouted, my cucumbers and pickles have sprouted and my basil and dill are poking through. I still havent seen anything with my watermelon, cantalope, okra and catnip. Maybe later in the week. I also picked up 10 bags of top soil for my garden at the Depot this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy also took me for ice cream this evening as well. It was such a beautiful evening that we busted out the new corvette ( lame I know, we should of taken the 59' vet, but the top of the engine is currently torn apart) and went to get some ice cream from Boys best friends parents ice cream store. It was delicious! It almost felt like summer...until we walked out to go home and it was freezing cold. But it felt good to be back in the Vet again. We bought the poor thing last summer and its just sat in the garage all winter being alone with a battery charger. It has to be hooked up to a charger during the winter because the new corvettes are all electronic and if the battery dies, you can get it in, or out for that matter, of the stupid thing, and you certainly cant start it since it doesnt have a key start. Its a push start. They only way you can possibly get in is the hidden key in the key fob that you use on a hidden door lock under the hadle of the back hatch and climb through the entire car and pop the hood. Its all rather dumb and too much work. I'll stick with my Peon Neon, Boy can keep his high maitance vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough messing around, I  must knit!!! Im off like a prom dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you love someone, set them free; if they come back, set them on fire..." ~G.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-4242769378291695024?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4242769378291695024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=4242769378291695024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4242769378291695024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/4242769378291695024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/knit-2-soxs-at-once.html' title='Knit 2 Soxs at Once?'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-8683196994142917015</id><published>2008-04-06T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:20:05.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motor City Knits | Where yarn meets muscle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.motorcityknits.com/"&gt;Motor City Knits  Where yarn meets muscle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-8683196994142917015?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.motorcityknits.com/' title='Motor City Knits | Where yarn meets muscle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8683196994142917015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=8683196994142917015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8683196994142917015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8683196994142917015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/motor-city-knits-where-yarn-meets.html' title='Motor City Knits | Where yarn meets muscle'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1133444466008837992</id><published>2008-04-06T22:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:04:56.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I cant move today. I woke up with an &lt;em&gt;awful&lt;/em&gt; migrain this morning. I took some medicine and took a three hour nap on the couch with a black shirt tied around my head to keep the light out. When I woke up I went down stairs, moved the "garden" to one side of the basement to get it out of the way, did a water change on my frag tank and took apart both of the skimmers and took them outside to wash them out and clean them up. I was not aware that the next door neighbor was having an Open House to sell his house so I walked out of the front door to clean the skimmers and take the garbage out wearing a wife beater with no bra, and yellow, terry cloth boycut shorts. Not such a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however get my office in order today, which was a reliefe. I also got my filing system organized as well. I just have a few more things to do to finish my office up and I should be good. I need to get a few organizers to hold my return lables and business cards, and move my scanner/fax machine from Boys office into mine. I also might need to buy a printer even though we have a fucking million of them because my computer is gay and doesnt have a normal printer drive, it only has a USB drive to connect to a printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I got my busniess cards and matching return address lables in on friday :SQEEEE!!!: They look so fucking cool. I really hope I'll be able to track down the image and buy it for my logo for the sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be getting some of Angelia's &lt;a href="http://theknittingdefective.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theknittingdefective.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; hand dyed sockie yarnz, which I suggest everyone check out and buy, or even better yet, join her sock club, because you'll just love it!!! Its worth every penny!&lt;a href="http://theknittingdefective.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-1133444466008837992?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1133444466008837992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=1133444466008837992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1133444466008837992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1133444466008837992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5196960821986458192</id><published>2008-04-05T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:18:31.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to hurt tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>It was such a beautiful day out today that I simply could not stay in the house. So I went outside and decided to turn the dirt in my new garden...by hand. Doesnt sound too bad righ? WRONG!! This said dirt has never been worked before. It was like working fucking concrete! I cant feel my shoulders or my feet, and my knee, the size of a balloon. It only took me 5 fucking hours to do it!! But I did triple the size of my garden from last year, so I knew it was going to be alittle work. I was just hoping for a rottertiller, but no such luck. So Ive decided that the seperate garden I was going to plant for the watermelon, cantalope and pumpkins (because they get HUGE and vine everywhere and need ALOT of space seperate from all the other veggies that they tend to snuff out) is NOT going to get worked. Fuck that shit. Everything grew just fine last year. Im just gonna dump some potting soil on the ground and let them go to town. And Im so out of shape that I thought I was going to die, for real, from working all the soil. Boy thought I was going to keel over and die my face was so beet red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went for a walk in my back yard today. We have quite a bit of acrage and I love hiking (even though its nowhere near hiking) so I took a walk to the back of the property then picked my way through some bush to get to the swamp that lays in the far left corner of our property. I had never been that far back before because usually summer is in full swing and its too thick to get back there, but not today. The swamp suprisingly is really low though, even though half our fucking property is soggy and wet so I was able to walk out into the middle of it without getting wet. While I was out there, I saw my baby duck Charlie and her male in there nest. I knew they were living back there, I just didnt know where. But now I know. She just