When I first learned to knit I taught myself. It was prescribed as physical therapy after having a cystotomy in my wrist. After just a couple of months I was back to full flexibility, able to touch my thumb to my forearm.
I learned to knit by watching Knitty Gritty on the DIY Network. Apparently I didn’t watch close enough. For the first 6 months of my knitting career I was always knitting through the back loop. I was apparently also wrapping the yarn backwards when purling. So you’d think that with the twisting of the knitting and the twisting of the purling they’d cancel each other out. But noooo, not the way it works.
I couldn’t figure out why my knitting was so damned tight. My fabrics didn’t move the way they were supposed to. They just sat there like hard little lumps. Like some sort of cyst. See what happens when you try to do something for yourself? I was about to give up then I found my LYS and a very helpful women.
She told me about her beginner’s knitting class and it wasn’t until I took that class that I realized what I was doing. Even then it took the instructor looking at my knitting to tell me. I still have that little bright pink baby sweater. With the first half of the back with twisted stitches. I’m such a perfectionist that if I did it now I’d rip it out and start over. However it was my first ever piece of knitted clothing and it will stay with twisted stitches forever, and probably unseamed as well.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Questions?
Said in the voice of a 5 year old. "Intraweb...Can I ask you a question?...Can I have a hug?"
Friday, August 08, 2008
Bastille Day 1996
In 1996 I tested out of high school. I only stayed long enough to go to my senior prom, what a nightmare but that's another post. I was going to college at night and high school during the day and had been for 2 years. I was sick of school.
As a graduation gift to myself, and ostensibly to earn more college credits, I took out a student loan and spent a month in Paris. I have lots of stories to tell and lots of things I miss.
I went with a group from my local community college and lived in the dorms at La Citè. We attended classes at the Sorbonne. We all know the real reason to go there was to party like it was 1999. There were many nights where we didn't get back to the dorm until 3 or 4 in the morning. Hey! I was 17 and in a foreign country with no parental supervision. I was going to study?
We went during the month of July. I missed my favorite holiday. The 4th. But I was in Paris for Bastille Day. The 14th. Bastille Day is France's independence day. It is so called because in 1789 the French proletariat stormed the Bastille, Paris's main jail, which they felt was a symbol of the corrupt political system. It was the beginning of the French Revolution and the beginning of the downfall of the Monarchy.
The entire city shuts down and huge parties are held everywhere. Even along the banks of the Seine River that runs through the middle of Paris. My two best Paris buddies and I found ourselves along the banks of the Seine partying all night long. We danced and drank cheap French wine and ate good food and had a huge blast. One of my friends, Anastacia, was a line dancer back home in LA. She would go to cowboy bars and dance several times a week. She knew them all. The Achy Breaky, The Boot Scoot Boogy, and most importantly the Electric Slide.
Lily and I didn't know any of these dances. Stacia decided to teach us the Electric Slide since it was the easiest. So there we were, three american girls that spoke bad French at best, on the banks of the Seine river in Paris at a huge party doing the Electric Slide. We were having fun and ignoring everybody else. After about 5 minutes of us doing this constantly, the music never stopped, we started to gain an audience. People were noticing we were doing the same moves, in unison, and too the beat.
I don't remember how exactly it happened but our audienced eventually turned into students. We were teaching the young, what we thought were the cool, French how to do the Electric slide. By the end of the night we had about 200 people behind us doing the Electric slide along the banks of the Seine to European techno music. We only stopped when we were about to fall down. This was about 2 am. We'd been dancing since 4 pm.
The thing that really makes this story great is the fact that we missed the last Metro to La Citè by about 15 minutes. So we had to walk. At 2 AM. Through the middle of Paris. In our "Party Clothes". Three young, attractive, American girls walking through Paris, half-drunk, trying to find our way back home. Needless to say we found we didn't find La Citè. We DID find an all night Mickey D's and a phone book to call a cab. Which only cost us about $10.
So not a bad evening. I'm surprised I can remember most of it. come back tomorrw so i can tell you more tales of my exploits in Paris. Like the time I was walking around on the 4th story ledge of my dorm.
As a graduation gift to myself, and ostensibly to earn more college credits, I took out a student loan and spent a month in Paris. I have lots of stories to tell and lots of things I miss.
