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A few years ago my life was very different. I spent a large portion of my waking hours at the D.C. Armory on a wooden floor, pads on my knees, elbows, wrists and head, hot Pants on my ass, leather and wheels on my feet, playing roller derby. I loved it. I loved it so much, I wanted to start a blog about it. I just happened upon the forgotten first and only post from that blog..."What Would Cheesus Do?". I<br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;">If you read my other blog Libby's World, you may be surprised at the lack of images in What Would Cheesus Do. That is because I needed a place to just write. To be a little self indulgent. I know when I visit a creative blog, I want to be visually inspired. A few sentences are OK. I can even put up with a paragraph or two, but what I really want is pictures. You won't find as many of those here on WWCheesusDo? That is what Libby's World is for. My main goal with this blog is to reveal a little more of myself and to explore inspirational people (mostly women) as I come across them in my life. I won't lie, in the beginning I will probably explore a lot of what is going on in my own life right now and how I have suddenly found a new source of power. That power came in the form of Grilled Cheesus, my Roller Derby alter ego. Where I am hesitant Cheesus rockets forward. While my brain is thinking "I can't weave my way through all of these skaters without killing one of them or myself" Cheesus' feet encased in skates are rolling through a pace line, hip checking women along the way. Thanks to my new Derby sisters, I have learned to stop apologizing and start moving. For awhile I thought I had to find my inner anger to be a good Derby skater. One night at practice a veteran skater said to me "It's not about finding your anger, it's about finding your power." A light that had been turned off for a very long time suddenly came on. Power, it is so easy to think you are tapped into it and not even realize you have lost it somewhere along the way. That power is easy to find, it's not far from where you left it. It just wants to have the dust shaken off and be put back where it belongs. In your heart and in your mind.</span></div>
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When I was a little girl I would visit my grandmother for two weeks every summer and we would walk everywhere. My grandmother didn't drive due to a few unfortunate driving incidents in her younger years so she walked. We walked two miles to the grocery store, five miles to swimming lessons at the YMCA and up to six miles to get to a worthy fabric store. And then we would walk home again.</div>
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I love to walk. I like to take things slowly but in life, things have a way of speeding up. Life rolls downhill and whether I want to or not I inadvertently speed up. One child becomes two, two become three, then four. The hours in the day become shorter and shorter and the tasks assigned to those hours multiply like the children. I am rolling downhill gathering more and more tasks, jobs and commitments, a giant snowball bent on getting bigger and more unmanageable as I pick up speed. I am out of control. And then suddenly things screech to a halt. </div>
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I experience a back injury that hobbles me the way no childbirth, no sickness, no surgery ever has. I must stay home and stay still. I cannot drive, but I can walk. In the beginning though I can't even physically walk so I walk through my mind, and books, I walk through other people's mind's via their blogs. I come across a woman named <a href="http://www.awalkerinla.com/">Alissa Walker</a> who lives in L.A. And walks everywhere. Her blog <a href="http://www.awalkerinla.com/">A walker in LA</a> reminds me once again of what it means to be a walker. To slow down. To plan a route and tasks based solely on where my own two feet can take me. As I grow stronger I begin to walk along the river near my home, I think about walking to the grocery store instead of driving. I have been training for a half marathon and because of my injury I decide (well, OK I was told by my doctor) that I will not run it, I will walk it. I want to slow down. I want to change my life to reflect my new outlook and slow my pace permanently. Then, I am cleared to drive. I can work again and run to the store to grab milk in the blink of an eye and pick up and drop off children, take dogs to the vet and run across town to visit a friend, squeezing in three or four errands along the way. All of the things normal people do. </div>
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The snowball is once again at the top of the hill. One small nudge and I will begin my descent. But the warm weather in which snowballs cannot exist is coming. A move to Saudi Arabia is on the horizon where for me there is no driving and there are no snowballs. Will I like the eternal slowness of an ever present Saudi summer? Or will I long for a heavy blanket of snow and a steep hill. Only time and the weather will tell.</div>
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While I have been slowly making my way through online sources of announcements and cards I have been finding myself more and more drawn to making a few of these items myself. Don't get me wrong, I have no desire to revisit mass producing handmade Christmas and Valentine's day cards but I do think it is nice to produce a select few for loved ones who are far away that you really wish you could reach out and touch.<br />
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Yesterday I stitched up some Valentines to send on their way to Maggie, Sarah and Terry and Uncle Chris. I enclosed a few packets of my new favorite indulgence; green tea ginger matcha and viola! A Valentine treat was born.</div>
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I'm not quite sure how it happened. I have gone from being a woman who made each and every Christmas card (and we are talking hundreds) by hand to some down and out non card sending loser. Not to toot my own horn but I even had one of my Christmas cards on the cover of a magazine back in the good old days. Last year I swore it was a one time thing. We were overwhelmed by the holiday, I was working a lot, volunteering was overwhelming me....yada, yada, yada.