kinda looked and me and quacked wondering if I came bearing food, which I wasnt. There were also two pairs of Geese in the water too who were not happy I was there so I didnt stay long. Geese are fucking mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the loving mother I am, I took my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; two pet ducks, Peanut and  Mister who live with me year round because their acutal pets, to the back of the property because there was a HUGE pond/puddle back there and I let them go swim and play in the mud. While they were busy in the mud, I decided to go search our "Hole" for some railroad ties or boards for my garden. For those of you that dont knwo what our "Hol" is, its a big GIANT hole or drop off at the very back of the property where we throw &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; from cut down brush to old junk to god knows what else in. Since the grass hasnt started growing yet, it was easy for me to pick my way carfully down there to get some big, long boards I spotted at the bottom. But being me, and staying true to form, I started picking my way down into the hole with my Crocs on and no socks (because I didnt want to get them wet). Well, wearing foam Crocs into a hole tha has so many rusty, sharp objects in it its stupid, is not a good idea. Within the first 5 minutes, I stepped directly onto a nail that went staright through my Croc like butter and into my foot. FUCKING OUCH!! There was blood everywhere, but I kept going. I ended up dragging out 6 huge boards, full of nails by the way, to use to box my garden in. I also lodged a big piece of wood into my thumb as well. I dragged 4 of the 6 board all the way across the field to my garden then quit. I was already fucking worn out from turning dirt, I dont think I could of drug the last two up even if I wanted too. I would of passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now Im camped out on the couch, fucking sore EVERYWHERE and ready for bed Im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be another beautiful. I think I'll go play in the dirt even though I probably wont be able to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There ought to be a least one round state."- G.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5196960821986458192?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5196960821986458192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5196960821986458192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5196960821986458192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5196960821986458192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-going-to-hurt-tomorrow.html' title='This is going to hurt tomorrow.'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-9142787406697020959</id><published>2008-04-04T15:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:12:36.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z9ltLDPGI/AAAAAAAAACU/dkmW9hx2ijM/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z9ltLDPGI/AAAAAAAAACU/dkmW9hx2ijM/s320/DSC02172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185470107698281570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z8N9LDPFI/AAAAAAAAACM/8jlXvXNOTyM/s1600-h/DSC02169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z8N9LDPFI/AAAAAAAAACM/8jlXvXNOTyM/s320/DSC02169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185468600164760658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z8ENLDPEI/AAAAAAAAACE/O1guRSgKrnU/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z8ENLDPEI/AAAAAAAAACE/O1guRSgKrnU/s320/DSC02166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185468432661036098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z7xtLDPDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dPxtCQcxqd0/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z7xtLDPDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dPxtCQcxqd0/s320/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185468114833456178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a new fish last night. Her name is Bella and she is a Half Moon Betta. She is sooo cool looking. When i saw her I just couldnt resist. So I set her up in a super pimped out 2 gal. tank with some real plants that float on the top and add oxygen and something to nibble on and some fake ones inside for her to hide in. She totally loves it. And she's fiesty. She likes to attack her food :giggle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to watering the "garden" in the basement. I still have yet to see any sprouts, but its only been a couple days. Im thinking by the end of the weekend I'll see something. I am just way too excited about starting my garden out side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to put through my second big order for MCK (Motor city knits). Things are finally all starightend around at the bank so its go time. Hooray for fucking yarn!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-9142787406697020959?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/9142787406697020959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=9142787406697020959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/9142787406697020959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/9142787406697020959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-bella.html' title='Meet Bella'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R_Z9ltLDPGI/AAAAAAAAACU/dkmW9hx2ijM/s72-c/DSC02172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2397941774437170560</id><published>2008-04-03T13:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:58:56.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much going on!</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got the website up and running www.motorcityknits.com and Im so excited about it!! I dont have any inventory yet because my shipments havent come in, but my the end of the month I shoudl have everything. :GLEE: I cant believe this is finally happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my gardening for the year...in the basement. Apparently someone forgot to tell Michigan that its spring and it keeps snowing and is cold as hell. I needed to get some of my veggies going now or I wasnt going to have anything right away. So I planted my Okra, broccoli, pole and bush greenbeans, cucumbers, pickles, dill, basil, catnip (for the Pheb master), watermelon, and catalope. With the 400watt light over my frag tank, I have more then enough light for the plants to start. I should be getting my first sprouts over the next couple of days. Im trying to figure out my plans for making my garden bigger this year. I need a rotertiller, but no one has one. So Im going to have to go with plan B, which is getting some railroad ties and a shit load of dirt and do it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling liek crap lately. I think my meds are all messed up and in turn it has me in a major funk. Im tired all the time and I dont want to do anything. Not too mention Im snappy and bitchy as hell. I dont know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; the hell is going on. I need to get ahold of the doctor and get this worked out. I cant be feeling like this with the new business just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a brighter note, I did get my tickets to Norway. We still dont knwo what were doing the last three days were there. I really want to go whale watching/swimming and see the Aroura Borealis and the midnight sun. Not to mention I wanna see the the mountains while Im there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2397941774437170560?