I went with a group from my local community college and lived in the dorms at La Citè. We attended classes at the Sorbonne. We all know the real reason to go there was to party like it was 1999. There were many nights where we didn't get back to the dorm until 3 or 4 in the morning. Hey! I was 17 and in a foreign country with no parental supervision. I was going to study?
We went during the month of July. I missed my favorite holiday. The 4th. But I was in Paris for Bastille Day. The 14th. Bastille Day is France's independence day. It is so called because in 1789 the French proletariat stormed the Bastille, Paris's main jail, which they felt was a symbol of the corrupt political system. It was the beginning of the French Revolution and the beginning of the downfall of the Monarchy.
The entire city shuts down and huge parties are held everywhere. Even along the banks of the Seine River that runs through the middle of Paris. My two best Paris buddies and I found ourselves along the banks of the Seine partying all night long. We danced and drank cheap French wine and ate good food and had a huge blast. One of my friends, Anastacia, was a line dancer back home in LA. She would go to cowboy bars and dance several times a week. She knew them all. The Achy Breaky, The Boot Scoot Boogy, and most importantly the Electric Slide.
Lily and I didn't know any of these dances. Stacia decided to teach us the Electric Slide since it was the easiest. So there we were, three american girls that spoke bad French at best, on the banks of the Seine river in Paris at a huge party doing the Electric Slide. We were having fun and ignoring everybody else. After about 5 minutes of us doing this constantly, the music never stopped, we started to gain an audience. People were noticing we were doing the same moves, in unison, and too the beat.
I don't remember how exactly it happened but our audienced eventually turned into students. We were teaching the young, what we thought were the cool, French how to do the Electric slide. By the end of the night we had about 200 people behind us doing the Electric slide along the banks of the Seine to European techno music. We only stopped when we were about to fall down. This was about 2 am. We'd been dancing since 4 pm.
The thing that really makes this story great is the fact that we missed the last Metro to La Citè by about 15 minutes. So we had to walk. At 2 AM. Through the middle of Paris. In our "Party Clothes". Three young, attractive, American girls walking through Paris, half-drunk, trying to find our way back home. Needless to say we found we didn't find La Citè. We DID find an all night Mickey D's and a phone book to call a cab. Which only cost us about $10.
So not a bad evening. I'm surprised I can remember most of it. come back tomorrw so i can tell you more tales of my exploits in Paris. Like the time I was walking around on the 4th story ledge of my dorm.
Questions?
Why do they put the ashtrays at 7-11's right by the propane exchange tanks? For that matter why do they even have ashtrays at gas stations? It's almost like they're encouraging you to smoke and blow up the corner.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Highlander
I just watched Highlander again last night. Haven't watched it in a long time and thought it might be fun. I wasn't right. Oh. My. Fucking. God. There was alot of sword fighting. Like 75% of the movie.
I know. It's a movie about a bunch of men trying to cut each other's head's off. Of course there's going to be sword fights, but can't we have a little bit more story.
AND. What did I ever see in Christopher Lambert? The scenes where he's in a kilt with the long hair and clean shaven not too shabby. But the scenes in the 80's where he hasn't shaved in a week and his hairs a mess and he just basically looks dirty. Blech!
Now Sean Connery on the other hand. I still fuck him given the chance. I know he's old enough to be my grandfather and all that. I just want to hear him whispering my name in my ear in that oh so wonderful accent of his. Getting "happy" just thinking about it.
I know. It's a movie about a bunch of men trying to cut each other's head's off. Of course there's going to be sword fights, but can't we have a little bit more story.
AND. What did I ever see in Christopher Lambert? The scenes where he's in a kilt with the long hair and clean shaven not too shabby. But the scenes in the 80's where he hasn't shaved in a week and his hairs a mess and he just basically looks dirty. Blech!
Now Sean Connery on the other hand. I still fuck him given the chance. I know he's old enough to be my grandfather and all that. I just want to hear him whispering my name in my ear in that oh so wonderful accent of his. Getting "happy" just thinking about it.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Pink Scarf
Back in January I made a comment about some yarn being repurposed from one project to another. I said that would be a story for my other blog. Well since there is no longer an "other blog" I've decided to post it here.
When I was working for one of the world's largest hotel chains in their reservation center I made a friend. We had some past in common. We both worked in the complaint department. We had both been in Guest Relations for Disney. Me in Cali her in Florida. We were both comfortable with ourselves as far as our sexuality was concerned. Or so I thought.