Well guess what? It happened again this year. No cards went out, not a one. Meanwhile, the cards I have been getting in the mail have been spectacular! Photo cards have been stepped up to letterpress quality. The typography, the paper weight and the quality of what showed up in my mailbox this year was incredible. I doubt if I will ever be inclined to mass produce handmade cards again given what is out there to personalize and purchase.
In the first year of my fourth daughter's life (the only other time I was negligent with Christmas cards) I crafted hundreds of Valentine's Day cards to make up for that year's lack of holiday cheer along with homemade birth announcements.It seems unreal to me that now I could just head to <a href="http://www.minted.com/birth-announcements">minted.com</a> and choosen from over 500 birth announcements. The appeal is across the board, from cute and cuddly to faux chalkboard and letterpress.
I have moved in my life from a time of birth announcements to graduation and wedding announcements. While I am so proud of my oldest daughters handmade wedding announcements and am glad she is following in the family crafting footsteps, when it comes time to think about the graduation announcements we will be sending out in a few months I know I will be turning to my new favorite source for nearly handmade cards<a href="http://www.minted.com/graduation-announcements"> Minted.com</a>
I think my life just got a little easier!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-56915898060823238722013-03-13T15:54:00.000-04:002013-03-13T15:57:11.233-04:00Intentions<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/8386912911/" title="Untitled by Libby's World, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8326/8386912911_f31f919355.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Untitled"></a>
I have good intentions...don't we all. I will exercise every day. I will go to bed early, eat healthy, drink less, write more, be kinder to my husband, walk my dogs every day, work, work, work, read more, knit more, sew more, craft more, write more personal notes, call old friends, blog more, read blogs more, etc. etc. etc.
And that is what I expect of myself before lunch time. It is overwhelming. Where do we draw the line? Is my cell phone for everyone else to reach me? Or is it a tool for me to use to make my life easier. Am I required to acknowledge and respond to every email I receive or can I ignore the more obnoxious ones?
I never used to have this feeling of so much left undone. Our's is a world of possibility. You can call or text anyone at any time. You can shop anywhere in the world day or night on the internet. You can post pictures to the world. You can make the perfect playlist and share it with the world. You can cook, photograph and share the perfect weeknight meal with the world. And so many people do all of those things that sometimes it feels as if we should all be doing them.
I think I am going to give myself permission to step back in time 15 years when I feel like it and unplug from the world. I can send some old school photos and a handwritten note to a friend. I can let my cell phone die for a day and pick up the land line to call if I need something. I can make a non organic, un-photographed meal that I eat in front of the T.V. with my kids and no one is the wiser. I can ignore email, texts, tweets, blogs, podcasts and voicemails...just for a day. And all before lunch. Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-37850333938099978942013-02-04T09:24:00.001-05:002013-02-04T09:24:03.649-05:00What a great use of space in this small kitchen. I love the vibrant yet earthy colors and the way the outside seems to move inside.