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2397941774437170560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2397941774437170560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2397941774437170560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2397941774437170560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-much-going-on.html' title='So much going on!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-3540177902897602112</id><published>2008-03-29T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:38:33.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Bellhousing</title><content type='html'>So Ive been out in the garage all day (like 7 hours and Im still here) because we put the clutch and bellhousing back in the race car only to find that the 3 month bulid time, $3000 custom built bellhousing, doesnt fit!!! I thought Boy was going to kill someone. It was grim there for a second. Then we took it off and looked at it and I suggested that he take out the steel plate that goes around the inside of the housing to stop the clutch from coming through it if it ever explodes (the actual bellhousing is Aluminum which isnt strong AT ALL and his leggies are right there). He took it out, figured out that he could trim like an inch of it off and it would fit back in perfect not catching the flywheel like it was before. So after like 3 hours of cutting and chucking it up in the Mill and all that jazz he finished it and it fits perfect. God he is so god damn hand with metal and tools its sexy. It still fucking sucks balls that we had to modify a $3000 fucking custom part, but such as life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess the real trick is, is getting somone who actaully understood anything I just wrote. Sorry. I forgets not everyone has a race car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy just painted mai tonails. He was being all cute and technical about it. I was giggling. I also just got some kick ass business card, return addy stickers and note pads for dirt ass cheap. I cant wait till they come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-3540177902897602112?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3540177902897602112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=3540177902897602112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3540177902897602112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3540177902897602112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-bellhousing.html' title='Stupid Bellhousing'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-3339667628754815897</id><published>2008-03-27T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:11:40.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money!</title><content type='html'>So Im going to get my check for my business Sunday. This is it. Ive reached the final step. I'm just crunching my numbers right now to make sure I have all my totals right and I'll be on my way to putting in my first orders for Motor City Knits. I seriously cant wait. This just doesnt seem real. Im sure after I have to bust my ass to get my orders ready and out it will seem real, but for now its like a dream. Just as good as a wet dream come to think of it.:giggle:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-3339667628754815897?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3339667628754815897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=3339667628754815897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3339667628754815897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3339667628754815897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/money.html' title='Money!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-212865140188106072</id><published>2008-03-27T13:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:21:43.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Norway, websites...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I finally decided to let people see my website that Ive been working on. I dont know if Ive ever explained it here, but I own my own company. Motor City Knits is my baby. Its my on-line yarn shop. I dont have any inventory yet because Im not done tweaking the site and other little details yet. But Im sooooo close I could taste it. Other then my piss poor grammer in the site, everyone liked it. I tried to make it as easy as possible to navigate around in. Easy is good. But here is a look for you guys too. http://www.freewebs.com/motorcityknits/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other annoying notes, Im trying to book a hotel in Oslo Norway for Boy and I. We are staying 3 extra days to go and have fun. But, I have no fucking idea what kind of money they use so I have no idea how much these stupid fucking rooms cost. Ah! &lt;br /&gt;While Im there Im going to try to go to Sweden and Denmark. There so close I dont think I could not go while Im there. Im so excited to go I cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-212865140188106072?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/212865140188106072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=212865140188106072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/212865140188106072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/212865140188106072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/norway-websites.html' title='Norway, websites...'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5438184924288585924</id><published>2008-03-24T18:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:58:13.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get bord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-gxstLDPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/F0KWRBTLx7o/s1600-h/DSC02154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-gxstLDPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/F0KWRBTLx7o/s320/DSC02154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181446015399705618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-gxttLDPCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YwEs4YdS8U0/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-gxttLDPCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YwEs4YdS8U0/s320/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181446032579574818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when Im sitting in the garage bord with nothing to do and there is black tires and paint near me. On the plus side, Boy *loves* them. There the race car tires. They match the race car now and they look fucking sweet. I want to do the slicks but I have a feeling that after the first burn out, all the paint will crack off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been feeling well. Ive been super tired all day long the past week and its killing me. I dont know what the hell is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a couple stitches working their way up in my knee still. This also is driving me nuts because it itches and its knida creepy to keep pulling stitches out of my leg at this point in time. And no, my knee doesnt feel any better. It still fucking hurts really bad. And my back hurts too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5438184924288585924?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5438184924288585924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5438184924288585924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5438184924288585924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5438184924288585924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-get-bord.html' title='When I get bord'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-gxstLDPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/F0KWRBTLx7o/s72-c/DSC02154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-228086005876568121</id><published>2008-03-19T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:22:25.