We were constantly "flirting". Blowing each other kisses. Smacking each other on the ass. Groping each other. Granted all of this was out in the parking lot, the break room, or at each other's houses. Never on the call floor where others might be offended and get us in trouble for sexual harassment. The kind of stuff women do that their men hope would go further but never does. We were friends. I taught her how to knit.
One day when I was at a LYS they had a bunch of balls of different textured pink yarn in their dollar basket. I bought them thinking to make her a fun fashion scarf. Shortly after purchasing the yarn she was moved laterally from Guest Relations to a department that made reservations direclty for the hotels when they had groups coming in. After that happened she all of a sudden thought she was better than anyone else there. I didn't quite realise the change in her until it was too late.
One day I was walking past her on my way back to my desk after a smoke break, I used to smoke but quit just over a year ago. As per our established pattern I smacked her on the ass on the way by. She said nothing. Just ignored it and we both went about our days. A few days later I get called over to my supervisors desk to find out that she had made a sexual harassment claim against me. I was needless to say very angry. It was something mutual that SHE STARTED. I was just going along with it. It didn't bother me in the slightest as I am secure in my sexuality.
Nothing ever came of the claim as I explained the back story to my supervisor and he basically ignored it. What really pissed me off is that she didn't even have the balls to come to me and say somthing like, "I realize that this is something that we used to do in the past but I am no longer comfortable with the situation and would prefer if it wouldn't happen again." Granted I would have been confused but I would have said okay and that would have been the end of it. The fact that she went to my supervisor and bitched only made me lose all respect for her. Never spoke to her again after that and boy am I glad I'm out of that hell hole of a job.
When I was working for one of the world's largest hotel chains in their reservation center I made a friend. We had some past in common. We both worked in the complaint department. We had both been in Guest Relations for Disney. Me in Cali her in Florida. We were both comfortable with ourselves as far as our sexuality was concerned. Or so I thought.
We were constantly "flirting". Blowing each other kisses. Smacking each other on the ass. Groping each other. Granted all of this was out in the parking lot, the break room, or at each other's houses. Never on the call floor where others might be offended and get us in trouble for sexual harassment. The kind of stuff women do that their men hope would go further but never does. We were friends. I taught her how to knit.
One day when I was at a LYS they had a bunch of balls of different textured pink yarn in their dollar basket. I bought them thinking to make her a fun fashion scarf. Shortly after purchasing the yarn she was moved laterally from Guest Relations to a department that made reservations direclty for the hotels when they had groups coming in. After that happened she all of a sudden thought she was better than anyone else there. I didn't quite realise the change in her until it was too late.
One day I was walking past her on my way back to my desk after a smoke break, I used to smoke but quit just over a year ago. As per our established pattern I smacked her on the ass on the way by. She said nothing. Just ignored it and we both went about our days. A few days later I get called over to my supervisors desk to find out that she had made a sexual harassment claim against me. I was needless to say very angry. It was something mutual that SHE STARTED. I was just going along with it. It didn't bother me in the slightest as I am secure in my sexuality.
Nothing ever came of the claim as I explained the back story to my supervisor and he basically ignored it. What really pissed me off is that she didn't even have the balls to come to me and say somthing like, "I realize that this is something that we used to do in the past but I am no longer comfortable with the situation and would prefer if it wouldn't happen again." Granted I would have been confused but I would have said okay and that would have been the end of it. The fact that she went to my supervisor and bitched only made me lose all respect for her. Never spoke to her again after that and boy am I glad I'm out of that hell hole of a job.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Dancing and the Martial Arts
Being a martial arts instructor I know a lot of male martial artists. While their moves in the sparring ring might be something to make you panties wet I have to say that not a one of them can dance. As evidenced by this oh so wonderful clip of Jean Claude Van Damme.
That has got to be the funniest thing I've seen from Youtube in a while.
That has got to be the funniest thing I've seen from Youtube in a while.
Monday, August 04, 2008
New Subtitle
I know! I know! This is supposed to be first and foremost a blog about my knitting. However I have found myself with less and less knitting to blog about and more and more life to blog aobut. That's why the switch around in the subtitle. Now I'm going to have to go change the category I'm in at BlogHer. Hopefully that isn't that difficult.
Meanwhile I'm plotting all the wonderful nefarious deeds I can do and stuff I can buy with my new found fame. I have a new reader! Welcome Pamela. Did you bring any friends? I hope so. If not how do you expect me to become rich and famous like Heather Armstrong? Able to live off my blog and my husbands love. Oh yeah, and my kid and two dogs, which I don't have. And the daily posting. Have to get working on that.