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I lie in bed at night and think about what I want to write. Then I get up the next morning, surrounded by dogs, kids, business and emails and life takes over. There seems to be so much in my head that wants to come out at night, I don't know where it all goes while I am asleep. Ideas nag at my dreams, they tap on my brain and then run and hide when my conscious mind goes looking for them calling for them to come back.</div>
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It is a strange thing, I want to slow things down. Fewer commitments, more time with my family and more time to dedicate to the things I really want to be doing. For some reason every time I think of slowing things down, I think of writing and blogging...things that take up my free time and space in my head. Yet, the need is there. </div>
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I know I have a tendency to hear other people's voices in my head...Unwanted and unsolicited they take up residence in my brain. Usually these voices belong to people that I don't care about or want in my head, yet somehow they bring their camping gear and move in making me question my every action. Like and occupy Wall Street of my brain. Well, I have decided to clean house. I am the only person I want in my head, the only questions in there need to be my own not some imagined mind police that speaks up unwanted and uninvited.</div>
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I think the best way to do this is turn the faucet on...let my own thoughts come out here so that they can keep streaming through flushing out the sediment. A roto router of the brain...no unwanted thoughts left behind. I want to focus on what is important to me right now. My family, my business, my creativity, my life. Selfish? No, I need to be the best me I can for myself, my daughters and Jim. I need to slow down my brain and lower my expectations of myself and those around me so that I can enjoy what is really going on and stop thinking of ways to make it bigger, better, faster, stronger.</div>
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So, not one to let grass grow under my feet, I have decided to take my 22 year military spouse global adventure of home buying, selling and renting experience paired with my love of houses and people and turn it into a business!<br />
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Jane is approaching double digits and really doesn't seem to want me around as much (this is bring tears to my eyes as I type. Of joy or sorrow I'm not sure which) and the other three girls are working hard at school, sports and their own post college jobs so I have decided to build something of my own.<br />
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We have finally put down post Air Force roots here in Alexandria, VA and I am facing the fact that I am not going to personally get the high of searching for a new home and a brand new experience for my family every three years or so. If I can't continue the moving adventure myself...why not live vicariously through others? Moving has always been an exciting positive experience for me and I would like to help others enjoy the process of moving and finding a home as much as I have over the years, so what better career than real estate?<br />
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I will be able to apply my creative side to a brand new world! The possibilities are endless and my moving adventure can continue without ever having to unpack a box of my own!<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-70568043381195471772012-08-27T11:59:00.002-04:002012-08-27T11:59:59.041-04:00Where Has the Time Gone?Thanks to those of you who have not given up on me! I can't believe it has been the better part of a year since my last post. A lot has gone on in that year! Most of you know that for the past two years or so I have been involved in the all consuming sport of Roller Derby. While I loved the sport and the women it brought into my life, it became a little too consuming for a mother of four who needs time with her family and likes to do things like eat dinner with her family and attend her kid's sporting events so sadly earlier this summer I made the difficult decision to hang up my skates.<br />
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As sad as that was for me, I will now be able to spend time with my family and friends. Oh yeah, and my blog! While my blog has always been mostly visual, I am going to challenge myself to do more writing. One of the things I gave up when I started skating was my spot in a women's creative writing group. So I am going to challenge myself to write more here. So please bear with me! I will still include loads of photos but with the advent of <a href="http://pinterest.com/jlbessel/">Pinterest</a> (if you haven't gone go now!) I am thinking this may be more of a 'print place'. Let me know what you think!<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-14101188529535042012011-11-22T11:49:00.001-05:002011-11-22T11:49:17.472-05:00Greyhounds and Grandmas<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deiru/270906603/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/87/270906603_39d42792c2.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deiru/270906603/">Home Made Pumpkin Pie</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deiru/">Deiru</a>.</span></div><p>Today I am in the kitchen cooking and making pies in preparation for our pilgrimage up to Buffalo, NY to spend Thanksgiving with Jim's family.