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zep</title><content type='html'>:sigh: I love Led Zeppelin. Jimmy Paige is a God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-228086005876568121?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/228086005876568121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=228086005876568121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/228086005876568121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/228086005876568121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/zep.html' title='Zep'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-8523498094987288451</id><published>2008-03-19T12:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:03:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Beautiful Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-FGvqpw5DI/AAAAAAAAABk/lxWmkq0xfK4/s1600-h/olive.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-FGvqpw5DI/AAAAAAAAABk/lxWmkq0xfK4/s320/olive.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179498831170036786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think this is my new knitting bag. As soon as I saw it, I fell in love. Im a sucker for a hot bag. Im a bag whore. Its the Namaste Malibu bag. I want it in Olive. Check out this sexy little number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-8523498094987288451?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8523498094987288451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=8523498094987288451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8523498094987288451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8523498094987288451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-beautiful-bag.html' title='Oh Beautiful Bag'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R-FGvqpw5DI/AAAAAAAAABk/lxWmkq0xfK4/s72-c/olive.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-6600052401781529702</id><published>2008-03-18T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:46:22.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The List"</title><content type='html'>Ok, if you dont know what "The List" is, let me explain. In life, there are certain things that we all just hate, and I mean hate. It could be something small, a band, a person, an object etc. As life goes on, the list gets bigger. I choose to choose what goes on my list very carefully. Too each their own though. So this is my list, thus far. Trust me when I say, it will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   "The List"&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;              ~U2 (Bono sucks)&lt;br /&gt;              ~Tony Shumaker (drag racer who is the devil incarnite)&lt;br /&gt;              ~Rich Christensen (From Pinks. The guys a total fucking douch bag)&lt;br /&gt;              ~Race car seat belts that wont fucking go in right after 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;              ~Socks that I have knitted that are too small when I only have two more&lt;br /&gt;               fucking inches to go or have frogged more then once for this reason.  &lt;br /&gt;              ~Dumb girls with no common sense. Or sense at all for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-6600052401781529702?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6600052401781529702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=6600052401781529702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6600052401781529702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6600052401781529702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/list.html' title='&quot;The List&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-625083744619639961</id><published>2008-03-18T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:29:32.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: "Self, add the 'List' here tonight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-625083744619639961?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/625083744619639961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=625083744619639961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/625083744619639961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/625083744619639961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/note-to-self-self-add-list-here-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7928347785126417089</id><published>2008-03-16T19:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:46:06.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R92veapw5CI/AAAAAAAAABc/grgeqNebMVQ/s1600-h/DSC02152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R92veapw5CI/AAAAAAAAABc/grgeqNebMVQ/s320/DSC02152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178488083631367202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been to vist for awhile so I figured I would stop by and say :dragqueenvoice: Heeeyyy!! Right this minute, the neighbors cat Phobe (its a boy, how cruel) is staring at me through the back door window. That thing loves Boy and he (mostly me) feeds him kittah treats or ham. Friday night he ate seriously half a pound of ham. I was amazed. But he keeps staring at Boy right now cuz he wants to come inside. I feel bad, but not too bad because Im allergic. But he is a cool cat. And now he went around to the front door to see if he can get in that way. Silly Kittah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag racing is on right now. Melanie didnt make it in and the devil incarnite Tony Shumaker is still in. Ahh, I hate him!! He is NOT gonna win the series this year even if I have to personally kill him with my bare hands. Which I could and would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on a pair of socks with Kraemers Saucon Sock yarn. Its animal fiber free for my non animal fiber wearing friends. Its a 44% cotton, 43% Acrylic, 13% nylon yarn and thus far is working up quite nice. It isnt all nasty like most cotten yarns and because of the Nylon its hold shape, even after you stretch on it. Im knitting Yukon Leaves by Lela Conrad. I really like the pattern. Im thinking knitting some arm warmers in the pattern I like it so much. I posted a picture so you guys can see what it looks like. Im just about to start turing the heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I slipped down the stairs last week and jacked the shit out of my bad knee. I slipped with it under me and then hit it on the wall. It felt like it did before I had surgery when my lower leg was seperating from my knee. I was so scared I tore my graft. But I went to the Ortho and he said I was good and that my graft was in tack. I just opened up some shit in my knee and theres fluid all back in it (yuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im promoting shows for Woodward on March 22nd (see post below), April 9th (once again see below) and the Chicago show (just fucking look below and write it down!). The guys are awesome and its hard not to want them to go far. Im not getting paid for the work I do and Im totally okay with that. Its not a job, its a friend thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Im going to finish watching drag racing and finish my heel turn.&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up! I kill you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7928347785126417089?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7928347785126417089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7928347785126417089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7928347785126417089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7928347785126417089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-sunday.html' title='Just another Sunday'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R92veapw5CI/AAAAAAAAABc/grgeqNebMVQ/s72-c/DSC02152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7123853510307618177</id><published>2008-03-10T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:50:36.