I am going to make you all a promise. I will post everyday before I go to bed. If I don't you can call me and ask me where my post is.
Meanwhile I'm plotting all the wonderful nefarious deeds I can do and stuff I can buy with my new found fame. I have a new reader! Welcome Pamela. Did you bring any friends? I hope so. If not how do you expect me to become rich and famous like Heather Armstrong? Able to live off my blog and my husbands love. Oh yeah, and my kid and two dogs, which I don't have. And the daily posting. Have to get working on that.
I am going to make you all a promise. I will post everyday before I go to bed. If I don't you can call me and ask me where my post is.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
BlogHer
Blogging from work is never a good thing. I’m supposed to be working right? But I just can’t help it right now. I need to blog. I also need to wait for the drugs to kick in before I try anything more difficult, like vacuuming my studio.
I was reading My Favorite Blog this morning like I always do. I found a link to a new equally cool blog and from there to BlogHer.
I decided to join. Not sure what exactly this will do for me but I’m sure it will be a good thing. Exposure to lots of new blogs and new readers on the way! BlogHer is a great community of female bloggers talking about everything. Gaming, crafts, do it yourself, celebrities, politics, religion, life in general. You name it you’ll find a blog about it there.
While we’re on the subject of blogs about everything under the sun, I realize people have their passions. I still don’t understand the things that some people blog about. I can understand Mommy Blogging. I mean what else would a stay at home mom have to blog about but her child and life around the house? I can understand blogging about politics. Politics are important. You should have an informed opinion about the people that rule your world. I can even understand blogging about an MMORPG. I know some of those players in real life and it consumes them. I have a friend that is playing when he’s at home and on the forums at work. It’s all he does.
What I don’t understand are people that blog about things like celebrities. I mean they’re people just like us. They’re not special. They’re just more famous and most likely have more money. What is the world’s fascination with celebrities and spoiled rotten heiresses? I don’t think I’ll ever understand.
I used to work at the Disneyland Resort as a tour guide. I’ve met some of these “celebrities”. They’re no different from you or me. Except Susan Lucci, she was a bitch from hell. I’ve met Teri Hatcher, and her husband whose name escapes me. I’ve met Stephen Hawking. I’ve met most of the cast of whatever soap opera Susan Lucci is on. They’re all just normal people.
So why, as a society, are we all so interested in what’s going on in their bedrooms, living rooms, and kitchens? Would you like it if there were people going through your trash to see what brand of tampons you use? Or people trying to get peeks in your windows to see if you really eat edamame like you said you did on Oprah? Or following you around trying to get pictures of your baby so the world could see how cute, or ugly, they are? I know that would drive me totally bat shit crazy.
Why can’t we just leave these people alone and let them do their jobs? Like we do with the policemen, the firemen, and shit even the greeters at Wal-Mart. Why are they so special? Just because they can get up in front of a camera and pretend to be someone else? Don’t get me wrong I like TV and Movies. I just don’t think that we should treat the stars of these movies/shows any differently than we do our next door neighbors.
Off my soap box now. This is supposed to be a knitting blog right? So on to my recent knits.
I love knitting and have decided that some of my recent knits should go to some charity. To that end I have decided to donate some of my recent knits to the local MTC, Missionary Training Camp. I am not LDS, never have been, never will be. I don’t believe in proselytization and I know “The Church” doesn’t need any monetary help, I mean how could they when all their members are going to go to hell unless they give 10% of their gross income to “The Church”. However these young men, and very few women, are being sent out into the world. To different cities, sometimes even different countries, to “spread the word” and, although I don’t agree with it, I don’t believe they should be sent without some comforts of home. So some of my hand knit dish cloths and market bags are being given to the MTC for these missionaries to take with them. Perhaps even some scarves or hats for those going to colder climes. If you would like to donate some of your items please send me a message at mtcdonations@yahoo.com and I will tell you where you can drop them off or mail them for delivery to the MTC the next day.
My mother requested I make her some market bags to take to the grocery store. I make them out of Peaches & Crème cotton yarn. They have lots of beautiful colors and, her favorite being emerald green, I figured she’d pick a green one. What does she pick? Not some beautiful shaded green, or green and lavender, or anything even resembling her favorite color in the least. She picks Pink Lemonade! Not so bad on the cone or in a ball. When knit up into a market bag? Hideous! At least it has green in it and she won’t forget them when going to the store.
