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I've just been so busy playing catch-up and I never blog while we are away from home (safety first) so for now enjoy this photo from our recent camping trip with friends with a promise of more to come! D...getting a little fancy on the knee board.

Is what I was thinking last night when I sat down to dinner...What did I have? you ask...I'll tell you. It was nothing short of amazing. A little time consuming but well worth it. The best part is that it's equally delicious served cold at around midnight, well the dogs and I thought so when we took another forkful of it. Is the suspense killing you? Do you want to know what it was? Is the suspense killing you? Wait for it... Tortilla Lasagna! by fellow knitter, blogger, and designer Kellty Patla at Creating a Family Home . If you haven't checked out her blog you should hop on over immediately (click the fancy link above)...She's amazing! Her designs are wonderful and her recipes (I've tried two so far) are delicious... I made a few tweaks to it based on what I had at home but the rest of it I followed to the letter. Tweaks: I used flour tortillas instead of corn but in order to prevent them from getting mushy I toasted them lightly before layering in the ...

I'm going to nerd out on you for a couple seconds so just hang in there... 726.32 - Lateral epicondylitis E012.0 - Activities involving knitting and crocheting By day I am medical coder/biller so I know all about diagnosis codes, procedures and everything else. Every year the AMA releases new Emergency (E) Codes based on a bunch of numbers and incidents seen in the E.R.'s around the U.S. Two years ago apparently a lot of people were seen for Knitting Related Incidents because it finally got it's own diagnosis code E012.0. I was pretty giddy at the thought that we had emerged as a group to such a degree as to warrant a number in a medical book due to injuries...What sparked "activities involving knitting and crocheting" to get it's own E-code? Was there a high number of stabbings with knitting needles after a terribly frustrating row of lace? Puncture wounds from size 1 DPN's left haphazardly around the house (personal experience). Finger cocked in ...

Mr. Coffee for all the joy you bring to my life so early (4:15 a.m.) you really make the difference in my day.

Dear Right Elbow, I wanted to let you know, because I feel like I've neglected telling you this, but you are an integral part of my everyday life and I value everything you allow me to do each day, from helping my hands wash my hair, to helping me drive my car. Without you I couldn't bring flowers closer to my nose to sniff, or give my dogs a well deserved scratch behind the ears. You help me put my phone to my ear so I can chat with old friends, and you make it possible for me to express my feelings to fellow drivers on the road. Most importantly of all you make it possible for me to knit and create things with beautiful fibers. So I have to ask, why have you turned on me suddenly? You know I have a deadline, you know how important that deadline is, so why now have wreaked havoc in my life creating a pain so intense that not even my trusty tylenol can banish it. Have I wronged you? Did I throw you inappropriately at someone? Why? Why have you turned on me? I'm taking you...

I know you love your ball. It has been your boon companion from day 1. You miss it when you are parted. You hold it when you're together. You gaze upon it adoringly as you clutch it in your little paws. You squeak it to express your happiness (lots of squees in a row) or displeasure with us when the game is over (one hard squee) We get it. You're in love with your ball I wonder what you are thinking when you gaze upon your ball... Does it taste like chicken? Does it look like a chicken? In your little mind does it talk to you and tell you how wonderful you are? I don't know anything of these answers having no desire to taste your ball, and it doesn't look like any chicken I've fed you and the squeaker, while an amazing communication tool for you does not equal the construction of a brain. But you know the Rule...The Ball is an OUTDOOR toy. Not because we segregate but because that's where we play with it...So why do you insist on sneaking it in the house ever...

Is what my mom is going to feel when she checks her email and sees this staring back at her tomorrow... 'I feel happy with myself!'