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too strung up to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/buffer.gif" height="4" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/artist/shows/schedule_map.swf?bandId=131890&amp;backgroundcolor=EEEEEE&amp;font_color=000000&amp;view=smart&amp;posted_by=MissionsAgent_2888" height="538" width="434" wmode="opaque"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./a4/12/131890/Artist/0/User/link?posted_by=MissionsAgent_2888"&gt;&lt;img alt="Woodward" border="0" height="19" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/data_public/resource/image/12/sm_footer.gif" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/buffer.gif" height="4" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDUyMDAyMjY4ODkmcD*yNzA4MSZkPWFydGlzdCU1RnNob3dtYXAlNUZmaXJzdCU1RmdlbiZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7123853510307618177?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7123853510307618177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7123853510307618177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7123853510307618177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7123853510307618177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-strung-up-to-sleep.html' title='too strung up to sleep'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1755106888959369857</id><published>2008-03-10T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:46:58.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its about time!!</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, my favorite band has decided to finally grace our presence here in Michigan, and in Chicago if your in the area, with their awesomeness. Im telling you guys, their fucking awesome and dont just take my word for it. Go check them out for yourself. I promise you'll love them. Its seriously impossible not too. And if you dont want to (which I still cant understand why the hell you wouldnt) go see them, at least click onthe link so I can win the contest because you love  me, and their awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see Woodward the band live @ Paycheck's in Hamtramck on Wednesday April 9 as part of the International Pop Overthrow Festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-1755106888959369857?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1755106888959369857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=1755106888959369857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1755106888959369857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1755106888959369857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-about-time.html' title='Its about time!!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7158530991609836852</id><published>2008-03-07T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:01:00.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Alive</title><content type='html'>Ok, I havent been on in awhile. Im sorry. Alot of crazy shit has happened. Boy and I broke up for a week, then got back together. We're working things out and I hope it works because I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also getting bad muscle atrophy in my left leg, up to my butt, from the knee surgery. It sucks really fucking bad because it hurts really bad. All the muscles ache so bad it hurts to walk or lay on it and my hip is killing me. That and I have horrible pinching in my knee cap. This whole knee shit is sucks bbig fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my state tax ID # so Im offically a business owner in Michigan!! Im so excited about that. I can finally get my orders put in and get my yarnz rolling in and the site up. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7158530991609836852?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7158530991609836852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7158530991609836852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7158530991609836852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7158530991609836852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-alive.html' title='Im Alive'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7180957041140098166</id><published>2008-02-24T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:07:42.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant spell</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my wonderful bitch ho Andee, who so politly informed me that I had forgotten my second "o" in my blog title Too Strung Up To Sleep. I cant spell if my life depended on it, and didnt even realize I had spelled it wrong. Yes, I am that cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7180957041140098166?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7180957041140098166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7180957041140098166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7180957041140098166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7180957041140098166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-spell.html' title='I cant spell'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1223354712498388737</id><published>2008-02-21T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:04:11.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is funny!</title><content type='html'>I've determined that most of my friend would never read "Life's LittleInstruction Book" or at least not follow the rules. So here are somethat you will all enjoy, taken from "Life's Little Destruction Book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal left, turn right&lt;br /&gt;If the mistake is in your favor, don't correct it&lt;br /&gt;Tell the ending of movies&lt;br /&gt;Cut people off in the middle of their sentences&lt;br /&gt;Develop a convenient memory&lt;br /&gt;Tailgate the elderly&lt;br /&gt;Develop a truly tasteless foul mouth&lt;br /&gt;Blow out other people's birthday candles&lt;br /&gt;If there is going to be a fight, make sure you start it&lt;br /&gt;Reserve compliments for people who can do you some good&lt;br /&gt;Accuse, Confuse, and Refuse&lt;br /&gt;Put off until tomorrow whatever you can o the day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Focus on winning and to hell with how you play the game&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is sweet, get some&lt;br /&gt;Get a backseat driver's license&lt;br /&gt;Change the rules to suit your moods&lt;br /&gt;Always have an ulterior motive&lt;br /&gt;Pee in the swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;Bite your dentist's finger&lt;br /&gt;Make animal noises in libraries&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate and someone else will surely do it&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, Bitch, Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Play mind games&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the peace&lt;br /&gt;Jump to conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Be a bad sport&lt;br /&gt;Answer the phone with "what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;Always be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least: Don't get caught!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-1223354712498388737?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1223354712498388737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=1223354712498388737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1223354712498388737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1223354712498388737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-funny.html' title='This is funny!