I haven’t made any progress on my UFO’s this month. I have however added several dishcloths to my collection. I asked someone the other day what they would pay for a hand knit dishcloth and showed them an example and they said anywhere between $5 and $7. So then WHY ARE MY DISHCLOTHS NOT SELLING ON MY ETSY SHOP?! Major suckage. I guess I just have to give it time and advertising.
Speaking of my etsy shop. I’ve had two people mark me as a favorite but not buy anything. Is this something that happens a lot? I mean if you like my stuff enough to mark it as a favorite why not buy something? Just doesn’t make sense to me.
Guess a lot of stuff doesn’t make sense to me today. Maybe it’s all the drugs I took earlier. Who knows? I certainly don’t.
I was reading My Favorite Blog this morning like I always do. I found a link to a new equally cool blog and from there to BlogHer.
I decided to join. Not sure what exactly this will do for me but I’m sure it will be a good thing. Exposure to lots of new blogs and new readers on the way! BlogHer is a great community of female bloggers talking about everything. Gaming, crafts, do it yourself, celebrities, politics, religion, life in general. You name it you’ll find a blog about it there.
While we’re on the subject of blogs about everything under the sun, I realize people have their passions. I still don’t understand the things that some people blog about. I can understand Mommy Blogging. I mean what else would a stay at home mom have to blog about but her child and life around the house? I can understand blogging about politics. Politics are important. You should have an informed opinion about the people that rule your world. I can even understand blogging about an MMORPG. I know some of those players in real life and it consumes them. I have a friend that is playing when he’s at home and on the forums at work. It’s all he does.
What I don’t understand are people that blog about things like celebrities. I mean they’re people just like us. They’re not special. They’re just more famous and most likely have more money. What is the world’s fascination with celebrities and spoiled rotten heiresses? I don’t think I’ll ever understand.
I used to work at the Disneyland Resort as a tour guide. I’ve met some of these “celebrities”. They’re no different from you or me. Except Susan Lucci, she was a bitch from hell. I’ve met Teri Hatcher, and her husband whose name escapes me. I’ve met Stephen Hawking. I’ve met most of the cast of whatever soap opera Susan Lucci is on. They’re all just normal people.
So why, as a society, are we all so interested in what’s going on in their bedrooms, living rooms, and kitchens? Would you like it if there were people going through your trash to see what brand of tampons you use? Or people trying to get peeks in your windows to see if you really eat edamame like you said you did on Oprah? Or following you around trying to get pictures of your baby so the world could see how cute, or ugly, they are? I know that would drive me totally bat shit crazy.
Why can’t we just leave these people alone and let them do their jobs? Like we do with the policemen, the firemen, and shit even the greeters at Wal-Mart. Why are they so special? Just because they can get up in front of a camera and pretend to be someone else? Don’t get me wrong I like TV and Movies. I just don’t think that we should treat the stars of these movies/shows any differently than we do our next door neighbors.
Off my soap box now. This is supposed to be a knitting blog right? So on to my recent knits.
I love knitting and have decided that some of my recent knits should go to some charity. To that end I have decided to donate some of my recent knits to the local MTC, Missionary Training Camp. I am not LDS, never have been, never will be. I don’t believe in proselytization and I know “The Church” doesn’t need any monetary help, I mean how could they when all their members are going to go to hell unless they give 10% of their gross income to “The Church”. However these young men, and very few women, are being sent out into the world. To different cities, sometimes even different countries, to “spread the word” and, although I don’t agree with it, I don’t believe they should be sent without some comforts of home. So some of my hand knit dish cloths and market bags are being given to the MTC for these missionaries to take with them. Perhaps even some scarves or hats for those going to colder climes. If you would like to donate some of your items please send me a message at mtcdonations@yahoo.com and I will tell you where you can drop them off or mail them for delivery to the MTC the next day.
My mother requested I make her some market bags to take to the grocery store. I make them out of Peaches & Crème cotton yarn. They have lots of beautiful colors and, her favorite being emerald green, I figured she’d pick a green one. What does she pick? Not some beautiful shaded green, or green and lavender, or anything even resembling her favorite color in the least. She picks Pink Lemonade! Not so bad on the cone or in a ball. When knit up into a market bag? Hideous! At least it has green in it and she won’t forget them when going to the store.