<br />But it is my family I am thinking of today. As I bake my pumpkin pies, using the same simple Libbys, Libbys, Libbys on the label, label, label recipe that my grandmother used. My grandmother baked those pies and then lovingly prepped them for transport. She then travelled five hours on a Greyhound bus up the coast of California to spend the holiday with us.<br />My grandmother baked from love and she would never show up for a holiday empty handed, even if it meant riding the road communally with pies in tow.<br />Grandma today I am making your pies and tomorrow I will travel with them. I miss you Grandma. I love you.</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-38527121295227784982011-11-21T10:52:00.001-05:002011-11-21T10:52:40.025-05:00Thanksgiving on the Road<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snailtrailcouk/3757579614/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3510/3757579614_36a71bc4e8.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snailtrailcouk/3757579614/">Vintage Caravan Interior</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snailtrailcouk/">snailtrail.co.uk vw camper hire</a>.</span></div><p>How fun would it be to hit the road and make a small Thanksgiving dinner to be enjoyed outside in a national park somewhere with other wanderers. <br />I have this fantasy of the ultimate potluck where people just wander over from their own campsite with a dish full of roasted sweet potatoes or a pecan pie and join the already overflowing table of gypsy pilgrims. <br />Maybe next year!</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-79335997205991020202011-11-21T10:47:00.001-05:002011-11-21T10:47:21.312-05:00Illustrated Flyer - EtsyUK - Pimp My Table Christmas Party<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/heidillustration/6376758923/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6115/6376758923_c28d6ab111.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/heidillustration/6376758923/">Illustrated Flyer - EtsyUK - Pimp My Table Christmas Party</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/heidillustration/">Heidi Burton / Making Strangers</a>.</span></div><p>How cute is this idea? Heidi Burton of Making Strangers shared her idea for pimping out your Thanksgiving table on flickr. Now if only I could get Jim's parents to go for this!</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-29783156013478646942011-10-31T09:30:00.002-04:002011-10-31T09:30:30.976-04:00Blog EnvyI know it has been too long since I have blogged when I don't even recognize the Blogger website! This just proves the point of my post today...whenever I start to feet like maybe I am getting it together and I am going to have stuff flying out of my empty etsy shop and actually post pictures to flickr and basically get my s&%t together I come across and awesome blog like this <a href="http://frecklednest.typepad.com/la/idea.html">http://frecklednest.typepad.com/la/idea.html</a>E<br />
Leigh- Ann of freckled nest has got it going on. Not only does she have an awesome blog but every link I clicked on in her blog took me to another blog from another woman who is hitting it out of the park with a beautiful blog, overflowing Etsy shop, diverse flickr gallery or bypasses all of those sites together and has it all under one roof at her blog! How do these women do it? I am so impressed. They offer classes, cook, hawk their wares, parent, photograph, knit, garden, sew and the list goes on.<br />
My goal today? To get warm from a pre-dawn walk by cleaning my house. Well, maybe it would be easier just to take a warm bath and swiffer a little. Later I may take a picture with my phone of Jane in a no sewing involved Halloween costume and post it on Facebook. What's that put it on my blog? Who would have thought of that?<br />
I need some new goals.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-47572019689434735442011-10-31T08:09:00.001-04:002011-10-31T08:09:56.034-04:00Wall-e Finger<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jojoneil/6050469858/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6086/6050469858_54fa4e9348.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jojoneil/6050469858/">Wall-e Finger</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jojoneil/">JoJoNeiL</a>.</span></div><p>Could this count as a Halloween costume?</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-58789368281379162222011-10-31T08:08:00.001-04:002011-10-31T08:08:52.331-04:00Bob Ross<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51329648@N06/6026858643/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6026858643_f12c4287f2.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51329648@N06/6026858643/">Bob Ross and the joy of painting :) #amigurumi #crochet</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51329648@N06/">CraftyisCool1</a>.</span></div><p>I love this crochet version of Bob Ross by Allison Hoffman of Crafty is Cool. I wish I were this cool!</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-26449364205764580232011-10-28T10:08:00.001-04:002011-10-28T10:08:49.979-04:00yarn bowl<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13166637@N03/5169651435/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5169651435_a5424f09ed.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13166637@N03/5169651435/">yarn bowl</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13166637@N03/">redhotpottery</a>.</span></div><p>How cool is this yarn bowl by Red Hot Pottery? This is definitely going on my Christmas wish list. Yes, she has an Etsy shop!