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-2741942700221788581</id><published>2008-02-19T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:36:42.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Monday</title><content type='html'>Not much going on today. We might be going to Utah to go skiing (we'll Boy to go snowboarding since I cant). Were having trouble booking the flights because the airline keeps blocking out our flights out there. That and we can only get one ticket with the Sky Miles we have because their expired which isnt a problem because I can activate them at any time. It will just take 8-12 weeks before I see them and thats definaly going before then. And regular tickets are fucking retardedly expenisve.  I Boy to take my moms points and go. I dont mind staying home. I cant ski anywat right now and one of us should be able to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and I hate flying. Those long trips &lt;em&gt;kill &lt;/em&gt;my leg. That and its impossible to get comfortable so all I do is squerm and it suck. As much as I want to go to Utah because its beautiful and they have some great trails and rocks  climbing, I would rather stay home and keep healing. I really dont care if he goes. I would love for him to  go though. It would be a nice break and he'll have a great time and traveling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ftlled on an app. For The township possition is for a clerk/dispatch possition. I hope I get. I;ll be going to into interview, *again* if i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, pain meds and sleeping pills are kicking in so Im going to bed. I can bearly see, let alone type without nodding off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-2741942700221788581?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2741942700221788581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=2741942700221788581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2741942700221788581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/2741942700221788581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-another-monday.html' title='Just Another Monday'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7409118825436821588</id><published>2008-02-16T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:54:30.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>So we got back from Higgins Lake tonight. There's a bad ice storm coming in and no one wanted to drive in it tomorrow so we all decided to leave tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a relaxing day. I hung out with the Boys friends wife, Danielle. She's super nice and we went to this GIANT craft store in town and it was awesome. They had &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; in there. I saw some sock yarn I have never seen by Lion Brand. But other then that, their yarn selection kinda sucked. But their other craft stuff was cool. SOOOO much scrap booking stuff I couldnt believe it. Some awesome beads I was looking at for stitch markers I want to make for my site. I plan on making sweet custom stitch markers for the site. Every knitter and hooker needs a good set of stitch markers. I did buy a panoramic picture frame while I was there because its the first place in almost 3 years I could find one. Im putting this super cute picture of Boy and I at the race track in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George (my knee) is KILLING me. I was on it all day and I had to walk over uneven snow up north because they got a foot the night before we got there so nothing was shoveled. I thought I was going to die by the time I got all the way up to the cottage and up the stairs. George was having none of this nonesense. He gave up so I couldnt walk. Then walking through craft store, my brace was sqeaking. It was so annoying. You could here me walking from the next isle over. I need some WD-40 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really against knitting baby clothes because I hate kids. Period. But the little girl Boys co-worker has is really cute and I want to test some patterns out on her so Im all for it at the moment. That and I dont have to buy the yarn, because Danielle is, so all I have to do is knit. I have plenty of time for that. Plus baby clothes are really fast to knit so it wont take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Im ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7409118825436821588?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7409118825436821588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7409118825436821588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7409118825436821588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7409118825436821588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-7345531948402185833</id><published>2008-02-14T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:09:03.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Sucks</title><content type='html'>Yes, Valentines day does suck. Its a lame holiday that makes single people, and non single people whose spouses dont believe in it, feel like shit. So I say BOOO to Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was not a good day. I had my one week Doctors appointment which did go good. Got my steary stiches off, got a good look at the incisions, then they put more on. Got the okay to have full 90 degree's of motion, and the okay to not wear my brace if I dont want too (yesss!). But my knee was &lt;em&gt;Killing&lt;/em&gt; me. It was bad. PT was even worse. I cried. George (Tia's affectionate name for my knee) just didnt want to work with me. It was stiff, didnt want to bend and wanted to fight with me the whole way. I couldnt get the pain to stop. I was up all night, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. This deep, bone jarring, aching just wont stop. The pain meds wont even work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be going up to Boyne this weekend so Boy and another guy he works with can go snowboarding. The other guys wife is coming with their new baby, who actually is almost one I think. She had her 2 weeks before Boy broke his neck last year on march 8th. Ah, anyway, it should be nice. I might hang out at the hill with them or I might hang out with the wife in the cabin. Either way I get to knit and read so I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first "buisness" meeting on Monday morning with a yarn rep. It was so cool. It took about three hours to go through the lines I wanted to carry and we wrote up 3 orders. Im not going to put all 3 in at once, we just wrote them up so I can remember what yarn I want in what color and how much of it.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to go to the county clerks office to to get my tax ID, open the buisness bank account along with a credit/debt card and Im on my way. I cant wait till it finally opens!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-7345531948402185833?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7345531948402185833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=7345531948402185833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7345531948402185833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/7345531948402185833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-sucks.html' title='Valentines Day Sucks'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-6682644888577190706</id><published>2008-02-09T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:45:38.