I haven’t made any progress on my UFO’s this month. I have however added several dishcloths to my collection. I asked someone the other day what they would pay for a hand knit dishcloth and showed them an example and they said anywhere between $5 and $7. So then WHY ARE MY DISHCLOTHS NOT SELLING ON MY ETSY SHOP?! Major suckage. I guess I just have to give it time and advertising.
Speaking of my etsy shop. I’ve had two people mark me as a favorite but not buy anything. Is this something that happens a lot? I mean if you like my stuff enough to mark it as a favorite why not buy something? Just doesn’t make sense to me.
Guess a lot of stuff doesn’t make sense to me today. Maybe it’s all the drugs I took earlier. Who knows? I certainly don’t.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Coolest Link Evah!
So I was looking for knitting blogs the other day and I ran across one that had a link to Wordle. This has got to be the coolest thing evah! I'm even writing in ebonics it's so cool. You have got to check it out. This wordle is of my last blog post.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
101 Things About Me
Some of this information may be may be useless, some of it may be redundant, but that's okay. It's still fun.
- I'm the second oldest person in my household and among my siblings.
- I'm one of 2 children.
- I love to knit.
- I love to do martial arts.
- I hate to deal with the general public.
- I live in Utah.
- This is my only blog.
- I am a science geek.
- I love to read fiction.
- My favorite past-time right now is knitting dishcloths. (I'm an addict.)
- I dye my hair.
- I get acrylic nails.
- My favorite color is purple.
- I play D&D.
- I want to be a veterinarian.
- I have too many projects that I'm working on at the moment.
- I play Everquest II.
- I bruise easily.
- I don't think I'm very good at sparring.
- I have 4 tattoos.
- I have 6 piercings that are not in my ear lobes.
- At the time I am writing this I am 29 years old.
- I kill plants.
- I'm 5'7.5" tall.
- I used to be a tour guide at the Disneyland Resort in Anaheim, CA.
- I was born in La Mirada, CA
- I graduated class of 1996.
- I'm pagan.
- I love Tinkerbell.
- I'm going gray.
- This list is a lot more difficult to write than you'd think it would be.
- I study Shaolin Chuan'Fa.
- I teach Shaolin Chuan'Fa
- I love dragon flies.
- I can memorize patterns after the first time knittd.
- My second favorite color is green.
- I have one living parent and one living grandparent.
- I have a niece.
- I used to be a web developer.
- I want to learn how to fly.
- I want to learn how to ride a motorcycle.
- My closest living relative is 90 miles away.
- I hate it when people mess with my stuff.
- I love twitter.
- I only have dial up at my dojo.
- My hair is longer now than it has been in 5 years.
- I love Indian food.
- I have a warped sense of humor.
- I like the noise my row counter makes when knitting.
- I use knitting as meditation.
- I hate cleaning but I do it anyway.
- I love my steaks rare and my egg yolks runny.
- I have a very strong sense of what's right and what's wrong.
- I stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves.
- My eyes are green.
- My nose turns up at the end.
- I don't like making lists.
- I love writing articles for Helium.
- I can't stand flat keyboards.
- Bright light gives me migraines.
- I am baffled by teenagers.
- I have a cat named Odin.
- I am in love with Heather Armstrong.
- I currently have just over 20 students and am looking for more.
- I love my job.
- I am a tiger when sparring and should be more like a crane.
- I drink Diet Pepsi.
- Most of my clothes are black.
- I need to pass my leopard test before I can take my dragon test.
- I am under incredible stress at work at home.
- I live with 4 ferrets, a cat, and a dog.
- None of the above animals are mine.
- M roommates never do dishes.
- I drive a Saturn.
- I have an Etsy shop.
- As much as I like to think so my boss is not an ass.
- I wrote hits list in notepad and accidentally saved the file as 1001.html not 101.html.
- I make lots of typos.
- I know how to crochet but don’t like to.
- I do counted cross stitch.
- I make beaded stitch markers.
- I love making fulled bags.
- I hate my state bird, the seagull.
- I love a man with an accent.
- I love the way Peaches & Crème stripes when used to make my market bags.
- I have two uncles.
- I have two aunts.
- I have no idea how many cousins I have.
- It takes about 10 hours of knitting to make one market bag.
- My office is a sauna in the afternoons and evenings.
- I wear glasses.
- I despise make up but wear it on a daily basis.
- I used to smoke pot but haven’t in 8 years.