</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-8231764367329432262011-07-01T09:50:00.001-04:002011-07-01T09:51:07.724-04:00One Woman's Journey From Minivan to Mini Cooper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDGyYSyxKBIjGJz5XZNpXQlQkv5WgxutrGLx7g_f3_wFC_O9ydnB8x9wh-N5AYUnrpqnUNzrul19JyJzc8_VxbJt30LFNfU3hKrCW6tPDGOmGLRX0b16Y4tRxv8_MvheS36b63AGybMCs/s1600/IMG_7995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDGyYSyxKBIjGJz5XZNpXQlQkv5WgxutrGLx7g_f3_wFC_O9ydnB8x9wh-N5AYUnrpqnUNzrul19JyJzc8_VxbJt30LFNfU3hKrCW6tPDGOmGLRX0b16Y4tRxv8_MvheS36b63AGybMCs/s400/IMG_7995.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mini Cooper!!! Yes, that's right a car that can only hold four people. Yes, I am crazy and yes, I am happy. There is no room for people to leave food wrappers and milk cartons to go undiscovered until their stench reveals them. There is no video screen to hit my head on, no sliding door to slam and no, I repeat no juice box holders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VZPtu0AiAWyh947roGuXjQXG67Hf7elzj7ZCOjWadTFixwnuQ3KxGULDj8kK_-I7rra_DSrrrbsntOTNLAGH0MYljypMrcqxxBtkQYkwhO0JQWxOip1O1ioLmj7K0ZXjPQd8SQzsfeMJ/s1600/IMG_8000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VZPtu0AiAWyh947roGuXjQXG67Hf7elzj7ZCOjWadTFixwnuQ3KxGULDj8kK_-I7rra_DSrrrbsntOTNLAGH0MYljypMrcqxxBtkQYkwhO0JQWxOip1O1ioLmj7K0ZXjPQd8SQzsfeMJ/s400/IMG_8000.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-34187954278355972662011-06-15T11:56:00.001-04:002011-06-15T11:56:41.397-04:002011 DC Capital Pride<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taedc/5824123053/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/5824123053_db1d29cc07.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taedc/5824123053/">2011 DC Capital Pride 2731</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taedc/">tedeytan</a>.</span></div><p>DC Roller Girls skated in the Capital Pride parade last weekend. I have never felt so adored on all of my life! I can't believe the support the community showed us. I however may want to look in the mirror before I skate in my next parade!</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-65627685394049267922011-06-02T13:54:00.003-04:002011-06-02T13:54:51.128-04:00<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ulUtquiy75TnKYDA5xZYh7RBdXhVFqRHhkcNYOG8wUqrN1bAKe7j5o4E1jmvuH8RHDpgbUUC5Uv4h_G3Geluo7O7KvtrTIsSlS84N4sezzYhkPPU563jsAmup7IKS_l37XU21058KqDL/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ulUtquiy75TnKYDA5xZYh7RBdXhVFqRHhkcNYOG8wUqrN1bAKe7j5o4E1jmvuH8RHDpgbUUC5Uv4h_G3Geluo7O7KvtrTIsSlS84N4sezzYhkPPU563jsAmup7IKS_l37XU21058KqDL/s400/IMAG0272.jpg' /></a></p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.6</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-63421456555085261182011-06-02T13:54:00.001-04:002011-06-02T13:54:22.868-04:00Pencil Beads<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2rMmjKS_3C-CKeqLOj5Jze72LFaqJE17dEK1qdBdkX1J5uSZAZoPxuSzypbhLNbb89MC12Nzgj_SYtWtP4hosOoD3cUgasGWf25lYhXCFX2xv_REb6pAHev_YeRQC4f-vxyfoADlyE7P/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2rMmjKS_3C-CKeqLOj5Jze72LFaqJE17dEK1qdBdkX1J5uSZAZoPxuSzypbhLNbb89MC12Nzgj_SYtWtP4hosOoD3cUgasGWf25lYhXCFX2xv_REb6pAHev_YeRQC4f-vxyfoADlyE7P/s400/IMAG0271.jpg' /></a></p>Jane has a school project to make something and sell it. Which means I get to halfway make it so she can assemble these pencil beads into necklaces to sell. Let's just say my dremmel and I had a fabulous day together. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.6</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-27268249280702507792011-04-15T10:28:00.001-04:002011-04-15T10:28:23.639-04:00I used to live here....<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/3981511700/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/3981511700_d0c7772455.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/3981511700/">Front of house</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/">Libby's World</a>.</span></div><p></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-6687657335924143642011-04-15T10:27:00.001-04:002011-04-15T10:27:49.940-04:00and spend the afternoons here...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/3981505688/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3981505688_5cd32a5cac.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/3981505688/">Left side of porch</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/">Libby's World</a>.</span></div><p></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-6212540816193082012011-04-15T10:26:00.001-04:002011-04-15T10:26:31.427-04:00Now I live here...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/4351560210/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4351560210_ba05d0eef2.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/4351560210/">Snow House</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libbysworld/">Libby's World</a>.</span></div><p></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879713442901856035.post-91690063366475405392011-04-15T10:22:00.001-04:002011-04-15T10:22:53.883-04:00But I would happily live here...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rezlab/3931397289/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3931397289_838f2b9384.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rezlab/3931397289/">Sacramento Midtown Bungalow</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rezlab/">Greg Balzer</a>.</span></div><p></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690773983006536035noreply@blogger.com0