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start them engines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R65zPFzqyDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGTycYeE4eI/s1600-h/banner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R65zPFzqyDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGTycYeE4eI/s320/banner1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165192525734660146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NHRA drag racing has offically started today!! Im so excited I could pee myself. I love drag racing so much. Granted its only qualifing, but its racing just the same. Finals are on tomorrow. Im a bit bummed though because my favorite race, Melanie Troxel moved from Top Fuel to Funny Car this year. I think she rocked more in Top Fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday is my first "offical" meeting for my buisness. I admit, Im alittle geeked. Im meeting with a yarn rep. to go over different lines of yarn I want to carry and pricing. Im excited. Things really seem to be moving along. Being off because of my knee is helping too because I have alot of time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee hurts like hell. Its a different kind of hurt now. Its the deep, bone jarring pain that I assume comes when they drill holes into your bones. Its aching and I just cant get it confortable. Its driving me fucking crazy. And the pain pills really arent helping this pain either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got presents in the mail yesterday from my girlies on Ravelry.com. Tia and Kelly sent me a "care package" to make me feel better. I got some super sweet sock yarn from Knitting Like Crazy in the colorway named, and Im sure it was on purpose, Ski Trip. Ill take pics of it later. Its a great sock yarn that is dyed by hand at &lt;a href="http://www.knittinglikecrazy.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.knittinglikecrazy.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt; . She'll also custom dye for you. Check her out, its worth it. I also got some beautiful stitch markers, an awesome smelling candle, a cute little project bag from Kelly from Chix, and some German Chocolate cheesecake lipbalm (sooo yummy!). It made me feel so good to open it. Lets me know my girls care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got another present in the mail today from my friend Dave, who is in the band Woodward, which is absolutly fucking awesome. I seriously suggest you check them out because they fucking rock!! He sent me a CD of them to help make me feel better, which it did. Their music makes me happy, and I love listening to it. You must also check them out &lt;a href="http://www.woodwardtheband.com/"&gt;http://www.woodwardtheband.com/&lt;/a&gt; I insist. And if you dont check them out, I'll eat your first born child!! Okay, just kidding, I wont eat your first born, but I might inflict bodily harm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-6682644888577190706?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6682644888577190706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=6682644888577190706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6682644888577190706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/6682644888577190706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/start-them-engines.html' title='Start them engines!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R65zPFzqyDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGTycYeE4eI/s72-c/banner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-286426510777630409</id><published>2008-02-08T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:40:43.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R60uj1zqyCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/syZAp12jA2E/s1600-h/angeryknee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164835540937918498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R60uj1zqyCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/syZAp12jA2E/s320/angeryknee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANGRY KNEE!!!! This is how it feels most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That and this picture is funny as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-286426510777630409?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/286426510777630409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=286426510777630409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/286426510777630409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/286426510777630409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/angry-knee-this-is-how-it-feels-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R60uj1zqyCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/syZAp12jA2E/s72-c/angeryknee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-189356194962151985</id><published>2008-02-08T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T04:40:07.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Why am I up at this ungodly hour? Well, the pain meds arent working and neither are the sleeping pills. So Im currently flipping between Candyman and Law &amp;amp; Order. Boy gets up in an hour and half and my cooling machine is warm because it needs more ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows how to design banner links, or things of the such, let me know. Im gonna need some for advertising the new buisness on websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, I just wanna go to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-189356194962151985?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/189356194962151985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=189356194962151985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/189356194962151985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/189356194962151985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-3890579752251436523</id><published>2008-02-07T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:24:25.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrusday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R6ta3wmvWNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ha7KrdvxJmU/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164321311697098962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R6ta3wmvWNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ha7KrdvxJmU/s320/DSC02107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Thrusday. Nothing much going on except for the over a foot a snow we got last night. I get to dig my car out of snow to go to PT. Grrr.... My knee is looking pretty good though. I have an incision on my thigh that you cant see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1880160160931872808-3890579752251436523?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3890579752251436523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=3890579752251436523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3890579752251436523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/3890579752251436523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/thrusday.html' title='Thrusday'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/R6ta3wmvWNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ha7KrdvxJmU/s72-c/DSC02107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1027012448595755738</id><published>2008-02-06T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:54:17.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO</title><content type='html'>Ok, I discovered a little boil looking thing that was seeping on my knee a little while ago when I unwrapped it. Normally it wouldnt be a big deal, but the UFO isnt near any of my incisions so Im thinking its not a good thing. Im morbig to I took some pictures of it so i can send them to the doctor before I go in because its snowing really hard outside and I dont want to go out if I dont have too. That and I can get ahold of the doctors office, suprise, suprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-1027012448595755738?