- I have officially registered for Hat Attack.
- I still occasionally do some Cold Fusion Development.
- I’m knitting while I write this.
- I want to learn Chinese.
- I want to get married and have children.
- I’m really good with other people’s money but horrible with my own.
- I love the scent of Mary Kay’s new formula of Lipstick.
- It has taken me 5 months to write this list.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Expected higher viewing volume
So I was finally able to post a comment on my favorite blog today. Because of this I'm expecting higher viewing volume, considering my comment was like 22,000 on the list. She has a huge reader base. I figured I should probably start posting on a more regular basis. Like I haven't said that before.
At the recommendation of my superiors I have decided to no longer post to my other blog about my career as a martial artist. In fact if you try to find it you'll find that it has been removed. I will however still post about my life in general but I'll do it here.
To that end I have finally been given my own studio. I am the chief instructor at my own dojo. That means I get to make all the decisions AND I have to accept all the responsiblity. If something goes wrong it's my fault. Which totally sucks. But right now I'm the only one here so it makes sense. I can't blame it on someone else if there is no one else.
I'm working hard on getting my studio up and running. Always trying to get more students. So if you're in the South Sandy area and are interested in coming in for a lesson please just post a comment and I'll get in touch with you regarding a time.
Now on to the knitting news. I have found the Cloth of the Week yahoo group and have been knitting wash cloths like crazy. I have also been making a slightly modified version of the Everlasting Bagstopper found on Knitty. These bags are awesome. I have put everything in them from an entire crocheted throw blanket to:
The above list was all at once and there was room to spare. Once I have enough made I'll be listing them for sale on my etsy shop.
I already have some of my dishcloth/scrubbie combos up for sale. I need to get pictures of my stitch markers up so that people can see those and start buying them. I just haven't had the time yet. I'll have to do that tonight. Plus I have quite a few sets that need finishing. I also have dragons that need finishing and posting. I have quite a bit of work to do on my etsy shop.
Since I'm at work, as usual, I'll try to post pics later tonight maybe tomorrow.
At the recommendation of my superiors I have decided to no longer post to my other blog about my career as a martial artist. In fact if you try to find it you'll find that it has been removed. I will however still post about my life in general but I'll do it here.
To that end I have finally been given my own studio. I am the chief instructor at my own dojo. That means I get to make all the decisions AND I have to accept all the responsiblity. If something goes wrong it's my fault. Which totally sucks. But right now I'm the only one here so it makes sense. I can't blame it on someone else if there is no one else.
I'm working hard on getting my studio up and running. Always trying to get more students. So if you're in the South Sandy area and are interested in coming in for a lesson please just post a comment and I'll get in touch with you regarding a time.
Now on to the knitting news. I have found the Cloth of the Week yahoo group and have been knitting wash cloths like crazy. I have also been making a slightly modified version of the Everlasting Bagstopper found on Knitty. These bags are awesome. I have put everything in them from an entire crocheted throw blanket to:
- A powered hand sander
- A large glass jar
- 2 1 liter bottles of Diet Pepsi
- A foot long Blimpie AND
- A bag of chips
The above list was all at once and there was room to spare. Once I have enough made I'll be listing them for sale on my etsy shop.
I already have some of my dishcloth/scrubbie combos up for sale. I need to get pictures of my stitch markers up so that people can see those and start buying them. I just haven't had the time yet. I'll have to do that tonight. Plus I have quite a few sets that need finishing. I also have dragons that need finishing and posting. I have quite a bit of work to do on my etsy shop.
Since I'm at work, as usual, I'll try to post pics later tonight maybe tomorrow.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Yay for you, fast man.
Oh my gawd! This has got to be the funniest thing I've read in a while. I recently added the fark.com rss feed to my MyYahoo page. I was reading some posts about the new Olympic chant from China. Of course as all forums do the topic got changed to the "inequality" of modern day olympics and how they're not living up to the ideals of the olympics.
So someone asked what this poster would change and this was his response:
"Open it to many different height and weight classes. Open it to lower income athletes who might not be able to afford the training time or equipment to excel. Allow those who right now are shut out of it to be a part of it. Tone down the celebration of these people. They have not cured cancer. All the did was run fast. Yay for you, fast man."
You can find the original discussion here
Just about peed myself after reading that one.
So someone asked what this poster would change and this was his response:
"Open it to many different height and weight classes. Open it to lower income athletes who might not be able to afford the training time or equipment to excel. Allow those who right now are shut out of it to be a part of it. Tone down the celebration of these people. They have not cured cancer. All the did was run fast. Yay for you, fast man."
You can find the original discussion here
Just about peed myself after reading that one.
Monday, June 02, 2008
To Frog or Not to Frog
That is the question. I have found a recent article on finishing or frogging UFO's. I have quite a few UFO's in my inventory. Some that need ripping. Some that need finishing. I know for a fact that my mom's socks are on the finish list. I will be adding a page of items that need work or frogging and updating as new items are found.
You can see the link to the list in the upper right hand corner. Wish me luck.
You can see the link to the list in the upper right hand corner. Wish me luck.
Friday, May 30, 2008
I'm SOOOOOO Excited
I finally have My Etsy Store set up and items listed. Right now just dishcloths. As soon as I can find the button my roommates cat decided to play with I'll have one of my fulled bags up and I'm thinking about listing some of my hand dyed yarn.
What do you think? Should I list it for sale? Would you buy it?
What do you think? Should I list it for sale? Would you buy it?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Second post today
After much deliberation I have decided that this will once again be my life in general blog. I know that my superiors don't believe that I should have a blog as it may HURT MY BUSINESS but I don't really care. It's my life and I can live it how I choose.
If I decide to post on my blog about the crazy sex I had with three guys, two girls, and a sheep last night (didn't happen) then it's my choice. I'm tired of living my life to make other people happy. I'm going to do what I need to do to make myself happy. That means that I get to vent on my blog. It's what keeps me sane. If by some chance a student finds it oh well.
I'm not going to post things about other people in the business however. So if any of you "other people" out there are reading this don't worry I'm not going to share your deep dark secrets.
If I decide to post on my blog about the crazy sex I had with three guys, two girls, and a sheep last night (didn't happen) then it's my choice. I'm tired of living my life to make other people happy. I'm going to do what I need to do to make myself happy. That means that I get to vent on my blog. It's what keeps me sane. If by some chance a student finds it oh well.
I'm not going to post things about other people in the business however. So if any of you "other people" out there are reading this don't worry I'm not going to share your deep dark secrets.
Some People are Crazy
And I'm not referring to the mom in this story. While I can understand concern about a child being left unatended in a vehicle I have to agree with the mom in this case.
I live in Utah. It snows here. If I were helping my older child donate to a charity, even if it wasn't one I personally supported, and my younger child were sleeping in my warm car I'd leave my younger child sleeping in the car. Even if that meant I was going to be arrested.
Fortunately the prosecutors eventually saw things differently. Charges to be Dropped
I live in Utah. It snows here. If I were helping my older child donate to a charity, even if it wasn't one I personally supported, and my younger child were sleeping in my warm car I'd leave my younger child sleeping in the car. Even if that meant I was going to be arrested.
Fortunately the prosecutors eventually saw things differently. Charges to be Dropped
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Oh! We're at Arby's?
OMFG that has got to be the funniest, and saddest, thing I've heard in a very long time. I was at Arby's yesterday getting lunch. I had to go inside as I've lost my voice due to an illness. The speaker for the drive through is loud enough that you can hear it no matter where you are in the store.
So, I'm at the counter ordering my food and I hear the beep of someone at the drive through. She starts to order and I'm not really paying attention to what she's saying. Then I hear the man working the window say "We don't have that here ma'am". Then there's a second of silence and I hear "Oh! We're at Arby's?" She didn't even know what restaurant she was at!!
How can you not know where you are? It's not like there aren't enough signs on the way in. She was staring at a drive through menu with all Arby's food on it. Do they have roast beef sandwiches at Burger King now?. How about Market Fresh items at McDonalds? I mean come on people we need to start paying attention to what we're doing in this world or Idiocracy won't just be a movie.
So, I'm at the counter ordering my food and I hear the beep of someone at the drive through. She starts to order and I'm not really paying attention to what she's saying. Then I hear the man working the window say "We don't have that here ma'am". Then there's a second of silence and I hear "Oh! We're at Arby's?" She didn't even know what restaurant she was at!!
How can you not know where you are? It's not like there aren't enough signs on the way in. She was staring at a drive through menu with all Arby's food on it. Do they have roast beef sandwiches at Burger King now?. How about Market Fresh items at McDonalds? I mean come on people we need to start paying attention to what we're doing in this world or Idiocracy won't just be a movie.
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