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1027012448595755738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=1027012448595755738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1027012448595755738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1027012448595755738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/ufo.html' title='UFO'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-676968294307019462</id><published>2008-02-06T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:33:49.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To sleep or not to sleep</title><content type='html'>I guess PT really got the best of me yesterday. I could bearly move last night and was in so much pain. The pain wouldnt go away and I couldnt get confortable all night. Oh well. There isnt much I can do about it other then wait it out....unfortunatly. I guess a couple of hours of sleep is better then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I have two appointments with yarn reps over the next two weeks so I can start to get my finally orders pulled together and get a final figure. The silent partner though is screwing with my budget though and is making it really hard to get a decent selection of yarn for the first order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its snowing. Again. Grrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-676968294307019462?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/676968294307019462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=676968294307019462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/676968294307019462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/676968294307019462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleep.html' title='To sleep or not to sleep'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1289937677873684001</id><published>2008-02-05T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:46:21.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder it hurts...</title><content type='html'>Well Im doing okay today. My lower incision has been hurting me alot yesterday and today. When I went to the doctors this morning and he removed my dressings I found out why, its where they drilled into my bone! No wonder it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee does look really good the doc says. It isnt that swollon and my incisions havent bled or seeped at all. The scope images And I've been able to bear wieght on it since I got out of the hospital bed, which is really good. I can also walk on it without the brace on as well. At Psyical Therapy the therapist said Im ahead of schedule because I can bear wieght on it and Im able to bend my knee and straighten it alot. My muscles are still strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont get me wrong, my knee is killingme right now. Its aching like a son of a bitch from bending it at PT. Im hooked up to my Game Ready cooling machine as we speak (or type). Im still on alot of pain meds today but hopefully tomorrow I can start not taking them as much. Im aiming for pain meds only on PT days, which is 3 days a week. Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-1289937677873684001?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1289937677873684001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=1289937677873684001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1289937677873684001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/1289937677873684001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-wonder-it-hurts.html' title='No Wonder it hurts...'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-8875242620408920027</id><published>2008-02-04T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:54:14.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the clouds</title><content type='html'>Well surgery went great. Im still really high on the good pain meds from the hospital and Im sure once those wear off Im gonna be pissed off. I this HUGE brace thing on thats locked so I cant bend my knee and I have my Game Ready cooling machine brace on that rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im super tired from being put under so I'll probably just sleep on and off for the rest of the day. I'll let you guys know how I feel tomorrow after Psyical Therapy, which will more then likely be pissed of and in alot of pain. Stupid knee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-8875242620408920027?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8875242620408920027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=8875242620408920027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8875242620408920027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/8875242620408920027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-clouds.html' title='In the clouds'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5780837689960371463</id><published>2008-02-03T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:14:48.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being a little bitch!</title><content type='html'>As a good friend of mine says, It must be pretty egomaniacal of myself to think that someone would actually like to read about me and my mundane life. Oh well. Your lose I guess because Im pretty friggin sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start a "real" blog for a couple reasons. One, I dont have anything better to do, Two, I get knee surgery tomorrow and I'll have alot of free time over the next like 6 months, and Three, its a good way to promote my up and coming buisness, my on-line yarn shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and side note, the New York Giants just won the Superbowl as Im writting this (big deal?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now more about this said knee surgery. Right before Christmas on my new skiis on my second run down the hill I totally ate shit and twisted the shit out of my knee. It blew up, went to ER, they said its a sprain and no tearing of the ACL, but sports Medicine doctor says I tore  my ACL and the Ortho surgen agrees. Damn. So now Im going in for a cadaver graft ACL repair. And by cadaver I mean a dead guy (or girl) ligament. Kinda creepy. But its better for me because now they dont have to cute me open somewhere else to graft some of my own ligaments which makes healing time faster.&lt;br /&gt;But on the up and up, and parden my language (In my own blog!!) but this is going to fucking suck and its gonna hurt like a son of a bitch. Worse could happen though. I could of broken my neck like Boy (boyfriend) did last year (thats a story for another day), although his didnt require getting anything cut open. I need to just suck it up and quit being a little bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you guys know how everything goes tomorrow....if Im lucid enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880160160931872808-5780837689960371463?l=tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5780837689960371463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880160160931872808&amp;postID=5780837689960371463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5780837689960371463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880160160931872808/posts/default/5780837689960371463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tostrunguptosleep.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-being-little-bitch.html' title='Stop being a little bitch!'/><author><name>Jessica Kalmeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7_tATf0FMU/SDYmwSQVhRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UZB6sriUrGk/S220/DSC02468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
